The Mafia’s Forbidden Desire

ROSALINDA “Mommy is getting married today.” I told my little girl as I rubbed my belly, my smile stretching from cheek to cheek while I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Every detail fell into place flawlessly-my dress, hair, makeup, everything was just perfect. I couldn’t believe that this day was finally here-the day I had always looked forward to-and I couldn’t be happier that I was doing this with Antonio. It’s been a month since the incident that happened at Liam’s mansion. Antonio healed in no time, and I haven’t left his side ever since. I couldn’t imagine how life would have been without him. After two weeks of tirelessly searching for Diego and Liam, Nikkolai found them and ended them immediately. I also heard that it was Nikkolai Petrov who killed Lorenzo’s father, Sergio. I couldn’t fathom why Nikkolai was so keen on taking care of Antonio’s dirty businesses, but I just hoped he wouldn’t demand a huge price in return down the line. One thing was sure-Mafia bosses never do things out of the goodness of their hearts. He definitely wanted something. The question was, what? Everything has been running smoothly ever since. No threats, no kidnaps, no violence-nothing. Just pure happiness and peace. I wished this state of bliss could last forever. Right now, I, he, my family, his family, and our loved ones were in Italy for our wedding. Today was the happiest day of my life. “I know I have said this before, but you look extraordinary.” Ruby’s voice pierced through the air, and I turned to see her fangirling over me. My face turned red with blush. “Oh, please. Stop exaggerating.” “Oh, you know I’m not.” She said, wrapping her arms around me. “I still don’t approve of the man you are getting married to. But you are happy, and that’s all that matters. I am happy for you, B.” “Thank you.” I muttered, a shy smile curling on my lips. I couldn’t believe I was suddenly shy around my best friend. We withdrew from the hug, and she held my hand, looking into my eyes, a smile playing on her lips. “You would be a great wife, Rosa, and a great mother. Oh, damn, you are already a wonderful mother to Carlo, and I’m sure you’ll be a wonderful mother to our girl also.” She paused and stared at me for a few seconds before continuing. “I love you.” “I love you too, Ruby.” I said as I tried so hard to blink back my tears. “Thank you for everything.” The door swung open, and Sofia walked in, pushing the twins inside their stroller, with Carlo walking beside her. She looked beautiful. “Wow.” Carlo mouthed, amazed, as he slowly walked towards me. I crouched to his level once he was in front of me, my lips spreading into a wide smile. “Hey, baby.” I muttered. “You look perfect.” He beamed, mirrowing my smile. “You look perfect too, honey.” I whispered softly as I straightened the lapels of his blue suit jacket. I was immensely proud to be his mother. He made me proud every day. As I thought of how far I had come with him and his father, I couldn’t control the overwhelming tears of joy that came rushing out of my eyes. My life was perfect with them. “It’s okay, mommy.” His tender voice soothed me as he attempted to brush away the tears streaming down my cheeks with his little hands. “I love you, baby.” I said wholeheartedly as I wrapped my arms around him. “I love you so much.” “I love you too, mommy.” His words filled my heart with warmth. I sprang to my feet afterwards, and Sofia inched closer, a smile dancing on her lips. “I really don’t need to tell you how beautiful you look. You know that already.” Just then, the twins cooed in sync, and we both turned our attention to them, smiles playing on our lips. Those precious little beings were so adorable. I was sure they’d be best friends with my baby girl. We were all so eager for her arrival. Antonio had her nursery set up already, and he spared no expense in doing that, adorning it with an abundance of toys, most of which she wouldn’t even need. And there, proudly displayed on the wall, was her name in bold letters-Isabella. “See? My babies agree with me.” Sofia joked, and a laugh emanated from my throat. Her smile widened as she enveloped me in a warm embrace, gently patting my back. “I am so happy for you, Rosa. You make an extremely beautiful bride.” “Thank you, Sister.” “Alright.” She breathed, pulling away from the hug, and I caught the lone tear that streamed down her cheek before she quickly turned around. “The groom awaits. Let’s not keep him waiting any longer.” ***Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

It was finally happening. I was getting married to the love of my life. As the priest pronounced us husband and wife, my heart pounded so hard that I could hear it. Nerves twisted in my stomach, nearly stealing my breath away. An overwhelming sense of wholeness surged through me. Oh, Antonio completed me. I was his now, as much as he was mine. Our gazes spoke volumes, brimming with a love so pure, so divine. Lost in the depths of each other’s eyes, our lips connected to seal the marriage, as did our souls. I turned towards my family, my smile shining brightly as I gazed at each of them. All of them who once hated Antonio-Mama, Papa, Sofia, Matteo, and Giovanni-now looked at us with immersed adoration as they cheered us on. I cherished them all with every fibre of my being. “You are officially mine now, wife.” Antonio grinned, drawing my focus back to him. “And I willingly surrender to you, husband.” I murmured, feeling the heat of a blush creeping up to my ears. As we continued staring into each other’s eyes, laughter suddenly bubbled between us without any apparent reason. Though we needed no justification to be happy, our love was reason enough. Today, tomorrow, and forever. He leaned in and brushed his words against my ear, igniting a fire within me. “I’d give you the greatest sex of your life tonight, baby.” I chuckled softly, an unexplainable satisfactory feeling rippling through me, consuming me into a realm where only Antonio existed-the very man who taught me how to love. I had always hated mafia bosses, and I thought I always would, but here I was, utterly captivated by a ruthless one, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. His love knew no bounds; he loved me unconditionally, and I would love him forever. Till death do us part. The End.