Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 11: Chapter 11

"And she's not a virgin. It would be wise to ensure she isn't carrying another man's child before you marry her, no?"
"Are you willing to let me marry a woman who isn't pure?"
"It's not ideal, but she is beautiful and spirited. Her mother was one of the most famous women in Italy. Valentina will make you an excellent wife And this settles the debt with Mancini."
"And ensures stronger ties between Siderno and Toronto, should the Canadians ever want to break free."
I smiled at him, pleased. "Correct, The brotherhood first, figlio mio. Always. One day you will sit in this chair and issue the orders, as all the
Ravazzani men have done. We serve our 'ndrina brothers above all else."
"I know, Papà. I know." I tapped my fingers on the desk while I studied him. "I'll tell Gratteri you need lighter responsibilities in the next three weeks. This will allow you to ease Valentina into her new role."
He sat up straighter. "That's not necessary. We're working on opening the new nightclub, so I'll be out at night but home during the day. I'll spend time with Tina then."
"Tina ?"
"It's what everyone calls her. I assumed you knew." No, she hadn't told me. Between the drugs, the flight and the stabbing, there hadn't been much time for conversation. But then she'd somehow found time to tell my son.
I cleared my throat. "Good. You're excused." I motioned toward the door. After he left, I leaned back in my chair. "He took that well, considering."
"He is loyal," Marco said. "A dutiful son." Yes, he was. I stroked my jaw. "It's better that she likes him."
"It sounds as if you are convincing yourself. Are you feeling guilty?" I was, but I would never admit it. "You are my oldest and closest friend, my family, but even that has its limits."
"No, it doesn't. I'm the only one who will put up with your moods. By the way, Mancini has apologized for letting her escape. Said he's dealt with the security on that part of his wall."
I grunted and flexed my injured hand. Mancini had underestimated Valentina , something I would never do again, now that I knew what she
was capable of. "Good. Maybe he'll keep better watch over the other two daughters."
"He also demanded to attend the wedding, whenever it takes place." Che palle. Mancini was not the one who made demands in our relationship. "I'll consider it."
"He is the girl's father, Rav. No father would like to be kept from his daughter's wedding." I glared at my cousin. "You have work to do, no?" We had hundreds of operations to oversee, stretching from Siderno to Milan, Sao Paulo to Montreal.
We supplied more cocaine and heroin to Europe and the United States than just about anyone else. Marco was instrumental in much of it. "Not tonight," he said, rising. "I am staying in to watch a film with Maria."
Marco's marriage had been happier than mine, as he'd actually fallen in love with his wife. Their three sons were already powerful members of the Ravazzani 'ndrina. I tried to tell myself I wasn't envious, but that was a lie. "I keep telling you to find a mantenuta. Less work than a wife."
"Not necessary. I'll leave the mistresses to you, cugino."
"It's not healthy for a Calabrian man to stay faithful to his wife for so many years. Your balls will shrivel up and fall off." He laughed on his way to the door. "Maria would cut them off herself if I kept a mantenuta. Good night, Rav."
I shook my head and looked at my empty glass as I considered the rest of my evening. Anger and guilt roiled in my gut, my body tired but pulled taut, like a wire. Sleep would not come anytime soon.
There was only one thing to do. I picked up my phone and scrolled through my contacts. When I found the name I wanted, I started typing.
(Fifteen Minutes. Be Ready To Get Fucked Hard.)
Valentina's POV
Light filtered into the room, streaks of blinding sunshine that roused me from a fitful sleep. I could barely bring myself to open my eyes. All night I had tossed and turned, convinced the lock on my door would mean nothing to anyone who wanted to enter. Namely, someone with bright blue eyes and a nasty disposition who liked to kidnap and drug young women.
The only way I'd been able to relax was knowing Dimitri slept a few doors away. I rolled onto my back and studied the plaster ceiling. If I were going to find a way out of this, I couldn't stay in bed or hide in this room. I had to get out and explore, look for weaknesses. Try to come up with a plan to escape. Even if Dimitri had resigned himself to this marriage, I certainly hadn't.
Thankfully, the bathroom had been stocked with every toiletry I might possibly need, mostly high end Italian brands we couldn't get in Canada. The closet and wardrobe were full of clothes, from yoga pants to designer dresses.
Even La Perla bras and panties, though I don't know why they bothered with such sexy undergarments. No one here would see them. I rose and dressed for comfort, choosing jeans and a t-shirt. The jeans were a perfect fit, though the shirt was a bit tight across my breasts. I decided to leave it on. Maybe my boobs might distract some of the guards from my escape efforts.