Page 2 of Arranged & Unhinged
I smiled wickedly. “Had to cut a bitch’s throat.”
Silence. “Aria, are you fucking kidding?” He sounded agitated.
“Hey, she threatened me!” Okay, it came out more like a whine, but I didn’t need my bestie shaming me for being me.
“Seriously?” Now he sounded pissed.
“Yes. She said if I did anything she didn’t approve I would ‘be dealt with’.” I attempted to mimic the bitch’s tone.
His voice dropped to a whisper. “Wow. She’s a dumbass.” Silence. “And Maximo just sat there and did nothing about it?”
I shrugged, even though I knew he couldn’t see me. “He seemed pleased with her performance until she threatened me. But that could have just been me thinking too much into it. Whatever. He can keep his hoe-hoes just as long as they stay the fuck away from me.”
Lorenzo laughed. “He has no idea what he married into.”
We both laughed.
No, no he did not.
Chapter 2
Maximo’s POV
I just stood there, in utter shock, as my new wife reached under her wedding dress and pulled out a knife so quickly and gracefully, slicing it across Bianca’s throat. I saw the blood spurting out, even from the distance I was at. Aria had the most serene smile on her face which did not fit the scene playing out in front of me. My men appeared to be just as shocked as me as we waited for Bianca to fall onto the floor, blood everywhere, including my wife’s wedding dress. I had not expected my supposedly docile, submissive wife to slice a woman’s throat right in front of me while smiling like she was posing for a family portrait. The worst part? My cock was as hard as rock. It had been at half mast all evening, no thanks to my arranged wife’s beauty and elegance.
Aria Dominguez was definitely a beautiful woman. She was about 5’6” with shoulder length black hair that was pinned up in some kind of stylish bun up-do. She had a curvy ass, trim waistline and small perky breasts. She had unusually thick eyebrows with beautiful light blue eyes. She had looked gorgeous coming down the aisle for the wedding earlier this evening. The dress was a bit over the top, but as the top Don, the wedding show had to be spectacular.
Her mother and my mother worked together to put it on. My mother had told me that she thought Aria’s mother was a weak excuse for a Mafia woman. Apparently, Giuseppe Dominguezdidn’t bother being discreet with his mistresses, parading them in and out of their house. The one plus about that was, Aria should know I would have mistresses. Did I plan to have sex with my wife? Absolutely. Who wouldn’t want to fuck that woman? But after what just happened, I had a feeling, sex might be off the table with my new bride. I would have to have a conversation with her. I was keeping my mistresses. No one was going to tell me how to be a husband. I knew my mother would be disappointed. My father had been faithful. My parents had been a rare breed. They were a strong alliance together. Was it always that way? No. My mother told him in no uncertain terms she would not tolerate the same “disgusting” behavior her father engaged in with her mother. She told him point blank after walking in on him two weeks after their wedding with a maid pounding into her ass over the dining room table, that if he couldn’t keep it in his pants, she would leave his ass. He thought she was joking until she disappeared and it took him two months to find her. She was with another man, making my father lose his shit. Her response?
“If you don’t have to be faithful, neither do I.”
They came to an agreement. No cheating. No hands on. Or she was gone. My mother had made a good point when I found out about the indiscretion. The maid my father had been with was let go without warning. She had cried hysterically, saying she couldn’t tell the Boss no, butMamadid not care. She would not look on her husband’s indiscretion on a daily basis.
“If fucking a bunch of different women makes him think it makes him look like he has control, he’s dead wrong. It shows he can’t control his urges and impulses for shit.”
My mother could cuss with the best of them. I had nothing but respect for her. I knew she hated that I had been with multiple women. She understood that men haddesiderio sessuale, but “ifa man can’t control basic urges, how are we expected to trust and respect a man like that?”
Damn her and her good points!
My wife had turned to me and in no uncertain terms told me to keep my mistresses away from her. Well, at least she knew I would have mistresses. But that didn’t change the fact we would need an heir at some point and time. She then turned and walked to the other side of the honeymoon mansion, with the knife still in her hand, trailing blood the whole way.
I ran a hand down my face, waiting until I heard a door close. I turned to my men and barked at them, “Ripulisci tutto!”
It was already 2 am, so I wasn’t going to bother finding another woman for the night. I guess I was going my wedding night without sex.
I would have to reach out to Aria’s oldest brother, Nino, and find out who the hell I married. Their father, Giuseppe Dominguez, was one of two Enforcers within my clan. Giuseppe’s brother was the other Enforcer. Nino was expected to take over his father’s place within the next year while his cousin, Alonzo, would take over for his father. Nino’s brother Rico would be a bonus Enforcer. Giuseppe had reassured me that his daughter would fall in line and knew the score of being my wife. He either misled me or didn’t have a clue who his daughter really was.
I walked to the bar at the far end of the living room, poured a double scotch and threw it back. It burned, but I needed the burn after what I had just witnessed. I stood there, staring at the mess that had been Bianca, while my men picked up her limp, bloody body from the floor. I needed to order new furniture for the room and have a good cleaner sent in. Luckily I had access to the best.
I pulled out my phone and texted for a cleaning team immediately.
Truth be told, I was going to have words with Bianca after my wife left the room about threatening her. I would not put up with that shit! And I knew if her brothers found out, loyalty to me be damned, they would go after the bitch. But it looked like that wouldn’t be an issue now.
Bianca had been okay in bed. Nothing spectacular. Most of the women weren’t. They provided a service. They got luxury items and to be able to say they slept with they great Don Maximo Ruiz, but Bianca stepped way past her boundaries. I would have threatened her not to do it again, but if it had, she would have been out on her ass. Permanently. I don’t kill women. Unless that is the only option. Guess I didn’t have to worry about it now.
Looking back on the night, the wedding had gone well. Aria had presented as the perfect bride in a Cinderella dress for a queen, even though she looked both beautiful and ridiculous at the same time. She had smiled as if it was her duty, which I guess it was.
Even though her father had approached me about an arrangement with her, I had never had any direct interactions with her. I had observed her when I was in Giuseppe’s home talking business, or when she was at any number of public events. She was always quiet with that soft, serene smile on her face. The only time I ever saw anything different was when she was with her cousin, Lorenzo. Her smile was brighter with him. It even seemed more genuine. Even more so than with the rest of her own family.
