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Eliana was looking at her father, as I looked her over. Her hair was longer than both her sisters, medium brown hair to her waist. Good hair-pulling length actually. That thought made me get hard. I shifted again, and tried to focus back on her. Shehad more meat to her, more of an ass, medium sized tits, some curves here and there. Serafina had big tits and a small ass. At least Eliana looked like she looked normal in all the right places. I suspected Serafina’s tits were fake.
“Papa, I could be the one to be in agreement with Nico.” She turned to me. “If Carina is not interested, I am open to the idea.”
What the fuck?
Chapter 2
Eliana’s POV
I agreed to marry Nico Canttaneo for the title, status, and riches. Not to have his fucking baby. One of his whore mistresses can have his bastard child. I didn’t sign up for that.
When I stormed into my Papa’s study after watching Carina go in, I knew I was going to have to make an offer. I suspected that Nico was asking for an arrangement with Carina the minute I heard she had been summoned by my father. I had seen Nico arrive from my room, which had me suspicious. Nico rarely ever met with any of the Dons so I knew he was up to something. I had been lurking around downstairs with one of my fashion magazines. Nico was no catch. Well, he was and he wasn’t. I knew my sister Serafina had slept with him about six months ago, and I had overheard her telling one of her skanky friends that the man had made her have her first real orgasm in two years. Serafina started having sex at 15 years old. I honestly thought she was doing it to rebel, but I soon learned it was because she got the attention she wanted from men that she never got fromPapa. Fair. He doted on Carina. Well, doted is not exactly the right word. He was incredibly strict with her, molding her to be a woman he wanted her to be. Then pass her on to a mafia man of status. I knew Carina wanted none of it. Carina was actually a lesbian, which she kept secret. I could tell father, and make her life hell, but if I can get Nico, I wouldn’t need any of that bullshit. Nico was money. I could live the lifeof a queen. Maybe not like that crazy bitch, Aria. I would have loved to be chosen to be Maximo’s wife, or even Dominic’s, but here I was taking the scraps. But I would make the most of those scrap for fuck sakes!
Apparently, my father suggested a baby would tie things together nicely. I could see from Nico he could care less about a baby, but he agreed. He had been quite shocked at my offer, but to be fair, so hadPapa. Carina looked relieved. She could thank me later. Spoiled brat!
We agreed to a marriage within the next three weeks. I wanted a party. Not necessarily a wedding, but an after party celebration. That would be enough to show off that I would soon be on my way to becoming a Don’s wife.
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The wedding party wasn’t anything spectacular, but I had to accept it was what it was. Papa wasn’t going to foot the bill, and Nico had made it clear he would not be wasting his time on some big flashy show. After the party, Nico brought me to his place. It wasn’t too bad, considering he was still an up and coming in the mafia world. It wasn’t to Maximo’s or Dominic’s level, but still pretty impressive. It however lacked warmth and homeliness. It looked like one big bachelor pad. I had wondered if that was what brought all of the men who worked for Nico to him. One big bachelor life with the promise of becoming a mafia clan. I wouldn’t be surprised. Nico wasn’t the best looking, but he did have a charisma about him. He could be both charming and scary as hell.
As soon as we made it inside the front room, he looked at me.
“We need to talk about the rules.”
I wanted to roll my eyes, but I walked into this.
I nodded slightly. “Okay.”
He nodded back at me, then headed further into the house. He stopped and looked back over his shoulder.
“You’re supposed to be following me.”
I was irritated. He could have said that, but I would be as accommodating as I could be. Until I had a reason not to be. “Oh yes, of course.” So I followed him.
We ended up in an office. “This is my office, but you only come in here when I invite you in.”
His back was to me as he walked to a mini bar. I rolled my eyes while his back stayed turned.
“Of course. I wouldn’t want to be a bother.” I put my best fake smile on.
He turned after pouring himself a drink. He held his glass up. “Would you like one?”
I shrugged. “Sure, I could drink.”
He turned back and poured another of whatever he was drinking. It looked like whiskey. When he turned he gently said the drink across his desk, and waved his hand at a chair in front of the desk. I took the drink and sat in the chair.
I was still wearing my party dress. It was a black skin-tight sexy thing that hugged all my curves, and went just about mid-thigh. I was also still wearing my long hair in a loose ponytail because my hair was so long. Because of how tight my dress was, I sat at the edge of the chair. I took a small sip of the drink. Yep, whiskey. It burned, but it wasn’t the first time I drank whiskey, so I took another, bigger sip.
“My rules. Then if you have any thoughts, I’m open to listening. But that doesn’t mean I accept them.”
I nodded.Fair.
“This is merely an arrangement.”
I nodded.
“I will continue to have sex with other women if I choose to.”
