The Mafia Kingpins Lost Love

'Be careful who you trust because even the devil was once an angel' ~ Ziad K. Abdelnour Aria's P.O.V. "Mama, do you know where Jordan is? Mable wants us to cut the cake and do the first dance but I can't find him anywhere" "Oh, I don't know, honey, I haven't seen him in a while" My mama said sounding confused as she looked around the wedding hall for my missing husband. I had just married the love of my life, Jordan Castillo and our wedding party was officially in full swing but my new husband was nowhere in sight and according to some of our guests, he hasn't been seen or heard from since the speeches which was quite some time ago. "Give me a minute, Ari, I'll find him" "Ok" My mama walked away with determination in her step while I walked in the opposite direction because I didn't want to just wait around and rely on her to find Jordan, so I went looking for him as well. It didn't take me long to find my beloved husband in one of the side rooms surrounded by not only our fathers and our brothers but also the rest of the mafia men as well who were drinking whiskey, smoking cigars and laughing as if a whole wedding, Jordan's wedding wasn't going on in the next room. I was about to enter the room when I was suddenly halted in my steps by their chatter and what they said left me feeling devastated and brokenhearted. "So Jordan, how does it feel to finally be tied down and be a married man to the beautiful Aria?" Jordan's best friend Marco asked as he puffed on his cigar. Jesus Christ. They're all gonna stink later on. I'm not judging anyone who smokes, in fact, I think it's sexy sometimes when I see my husband smoking a cigar because he looks so dangerous when he does which is a massive turn on for me, it's just that I don't like the smell of it, that's all. "How do you think I feel, Marco? I'm married to my beautiful, sweet reina, I'm on top of the f*****g world" Jordan says and I smile as my heart skipped a beat but this feeling didn't last for too long when I heard Marco's next words which my husband didn't dispute or deny, if anything, he agreed with him and so did my family. "Not to mention, she's naïve and submissive, right?" "Aren't all of our women like that, Marc?" Jordan asked with a smug expression on his handsome face as he cockily took a puff of his cigar. "Haven't all of our women been trained to be naïve and submissive to their men? to do as we say and accept whatever we decide for them?" Jordan asks and my breath hitches slightly. Did he seriously just say that?. Who is this man?. Where's my sweet Jordan gone?. I thought to myself sadly. "Marco, my daughter knows her role in this world, not only as the Don's wife but also as the Donna of the Castillo famiglia, not to mention she knows what's expected of her and the repercussions of her actions if she chooses to act out and disobeys not only her new husband but also the rules of the famiglia as well" My dad said and I felt tears pricking my eyes, not just from what he said but also from how he said it as well. I've always known my father had a cold and rough side to him as the Underboss of the mafia but he was never this way with my siblings and I and he very rarely used his cold voice in front of us, so hearing it now and hearing him speaking about me in this kind of way is heartbreaking but it's not even half as heartbreaking as what I heard next. Marco and Jordan's next words forced my tears to drop and their words felt like they had ripped out my heart and put it in a wood chipper, that's how much their words hurt me. "So, little sweet Aria knows that she's not the only woman in your life who has been and will be warming your bed and the poor girl also knows that she'll not only have to accept your mistresses as the third wheels in your relationship but she'll also have to welcome and entertain them as part of the famiglia as well?" Say what now?. Did he just say that Jordan has been cheating on me and that he'll have mistresses who I as the goddamn WIFE will have to accept and entertain? did I hear that correctly?. This has got to be a joke, right?. "To be honest with you, Marco, I don't care if my wife knows about my other women or not because it's none of her business what or who I do or don't do behind closed doors because my business is my business and she as my wife is just there to take care of my home, be my peace and give me an heir, that's all" Oh. So, not only am I a doormat for his hoes to continuously trample on but I'm also a broodmare and a maid for him as well. That's good to know. "But do you actually love my sister, Jordan?" My brother Giovanni asked my husband and I subconsciously held my breath as I waited for his answer. If you had asked me an hour ago, does Jordan love you, Ari? then I would've happily said that he loves me wholeheartedly but now, I'm not so sure. "Of course I love her, Gio, I love her more than anything, she's the love of my f*****g of life for f***s sake" Jordan roared angrily making me flinch. "But love isn't enough and men, especially men like us in the positions that we're in, we need more than that, we've got needs that can only be met by our other women who we can treat like the dirty whores that they are so that we can let out all of our stress and aggression on them before going home to our beautiful and loving wives" That's my husband, ya'll, aren't I the lucky one?. I thought to myself sarcastically whilst rolling my eyes.. "Jordan's right, our wives are our home, they're our loves and they're our peace, they're the perfect mothers to our children and something pretty on our arms for events such as this but most importantly, they're the ones we go home to every single night after a long day and night's work, whereas our mistresses are just a hole to fill so that we can satisfy our lust, nothing more, nothing less" And that's my papa. God, I've never felt so freaking ashamed of these men than I do right now. "And our women? what happens to them if they find out about our mistresses?" Giovanni asks nonchalantly like this is the most normal thing in the world, like it's normal for his mother and his sisters to be treated this way. "It's simple, son, if they find out, then they've got two choices, they either accept them and embrace them as a member of the famiglia...or they die" Oh my god. I had to suppress a gasp at my father's cold and evil words which felt like a heavy punch to my stomach. This man is so cruel. "Anyway, we'd better head back before one of the ladies comes and looks for us" "Yeah, I think it's time for you and Aria to have your first dance, Jordan" My dad and Giovanni said sounding cheerful whilst I felt like throwing up. "Yeah...let's go and cut loose, guys, you only get married once, right?" Jordan asked sounding arrogant as he fixed his cufflinks whilst I groaned. Yeah and you've managed to beat Kim Kardashian and Britney Spears for the shortest wedding and fastest divorce in history, asshole. At least Kim lasted three whole months, I couldn't even last three whole hours. Anyway, I quickly hid behind one of the huge, white pillars in the hallway when I heard the group of drunk, obnoxious and narcissistic dickheads pile out of the room. My anger then rose when Marco being the i***t that he is started singing Love Me Like You Do which is the song Jordan and I had picked out for our first dance in a condescending kind of way. What an asshole. I groaned to myself as I glared at the group of men, specifically Marco. I never liked Marco but I always put up with him for Jordan and Giovanni's sakes, not to mention my sister Serena, who loves him for some reason known only to her and her maker. When I knew the guys were gone and I knew it was safe for me to come out of my hiding spot, I briskly walked over to one of the balcony areas to get some fresh air so that I could think and figure out what I was gonna do next. As I looked out at the beautiful Sicilian skyline and watched as night fell on what was supposed to be my dream day, I couldn't help but to think about how I was raised in this crazy and unusual world. Growing up as a mafia princess, I always knew that my life had been planned out for me right down to the last perfect detail from the moment I was conceived to this moment right here. I knew that I couldn't have dreams and aspirations like other girls my age because as a princess of the Castillo famiglia, we were only allowed to be smart enough but not too smart, we could never voice our opinions and we couldn't disagree with what the men in our lives have decided for us because as a mafia princess/queen, we were to be seen but not heard. It was also drilled into us from a very young age that the man's word was law, it was final and it couldn't be argued or disputed against. From a young age, we were trained to know how to cook and clean, how to look after our men and do whatever they wanted, not to mention we were also taught how to care for babies as well. You know when your mama bought you a toy baby for your birthday or for Christmas and it was just a simple gift for you, well, for us mafia girlies, it was a training device like the ones given to girls in high school to put them off having kids at a young age and it was to teach us how to love and care for the baby, as well as to nurture, feed, change, burp and dress it. The reason why they do this is so that when we turn eighteen and we get married, we'll already know everything there is to know to be the perfect wife and mother because we were already prepared for it by our mothers and if you think this is bad, then check this out. A mafia princess or queen always has to look a certain way, not just with her hair, make-up, nails, clothes or jewellery but also with her body as well. We aren't allowed to gain any weight or have a certain body type, you know like the Beyonce's or Kim K's of the world because that would deem us as promiscuous and trying to tempt other men who don't belong to us which is honestly ridiculous if you ask me because us women can't control or help it if men or even women for that matter are looking at us. I mean, if we could then we would, am I right?. We also couldn't date anyone or be in a relationship and if any of us dared to lose our virginities before marriage then that was it, we were ostracised and disowned from the famiglia because we were no longer pure and 'intact' and we were no longer 'profitable' for our future husband who had been handpicked for us and is the one who was supposed to have all of our firsts. The hypocritical thing about this is that even though us women HAD to remain virgins, the men didn't have to follow this rule and they could happily sleep with whoever they wanted whenever they wanted from as young as fourteen. I know it's crazy, right?. It's giving toxic, it's giving sexist and it's definitely giving misogynistic. I always thought Jordan and I were an exception to this rule because we've been dating for the past two years ever since I turned sixteen but now that I think about it, my dad and Jordan's dad Don Romano Castillo must've already arranged for us to get married which is probably why they didn't bat an eyelid when Jordan asked my father for permission to date me or when we became serious as a couple. It's because they already knew. They knew we were gonna get married and become the new Don and Donna of the Castillo famiglia and us dating perfectly fit in with their plans. "Aria...there you are girl, what are you doing out here on your own?" The voice of my adopted sister and best friend Serena flitted to my ears forcing me to quickly wipe away the tears from my face. "Hey, are you ok?" She asked whilst gently touching my shoulder. I looked up at my sister and her cheery face immediately dropped and changed to a concerned and worried expression when she saw my red and puffy eyes. "Oh my god, what's wrong, Aria? why are you crying?" Serena asks me and I shake my head. "I can't do this anymore, Serena" I said with a whimper and my sister looked at me confused. "What do you mean? what can't you do, sweetie?" She asks me causing more tears to fall down my cheeks. "I can't be here anymore, I can't stay married to Jordan, I can't be his wife or his Donna" "Wait, what?...why not? I thought you loved Jordan, sorella" (Sister) Serena asks sounding shocked. "I do" I said with an angry scoff. "I love that man more than anything or anyone and I'd do absolutely anything for him, Ser but...but I..I can't...not now, not with what I know about him now" I whispered the last part as Serena quickly but gently grabbed me by my bare shoulders and forced me to look back at her. "Aria, what's going on? what's happened? you were literally on cloud nine before and now you're out here alone and crying...tell me, what's going on? please" Serena pleads with me and I take a deep inhale and slowly release it to calm myself down before telling her everything from me going to look for Jordan to what I had overheard the men talking about when I eventually found him. When I was finished telling her what I had overheard, Serena stumbled backwards like she had been shot as she placed one of her hands on her chest in shock. "I can't believe this, I can't believe daddy, Gio, Jordan and Marc..o...I truly can't believe they think all of this is ok" Serena said as she stuttered out the name of her boyfriend and the man she, our father, Jordan and Don Romano have been fighting so hard for so that they can be together and get married. The rules of the mafia only apply to biological members of the famiglia and since Serena was adopted by my parents and wasn't directly born into it then that means the rules don't apply to her which means that she's had to fight for her right to marry Marco unlike myself and Jordan who were automatically given the rights as firstborn son and daughter of the reigning Don and Underboss. I used to think this was unfair because Serena is one of us, she's a Moliano through and through, it doesn't matter if she's biologically ours or not but now I'm glad that she won't have to live this deplorable life and suffer with having a cheating bastard for a husband like the rest of us do. "I may not like Marco, in fact, I can't stand him but I knew you loved him, Ser, which is why I put up with him because I loved you and Jordan more than I hated him" I say before stopping to take a quick breather. "I also used to think how unfair it was that you guys had to fight to get married because in the eyes of the mafia, you're not one of us but you are...no matter what anyone else thinks, you're a Moliano, Serena" I tell my sister who smiles sadly at me but this smile didn't last for too long. "But now I'm glad you guys can't get married because you and I deserve better than what this life is offering us, sorella...we all do" I whispered the last part as Serena looked at me with her light brown eyes filled with tears but not one single one dropped which I'm pretty sure is something she's trained herself to do because I haven't seen this girl shed a single tear since her parents and younger brother were killed many years ago in a car crash. "Come here, Aria" Serena said as she opened her arms to give me a hug which I happily accepted. "Don't worry, sorella, we'll get you out of this, I promise you" "How?" I asked as Serena rubbed my back in a comforting way. "I don't know but we'll find a way" Serena said before pulling away from me and cupping my face as she looked at me with a smile. "You trust me, right?" "More than anything" I say and her smile brightens. "Then trust me when I say I'm gonna get you out of this, Ari, I promise you"