The Mafia Kingpins Lost Love

Chapter 3 - Fleeing Sicily.

'You promised the world and I fell for it, I put you first and you adored it, set fires to my forest and you let it burn, sang off-key in my chorus cause it wasn't yours, I saw the signs and I ignored it, rose-coloured glasses all distorted, set fire to my purpose and I let it burn, you got off on the hurting, when it wasn't yours'

~ Selena Gomez

Aria's P.O.V.

"Need some help with that, babe?"

Oh no.

Oh God no, please.

I slowly turned around and my heart rate accelerated when I saw my husband standing in the doorway of our room with his hands in his pants pocket and a stern expression on his handsome face.

"Jordan...what are you doing here?"

I asked him and his jaw ticked from me calling him by his name again.

"I could ask you the same question, gattino, what are you doing up here?"

Jordan asks calmly as he closes our bedroom door and locks it.

Shit.

"I erm...I..I..."

"Do I make you nervous, gattino?"

Jordan asks as he steps closer to me and my heart continued to pound hard against my chest as the space between us got smaller and smaller.

"N..no, of course not, wh..why would you make me nervous?"

"Well because it's our wedding night, sweetheart and I know you've been feeling anxious about tonight...about losing your virginity and I want you to know that you don't have to feel this way because I've got you, gattino and I'll take care of you"

"I know but that's not until later on, right? we've still got our guests to attend to"

I said hoping to deter any plans he's got going on in his head because I could see the lust and the hunger in his beautiful brown eyes, especially when they would linger on my rapidly rising chest but unfortunately, I failed.

"Actually, principessa"

Jordan said as he closed the last little bit of space between us so that our chests were touching before gently stroking the backs of his fingers up and down my arm sending shivers throughout my body.

"I was thinking you know, when in Rome...do what the Romans do"

Huh.

"But we're not in Rome, Jordan, we're in Sicily"

I say and he chuckles.

I don't know what's so funny, it's not a good thing if you're forgetting what city you're in at the age of twenty-one.

"Just let me go and use the bathroom and we can head back downstairs, ok"

I say and go to head over to the bathroom when I was suddenly stopped by Jordan who grabbed hold of my arm pulling me closer to him so that I would fall against his chest which I did and he quickly wrapped one of his arms around my waist to trap me as his free hand rested on the back of my neck.

"You don't understand, gattino"

His husky voice said as his hand on my neck slowly started to move down my back to the zipper on my dress.

"Jordan..."

"Call me Don, gattino"

Jordan whispered huskily against my lips and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Why should I? I'm your wife"

I say feeling offended and also kind of disgusted.

The reason why I was offended is because the wife of a Don doesn't have to refer to her husband by his title because we're basically his equal.

Yes, we're not as powerful or as strong as him and we don't get to be involved in any of the mafia work or make any decisions but we're still their equal and we shouldn't call them Don anymore than they should call us Donna.

It also disgusted me because of the tone of his voice, he sounded turned on when he asked me to call him it and it made me wonder how many other women he's asked to call him Don when they're alone.

I wanted to believe that I was overthinking things because my trust in Jordan was now next to nothing but his next words proved that I had every reason not to trust him.

"Exactly, you're my wife and it turns me on when you call me it"

Oh god, hand me a bucket.

"I wanna make love to you, gattino...I wanna make love to my wife"

Jordan said and I panicked when I felt him pull down the zipper on my dress as he backed me up towards the bed.

"Jordan, wait..."

Oh s**t.

I gasped when Jordan pushed me onto the bed and hovered over me caging me in with his arms like the kitten that he loves to call me.

"Knock it off with the Jordan s**t, Aria, you're getting on my last nerve with it now"

He growled at me which I knew he instantly regretted after I closed my eyes and flinched away from him.

"s**t baby, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you"

"I'm not scared of you, I just don't like it when you get angry or shout at me, that's all"

This is actually very true.

I hate it when any man gets angry and starts shouting but in particular, I hate it when Jordan, my dad or Giovanni get angry because their anger is like next level if you know what I mean.

"I know, baby, I'm sorry"

He says before letting out a breath.

"Can you look at me, please?"

He pleaded with me and I shook my head.

"Please, gattino"

Jordan once again pleads with me as he rests his forehead against my temple.

I was hesitant at first but then I turned my head and opened my eyes looking my husband in his beautiful, golden brown eyes that I love so much which I stupidly believed held so much love for me at one point but now I don't.

Jordan's eyes intently looked me in my light green eyes as his hand cupped my face and gently caressed my cheek with his thumb.

"You know I love you, right? because I do, I love you more than anything, Aria"

"I know you do, babe"

I lied straight to his face for probably the first time in our lives and he smiled at me with relief.

"Good...then let me show you just how much I love you, baby"

Jordan said as he kissed me.

He then stripped us of our clothes and with one powerful thrust, he took my virginity from me before making love to me like he actually did love me which made me feel so good even though my heart was irrevocably broken on the inside at this point.

I know you're all probably thinking to yourselves why did you let him touch you, Ari? why did you let him take your virginity? why did you let him make love to you over and over again? and the answer, as stupid and as pathetic as it sounds is because I love him.

This man is the love of my life, he's my first love and someone who I thought was my best friend, he's also the man who I've experienced all of my firsts with and I know this is gonna sound crazy because I know that he doesn't love me as much as he claims he does but even despite that, he's the one who I also wanted to lose my virginity too as well.

The reason for this is because most women hope to lose their virginities to a man who they love unconditionally and that's how I feel about Jordan.

One day my love for him will diminish but it will never completely go away because of how much I love him, not to mention that I don't think I'll ever feel this way about another man again which is yet another reason why I let him make love to me.

Afterwards, I fell asleep in his arms which was another stupid decision, yes, I know but I couldn't help myself because I was so exhausted.

I don't know how long I was asleep for but it couldn't have been for long because I was suddenly woken up by the sound of my husband's hushed voice on the phone which made me feel sick to my stomach.

"Of course, I didn't forget about you, Ria, I mean, how could I? you're my number one girl, right?"

Number one, girl?.

I f*****g knew it.

I knew he was screwing Barbies ugly step-sister.

"Don't be silly, Ria, I just had to pacify my wife, that's all"

Jordan said with a chuckle.

"Is the party still going strong downstairs?...good, meet me in our room and I'll be there in a few...ok bye...bye"

Jordan said with glee in his tone as I lay on the bed pretending to sleep while my breathing worked overtime to stay steady.

After a couple of minutes, I felt someone hovering over me before feeling a familiar pair of lips on my forehead.

"Our lives our gonna change forever after tonight, gattino, I promise you"

Jordan once again kissed my forehead before leaving the room and when he did, the first tear I was holding back finally rolled down my cheek.

How did my Jordan, the man who loved me unconditionally, cared about me more than anyone and would've done absolutely anything for me turn into this cold-hearted, evil monster?.

This question repeatedly flowed through my mind as I almost robotically prepared myself to leave my husband and this toxic life for good.

The first thing I did was I washed up before getting dressed and putting on the wig taking extra care to make sure it looked natural.

I really wanted to have a shower but I didn't have the time, so I settled for just a quick wash which will have to do until I'm somewhere safe.

I then grabbed the bag from the bed and texted my sister who was pissed with me for not texting her sooner but she quickly calmed down, well, for a brief second she did when I told her why I couldn't text her straight away.

Serena understood that I couldn't get away with Jordan in the room with me but she was pissed that I would give a gift as unique and as sacred as my virginity to him.

I quickly shut her up by saying she'd do the same thing with Marco and she didn't disagree with me.

PING!!.

'My friend Marcello is outside of your door right now, do everything he says and follow him to wherever he goes, do you understand me? he'll make sure that you safely get out of the country and to the safe house, sweetie, S X'

'Can I trust him, Serena? he's one of Jordan's men, after all, A X'

'You can trust him, ok, I promise you, Ari, Marcello has wanted out of the mafia for the longest time now because he can't stand how the ladies get treated here, S X'

'Ok, I love you, Serena, A X'

'I love you too, doll, S X'

A stray tear fell down my cheek as I let out a shaky breath.

You can do this, Ari, you HAVE to do this.

I thought to myself as I wiped my tears away and walked over to the door with my backpack in hand.

"Hey there, toots, are you ready to go?"

Marcello asked after I opened the door and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"What are you wearing?"

I ask Marcello and he smirks at me as my eyes rake over the ugly ass coat he's wearing.

"It's a reflective coat, toots, don't worry, I got you one too"

He says as he hands me the coat in his hand which I was hesitant to take and Marcello knew it, he also knew that I wouldn't take it until I knew what was going on.

"A reflective coat is a creation of mine which helps people to sneak in and out of places without being detected"

"What? like an invisibility cloak?"

I ask as I take the coat from him and quickly scan it before putting it on.

"Kind of"

Marcello says with a chuckle.

"This coat was designed to mess with any camera system that we walk through"

"How?"

"Put your hood up and take a look for yourself"

Marcello says with a cheeky smile as he holds up his phone with the selfie camera on it and I was instantly blown away when I saw what looked like rainbow static covering the entire screen.

"How is this poss..."

I asked sounding gobsmacked only to be cut off by Marcello.

"You can ask me any question you want later on, toots but right now, we need to go before someone comes up here and catches us...you know that man of yours won't leave his reina alone for too long"

Shit, he's right.

"Ok, let's go"

Marcello and I leave the room and take all of the back hallways and exits in this place to avoid being spotted by anyone in the famiglia.

The Castillo famiglia is the biggest mafia family in not just Italy but the entire world and today was an event which would've had not only the media but also civilians and other mafia families wanting to be a part of it, so we had to be extra careful and put security all over the building to ensure no uninvited or unwanted guests got in.

Luckily for us, there were some exits which weren't being manned and Marcello seemed to know every single one of them.

We then headed out of the back of the building and got into a black SUV which was waiting for us and it looked like it had been heavily tinted out as well.

"Take us to the old Petrillo air strip ASAP"

Marcello commands the driver who immediately started up the car and took us to an old air strip which used to be one of the largest airports in Italy but now it's only ever used for illegal purposes and sneaky getaways such as this.

A part of me was worried when Marcello mentioned this place but then I remembered that the systems are wiped and refreshed every six hours, so we should be good.

When we arrived at the airport which was now a virtual ghost town, Marcello told me to go and rest on the jet while he got everything sorted out and underway which I happily did.

I sat down in one of the chairs and took off my wig whilst letting out a breath that I didn't realise I was holding as I felt the weight of the day press down on me.

It's crazy to think that this morning I woke up like every other blushing bride who was excited to marry the love of her life as her heart filled with so much love and excitement and now here I am ending it all alone with a broken heart.

Damn you Jordan, damn you and all of those other bastards all the way to hell.

I thought to myself as I felt someone sit down in the chair opposite me.

"We'll be ready for take off in five minutes...here, take a look at that"

Marcello says as he hands me a brown folder.

"What is it?"

"It's your new life and your new identity, you're officially Miss Aria Rivera, my sister, in name only, of course"

He says with a chuckle and I narrowed my eyes in confusion.

Rivera?.

"I thought your surname was Vega"

"It is, my surname is hyphenated but I prefer to use Vega over Rivera, that's all"

"Oh"

I said as I looked back down at the file and thought about what would happen when we landed wherever we're gonna land.

Can I work? can I go to college? is any of this possible for me?.

I thought to myself and I think Marcello could hear my thoughts as well because what he said next made me feel like he could hear my unspoken hopes and dreams.

"You can do anything you want and be anything you want, just name it and I'll make it happen for you, Aria"

"Why? what's in it for you?"

I ask Marcello who lets out a sigh as he sits back in his chair.

"My mama was a mafia princesa too...she was arranged to marry an Italian Don when she was just your age and he treated her like crap, he cheated on her, abused her, flaunted his mistresses in front of her and then one day he killed her right in front of my eyes"

He tells me and I gasp.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry"

"Don't be, it was twenty-plus years ago"

Marcello says as he reaches over and places his tattooed hand on top of mine giving it a gentle squeeze as he did.

"I've always hated how the mafia treats their women, women who they claim to love and care for, women like my mama...I made a vow to my mama when she died that I would do anything I could to protect the mafia princesas and future reinas which is why I'm here helping you"

"They'll kill you when they find out you helped me to escape"

I say barely above a whisper and he smirks.

"They'd have to catch me first"

He says with a wink and I smile.

"So, where are we going?"

"The one place where the Castillo famiglia wouldn't think to look for you"

He said and I chuckled slightly knowing exactly where he was referring to.

The land of opportunity.