Your Face Is All Fucked Up From Taking The World By The Teeth

I am good. I am loved.

My great grandma, Violet Leib. It runs in the family.

Inevitabilmente mio.

HER POV:

My Benito. I could see him from two blocks away even without putting on my glasses. I couldn't wait to meet him.

Getting out of the car, I look at Don Salvatore Abelli and Don Nico Russo. They were already waiting with their families at the gate. Nico was with his wife, his dear dear wife, Elena. The Sweet Abelli he was going crazy for. And beside them was my Benito.

I reached them and Salvatore reached out to hug me. And I hugged him back. "Don, quanto mi sei mancato."

I then hug his wife, Celia, and going to Tony, Adriana and finally Elena with her husband. "Sweet Abelli, ma bella come stai? Nico! Non sei felice di vedere tua sorella?" I said, smiling so hard that even the Sun would become blind by it.

"Sure did miss your loud voice. " he said, and Elena slapped him hard in the head. They're the only ones that could make me laugh.

I turned my head to a particular person. Benito. I frowned. "Benito. Why so serious today? Che è successo?" then I look at the Don for measure. He's shaking his head at me, "That's not Benito, Donna Afrodite. That's his twin, Leonidas."

I arch my eyebrow questioningly. So, he dared disrespect me? "Where is he, Nico?" I asked him while looking at Leonidas.

"Afrodite- It's best if you stay here." He said in a weird voice.

That's when I turn my head to look a him properly. Is he trying to fool me? La Donna?

"Ace." I said.

He didn't move. But his eyes flickered up.

I retreated my gun from my right thigh and calmly walked to the last floor of Abelli's house. Nobody tried to stop me. They didn't say anything. They knew not to deny my demands.

Once there, I slammed his door open and shot her in the middle of her eyebrows, while looking at him in the eyes. He fucking got to know Donna Afrodite. "Ciao, Benito mio." I said while giving him my innocent smile. And then I tuned around, getting away from his room.

NO POV:

Donna Afrodite was the only female mafia capo who ruled all the mafias combined together. She came from a male dominated family, in fact she has only her mother Cristina Russo, grandmother and her older sister. Plus, her other cousins. But they weren't relevant to her. She had four older brothers. And her father was the notorious Romano Petrov, the don of the Italian-Russian mafia. She was the youngest in that family, and the most treasured.

When one day her father blew her perfect bubble telling her that she had an important role for the mafia world. Giving her a letter, a document written by her grandfather, the former Don of the Italian-Russian mafia, stating how he had passed to her the duty to become la futura Donna and the future head to the Italian-Russian mafia, or the so called "PRIME MAFIA", the first mafia ever founded and the only one that could keep every other mafia under control, other than the Greek one.

But, there was also another thing to this demand. She'd become la Donna and than marry the heirs of the Greek-Italian mafia.

Her father tried to find a loophole to this letter, and tried to change her destiny, but she knew he couldn't do anything. And so, five years ago, when Afrodite was only an innocent and sweet, eighteen year old girl, decided to accept the duty.

And that's when her empire began.

BENITO'S POV:

She entered the room, smiled at me with her perfect lips and shot the girl that was awfully riding my cock, while looking at me.

Fuck. I can't say that she didn't make me hard as fuck.

Ugh, I have to clean myself up. It's fucking weird to have a girl die on top of you meanwhile her pussy was fucking your cock. Thank god I always put on a condom.

"BASTARDO. Che cazzo stai cercando di fare, eh????? She can fucking ruin you. She will ruin us! Because of you. And you're here playing with whores up and down as if you're looking to get killed. Are you fucking insane? Or do you much prefer my gun killing you now?" Nico said, furious as hell.

Well, I get it. I'm supposed to marry la Donna and I'm disrespecting her as if she won't be my future wife and as if she won't make me future Don of all mafias. But, I don't get why she doesn't refuse this goddamn marriage.

"Get the fuck out of my room you assohole. Can't you see I'm getting dressed?" he looked me as if that was the last thing I should have said in this world.

He was about to say something else when Elena, my cousin came and took him out meanwhile covering her eyes.

After getting dressed, I go downstairs to have a drink. She's on the top of the table, my uncle Salvatore leaving it to her, to respect her. And she's smiling and loving to my family, as if I didn't just ruin her reputation with what I did.

"Good evening everyone." I say and get a glass, fill it with whiskey and sit down in the table.

Elena scoffs at me and Adriana too. But I don't pay attention to them. I look at her. And then meet my brother's eyes.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I glare at him.

Celia gasps out loud, meanwhile Don says "Benito, boy behave."

"Brother. Missed me?" My twin brother says and smirks at me.

HER POV:

My Benito finally gave us the pleasure to come and stay with us at the table. Little bastard thinks I can refuse this contract. He doesn't know that our future was already written by our grandparents and we couldn't do anything about it.

"Benito. Leonidas. That's enough." I said to them both. They immediately turned to look at me and stopped killing eachother with their eye-glaring.

I smile happily, and look at Salvatore. "Salvatore. My father should not find out about what occurred today. And neither about what has happened before. If he does find out, he'll do half of what I was about to do. "

He nods at me with a serious face and says "Donna, I'm sorry. We won't let it happen again."

I don't aknowledge his words and raise my hand indicating for the other women to get out of the room. Once they do, I start, "Benito. Do you know who I am?" I say without even looking at him but continuing to eat the food Celia has done with her mother in law.

He doesn't respond. So, I raise my hand again and say "Kneel".

He, growling lowly, gets up from his seat and kneels at my feet. With his head down. His jaw clenched and his teeth gritting. His ears red.

I lower the fork down and swallow the food down. I turn to look at him and raise my hand toward him. He understands and kisses my ring. "Bene." I caress his hair and head as if he was a pet. Because he is. He is my husband and only now he's understood it.

IM GONNA BURN DOWN EVERYTHING

carlos's radio message of “ gap to lando every lap" and carlos intentionally slowing down just enough to keep lando within drs range , lando understanding the signal. when told by his race engineer about the gap (0.8) carlos goes like “ it's on purpose ”. do you understand how much coordination, trust and intimacy you have to have with THAT driver to have that amount of telepathy with? like. nobody apart from CarLando could pull that off. i repeat, nobody else.

BLah

I thought that I was really in love with you.

But, lately I found out that it was a temporary feeling. I never loved you. You've always left me disappointed, confused and obsessed.

Why obsessed?

Because, I have never loved you. I don't know you. I love the idea that I created of you. It's hard to realise it, in fact, I took too long to understand this. I could have ended everything since the beginning and I wouldn't have been here worrying about stupid feelings. I'm obsessed with the idea that I created of you. The you that doesn't exist. A dangerous guy, with anger issues that hates everyone except me.

And I told him: Look, I've been playing with you from the beginning and I don't love you.

I didn't talk to him from that day. But I think of him even if I don't know him. Does this have an explanation? Is there a philosopher who has got theories that are going to help me discover what I'm feeling? I've studied for years philosphy and psychology but I never seem to understand myself. I am a big mess.

I've went to different psychoanalysts but they found no way of comforting and helping me.

I've read thousands of books, specifically romance books, but do you know how bored they have made me? They annoy me now. But I continue reading them. They're full of fantasies and utopic worlds but I so believe them, I don't know how to get out of that illusion.

How do I turn off my reasoning and consciousness? I want to disappear. I want to be free. I want to live with someone that I truly love.

How do I learn how to love? Is there someone that teaches this? Are there theories or books that talk about this?

I want to know how to actually ,love someone with all my heart and to get to know that person for everything they have and possess and follow them till they die because that's what my mission needs to be. I want to be there for someone till the day I die. Is there a way to find this? Is there a way to believing in love? I'm desperate to know.

But you know what puts me in a crisis? That is understanding love. From what I've understood about myself, I am a person that views love as a love with violence and aggression, sacrificies and problems, imperfections and perfections, optimistic point of views and cosy touches, physical connection, spiritual connection, sexual touches, sweet words and harmful words that push you to hate the person you "love" and finally hating yourself for loving them.

How can I think this way? Who do I think I am? A goddess?

What if I got to know this guy and actually fell in love with him, what would really happen?

I would be desperate and heartbroken and hate myself for falling for somebody that I don't deserve and that I shouldn't waste my time with and not waste my life for neither energy. I would hate myself for falling for someone who isn't who I idealised. This is unacceptable.

I wanna be free. I wanna love someone and suffer forever. You know what I want to suffer because that's what I live for. That's how I've learnt to survive. I have been raised with violence and anger issues and problems. I need someone that treats me how I think he should treat me.

I don't know how my idealised man is. I have no idea how he is. I literally don't know. Like can you imagine that I wrote this whole story and bullshit for something that I don't really know or believe or think or reason about, oh my god I am truly crazy. I talk noonsense. I am a bullshiter and I accept it. Thank you for today.

K.M.

The tea is super super hot

What did she tell you sharl?

Meme king😂🤣

,,Being the only female in what was basically a boys’ club must have been difficult for her. Miraculously, she didn’t compensate by becoming hard or quarrelsome. She was still a girl, a slight lovely girl who lay in bed and ate chocolates, a girl whose hair smelled like hyacinth and whose scarves fluttered jauntily in the breeze. But strange and marvelous as she was, a wisp of silk in a forest of black wool, she was not the fragile creature one would have her seem.”~ TSH

Cubitum eamus?

I was surrounded by green landscapes. The leaves' and trees' color matched with my flowy skirt. My mustardish skirt danced with the breeze, a graceful waltz under the blinding light of my usual guest. This guest has always been there with me. Specifically every Sunday. And peculiarly its light gets stronger and brighter everytime that I appear in its presence. It's really strange. Perhaps, Zeus is content when seeing me, and his only way to contact me is by increasing the brightness of his Sun. Nonetheless, I'm thankful of it.

I could feel the warm breeze timidly touching my bare arms and uncovered shoulders. It was such a hair-raising feeling that it bizarrely made me slowly close my eyes while enjoying that docile embrace.

The crunch of grass under boots made my eyes slam open. That crunch of boots on dew-kissed ground resonates - a rythmic dance between man and nature. Each step, a whispered promise of connection, as if the meadow itself aknowledged his presence.

I turned around. There stopped a gigantic man. He was so majestic that I nearly stopped breathing. There was no oxygen enough for me. The nature was taking it from me.

Despite this, I continued looking at him. I didn't dare to say a thing. No voice could get out of my mouth.

I was so mesmerized by him that I didn't notice he was getting closer and closer to me. I was laying on top of the meadow. Undoubtedly, I was looking like a sloppy little girl and unashamedly I was staying there unmoving.

Surprisingly, he stretched his arm to me. Oh God. What did I think that he was going to do? That, I better not share with you.

"Aventurine. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you..."

I shockingly raised my head. How did he know my name? That I didn't know, nevertheless, I didn't really care. My name softly coming out his fleshy lips ignited a burning heat inside my heart and tiny body. I obviously zoned out and I didn't bother listening to what he was saying.

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