26/08/2026
🩸BLOOD
AND
MAFIA ☯️
🌒The Secret Of the Underworld 🌒
Written by Radqueen10Six
Chapter 14
MIA POV
2 hrs Ago
Sunday ( 2:45pm )
I laid on the bed still in my pajama's. Anastasia had come twice to bathe me, but i refused.
My mind was occupied with thoughts of a new school.
How on earth was I going to study Law?
And then there's mathew who promised me a living hell at schooL.
A knock came to my door for the thousand time today.
' Why am i being disturbed?'
"Senora is there anything you'd want?" One of the thousand nuns in this mansion asked for the millionth time.
"No, Stop bothering me" I yelled. It was not in my habit to yell but today has been stressful "
"I am sorry ma'am but it is my duty to see you are comfortable." She said.
To see that i was comfortable? The same women that treated me like i was starved garbage? All of a sudden care-Oh, It was because they heard Alessandro was coming.
I Guess a woman's husband is really her strength and Pride.
" Go away" I said Using the pillow to cover my face.
" Sorry Senora" She apologized which was new.
..
(some seconds later )
Another knock came.
I had had it! I came down the bed and matched Straight to the door ready to give a nun a piece of my frustration.
"I thought i said N-" I looked up.
It was not a nun. It was Raphael
I was about to close the door when he bridged it with his legs .
" Remove your legs." I said struggling to close it.
"Calm down, I came to apologize" He said, But I wasn't buying It. Why would a Moretti apologize to me?
"I want to give you something." He Said showing me a fancy bag containing stuffs.
" Thank you, but I am good."
I said bu tried closing the door.
“At least take the gift”
He said, Stretching it towards mean, if it would get him away, Then sure.
I snatched it away from him and closed the door.
I was excited though, I wondered what was In the bag.
Settling on my, bed, I opened-the bag to see Jewelries and a bottle of wine.
I Saw an envelope too.
Hmm..?
This whole thing screamed trap.
I opened the Letter and hissed.
"FAMILY DINNER BY EIGHT”
I shivered slightly.
This again? Well, I would not attend.
“KNOCK KNOCK”
“WHAT NOW!!”
The door opened on it's own and sister Anastasia walked in.
" You have a spear key?”
I asked in shock.
“ Yes Senora”
" Why?"
" Mr. Moretti's orders." She said giving me no Space To talk back.
She walked towards the bed where I was, Took my wine brought out a bunch of whatchamacallit, and opened my wine then handed it to me.
“I didn’t ask for your help!” The audacity.
“I just made it easier for you to pour it in the toilet.” She said.
“What makes you think I would poured it?”
“I though—”
“Anastasia!” I called.
“If I want something, I would ask you. Don’t ever do anything without my permission ever again. Ever again!” I ordered.
Anastasia's face wrinkled she was about to say something, but she controlled herself.
“ I came to prepare your bathe.”
“Prepare it and leave.”
Anastasia bit her lip In anger and walked Towards the bathroom .
…
(few minutes later)
Anastasia walked out of The bathroom .and walked straight towards The Door.”
"And where are you going?” I asked.
“ I am leaving as you said i should.” She said.
“You don't just walk out of my room without telling me, You are to tell me when You are leaving and i would approve then you leave.”
Anastasia bowed her head.
“Apologies. May I leave now Senora?”
“Yes and drop that spare key” I said.
“I cannot senora, It is Mr moretli's order to have ca spare key to your room.”
With that,she left with a smug her face.
Bitch!
With annoyance, I took the bottle without thinking and drank from it .
I am a wife here, I am above these stupid ass nuns .
Having a key to my room. F**k Donato. A man that can't keep Peace in his home. I meanlook at his children,all have issues....
I Took another sips, Then another
And another
Before i knew it, the bottle went haIf.
My head began to bang
I think it's time to freshen up.
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(Back to present )
The alcohol I’d taken few minutes ago still clouded my thoughts.
Husband?
THIS ashy, cigarette-smelling, staring-pervert is my HUSBAND?!
"Seriously? My Husband is the most Unattractive son of The Don?"
I asked out loud.
My hands flew to cover my mouth. Too late.
The room went so quiet I could hear the drip of water from my hair hitting the cream rug.
Alessandro Giovanni Moretti.
He didn’t laugh. He didn’t yell.
He just... looked at me. Those dark eyes dragged over me again, slow, like he was cataloging every inch of skin the towel wasn’t covering.
Then his mouth did a thing. A slow, dark smile.
"Unattractive?" he repeated. His voice was low. Amused. Dangerous.
"Tch. Nico."
Nico flinched like he’d been shot. "Y-yes, Boss."
"Leave us."
"But Boss—"
"Now."
Nico bowed his head and was gone. The door clicked shut. And just like that, it was me and a man.
I took a step back. My heel hit the doorframe.
"Don’t come any closer," I said, lifting the blow dryer again. My hands were shaking. "I’m serious. I’ll—"
"You’ll what?" He took one step forward. I Looked at his shoes. Tom Ford shoes. No socks. How was that legal?
"Break my skull with a Conair? At that height of yours?"
"Stop saying that!" My face burned. "And stop staring! I’m not dressed!"
"You’re in my room," he said simply, like that explained everything.
"My bed, My sheets, My air."
He tilted his head.
"Yet you’re the one throwing tantrums."
“Excuse me, this is my room and you walked right into without my permission.”
“Everyone is getting into My room Without permission,My permission!”
"Who else entered?” He asked me, his face Unreadable.
“Lorenzo, Raphael, Anastasia, Now you!”
his eyes darknened when i mentioned Raphael.
“Who is Anastasia?”He asked.
“A Nun that claims Mr. Donato told her to have a spare key to my room!”
“You seem to have a lot going on.” He smiled at my frustration.
"Your father married us off without asking either of us," I snapped, clutching the towel tighter.
"So don’t act like this is my fault."
That wiped the smile off his face.
He moved so fast I didn’t see it. One second he was by the door, the next his hand was on the wall beside my head. Caging me in. He smelled like smoke and expensive cologne and something colder underneath it.
"A Santoro," he murmured, looking down at me. I had to crane my neck. Rude.
"You are different from what i expected. Having an uncultured wife"
I lifted my chin.
"And I think he chained me to a man who calls women wh**es five minutes after meeting them."
For a second, nothing.
Then he laughed. A real laugh. Low and rough.
"Fair," he said.
He stepped back. The absence of him was immediate and weird.
He walked to the vanity. My vanity, Picked up one of my lotions, sniffed it, and made a face.
"Floral," he said, disgusted. "No wonder this room reeks."
"It’s called smelling good, you cave man."I wishpered the last
part to myself.
He turned back to me. The amusement was gone.
"Listen carefully, Mia Elena Santoro."
Hearing my name from him did something to my stomach.
"You and I are not a marriage. This is something you would soon know of.
He paused. "So here are the rules."
I crossed my arms.
"Rule one: You stay out of my business. I stay out of yours, That’s if you even have a business.
"Rule two: You don’t call me unattractive in my own house again."
"Rule three:" His eyes flicked down to my legs, then back up to my face.
Deliberate.
"You wear clothes in the common areas. I don’t care what you do in here. But if I find you like this in the room with the door unlocked again, the problem won’t be me."
I opened my mouth to argue.
"Rule four," he cut me off. "Don’t ever tell Nico to remove me from a room again. He works for me. Not you. Not yet."
Not yet. What did that mean.
“Rule face, No drinking and getting drunk!”
He walked to the door. Paused with his hand on the k**b.
"Get dressed Dinner is at 8pm You will be there.”
“Wait, I have my own rules.”
He ignored me and was about to walk out.
“Rule one: Rub some cream on your ashy sk—”
Thud!
He closed the door.
I slid down to the door.
….
Outside the room
"Nico, Get a Nun Anastasia and get my key from her! I need to talk to my father.” Alessandro said.
“Yes boss" Nico bowed and was about to leave.
“Nico,”
“Boss?”
“Is my skin ashy?” Alessandro asked with all seriousness
“B-Boss?”
“Answer me or are you deaf?”
“ Your skin looks dry but I think it’s great!”
Nico said beads of sweat on his forehead.
“You can go.”
Nico left immediately.
“That little girl called Unattractive. Because I’m not slipped like my brothers who do nothing!”
“How dare she!”
TbcI
