Page 147 of Dirty Mafia Sinner

Fucked up, right?

What if I told you I deserved it—more than deserved it, practically waved a red flag at Elia Seraphina Lombardi and begged her to end my misery?

We fell in love at thirteen, stole each other’s innocence at sixteen, and lived wild and carefree through part of our seventeenth year—until the powers that be ruined our fun. Her father, Don Lombardi, is my father’s biggest rival. And if he despised my family before, he’s hell-bent on ruining us now that I’ve tainted his daughter’s reputation. For the record, Elia Seraphina Lombardi seduced me. Not sure if it was to escape walking down the aisle, trapped in an arranged marriage, or if I’m just that charming. Elia’s beautiful and resourceful.

And vindictive—if my arm isn’t proof, I don’t know what is.

I was in a near comatose state, enjoying the effects of the drugs I took and the wild orgy going on around me inside Rome’s most notorious pleasure house, when she burst into the room, Glock loaded, raised, and intended for me.

I waved her over with a warm welcome, my arm weighing a ton as I raised it high. She was wearing a bright blue ball gown and a fucking tiara, looking like a cartoon princess who ventured into a carnival fun house. “Fina,” I called to her, laughing as her name echoed around the room.

Fina. Fina. Fina.

I remember her on my shoulders at the beach as we jumped waves.

I remember laughing at her antics when her new birthday present—a top-of-the-line, fully equipped Mercedes convertible—overheated in the Arizona desert. She kicked all four wheels, when the issue was beneath the hood. Later, while waiting for a tow, we fucked in the backseat with the roof down.

I remember her whispering she loves me.

I remember everything.

Fina. Fina. Fina.

Reality blew the memory apart with a bang, and I was barely cognizant when she fucking shot me.

My arm will heal. My pride? Already nonexistent. But this time, I really screwed up, and she’s done with me for real.

Alessia nudges my good arm. “You okay, Renzo?”

“Just great,” I reply with a smile.

Except I’m lying. My father and brother might be stubborn fuckheads, but they’ve got nothing on me when it comes to pain.

I live for it.

I breathe it in like oxygen.

And I destroyed my one true love, and became a bitch to it.

THE END