Mafia's Embrace: Contractual Marriage

"Today was that day for me when I woke up determined to do something.

It was a mediocre day, neither rainy nor sunny, but it seemed like it was going to rain heavily.

My name is Damon Corleone. As you can imagine, I come from a lineage of the Italian mafia. I am twenty-five years old and I am a mafioso. Well, maybe that's not how I should label myself, but that's what I was trained for since a young age, to become someone who needs to suppress their emotions, to become cold and seek personal revenge against the person who killed my parents. That is my biggest and only goal.

I learned to endure everything and to become someone with few emotions, so as not to go insane. But often, I thought about throwing everything to hell, the gang, everyone. The only thing that calmed me down was thinking about my parents and the certainty that nothing would be in vain, that I would avenge them and achieve what I wanted soon. I trained since I was little and maybe that was very good for my mind.

I trained not only the exterior, but also the interior. If I were weak, if I let myself succumb to my feelings, I would never be respected within the mafia.

The mafia was full of rules and if you dared to break them, you became the target. It was more like the Ten Commandments, for example.

We couldn't look at a friend's wife, we could never be seen hanging out with the police. We must always be available for the Cosa Nostra, even if someone very important to us needs help. Your obligations come first. We must always tell the truth, honor our commitments, and one of the main rules is to treat our women with respect.

The reason I woke up early today was that I had a mission to fulfil, given by my uncle, the boss of the gang.

He urgently asked me to do this job for him; it was of utmost importance. I needed to assassinate a major traitor of our trust, the one who stole highly confidential documents.

I would kill him and recover the documents. An order from my uncle is not something that can be refused.

I entered the shower in my suite.

I turned on the shower and let the cold water fall on my body. The sensation is good; it wakes me up from that sleep.

I lived in a place, let's say, modest - an imposing mansion. I had people at my disposal when necessary, money, but anyone who thinks this life is just glamour is mistaken.

My chef was waiting for me in the dining room.

"Good morning, sir."

"Good morning, Dulce," I said and sat at the table.

I ate the food on my plate - eggs with toast but deep down, I wanted to get up quickly to fulfill my 'tasks'.

"Mr. Damon, your uncle Leonardo is waiting for you in the living room," Dulce informed me.

What was my uncle doing so early in my house? Did he come to remind me of the mission he assigned me again? I already know what it's about. I don't like being reminded, but my uncle wants everything to be done his way and on his schedule, typical of a mafioso, and I was like that too, I won't lie. But I've already told him that I will fulfill his request tonight.

When I entered the living room, I saw him inspecting the new painting he had bought.

"It's one of the most valuable ones. I bought it in New York," I mentioned the painting.

"Good morning, bambino. I came here to remind you of the task I asked you.

I need the documents that the bastard stole."

"It wasn't necessary to come, I'm already taking care of it, Leo."

"I needed to, in case something was distracting you. Like a woman or something of the sort."

"What woman? I haven't found anyone good enough yet."

"It's time for you to get married. Soon people will start talking, saying that you need to start a family and give us more heirs."

"That's not my priority until I find the right woman. And you know what, uncle? Honestly, I don't understand why we have to get married to assume a higher position."

"Because that's how things work. The rules are like that and nobody questions them," he said, and I widened my eyes.

"That's what I call strictly following traditions," I commented. "Can you imagine having a normal life, uncle?"

"Yes, of course. But nothing replaces the adrenaline of being the boss of a gang."

My uncle was persistent. He liked to be in control and his actions were those of a somewhat crazy sadist, I must confess. But he was the closest relative I had. The others were taking care of our affairs in Italy.

We talked a little until the end of the afternoon. There was a lot to deal with. And besides, I had to worry about the long list of enemies. Screw it, I'm the best. No one can touch me.

I didn't say much more. I was a man of few words. My uncle left shortly after. In the meantime, I didn't even say goodbye, I just got into my black car, put on the bulletproof vest under my clothes, and went to do what I had to do. It was night and it was raining heavily.

I was very determined and when it came to killing, I felt no remorse. At least not for those who deserved to die. If they were on our hit list, it meant they had done something they shouldn't have done. I drove to my mission, just another one like all the others. Along the way, I thought about my parents; I would never accept their death.

I didn't think about women, cars, or trips. My only goal was to become the best in my quest for revenge against those who took my parents away from me. From a very young age, I channeled all my energy and determination into perfecting myself as an assassin, training both my body and mind. Revenge was my ultimate goal, and I was willing to sacrifice everything to achieve it."

We used to live in Brazil, and we preferred to set up our gang here because narcotics trafficking was much easier. We were involved in various activities, including casinos outside the country, which brought in significant profits. It's no wonder we had everything and everyone at our feet. We also joined a major faction, in the end.

My parents also lived here, but we used to live in Italy. They were killed by a very evil person, my archenemy, and I will avenge them no matter the cost. However, I don't know where that bastard is. We gangsters hide very well, that's both the problem and the solution.

After my parents died, the only thing that keeps me here is the business because if not, I would have left this place with so many bad memories.

I already knew the location where the damn traitor would be. We have scouts everywhere, watching and providing us with the information we need. But there's always a traitor, it's funny...

I parked my car in front of the place where he was. It was a nightclub, probably the son of a bitch wanted to negotiate the documents with some gangster, as they usually use these spots to meet. I had to be discreet.

I got out of the car and stayed on the lookout. I entered the club, aimed, and shot the traitor. Many people were screaming and running, but only one thing mattered to me, and it was already in my hands, as expected, the son of a bitch had the documents. I killed him, took the folder, and ran out, but as I reached the club's door, I felt a pain in my arm and legs, and blood was flowing. I was wounded. They set me up, and there were people following me, watching me.

Despite being injured, I managed to get into the car and accelerated to get out of there. I was very dizzy and injured, my blood mixing with the rain. I walked a bit, but I couldn't see anything anymore; I was literally almost fading away.

I only had time to pull over on a street and didn't see anything else; I simply passed out. I was severely injured, even though I managed to escape. There was probably someone following me, and they set up an ambush.

I woke up without understanding anything, feeling dizzy. I looked up and saw a girl with deep brown eyes, and long curly hair of the same color, taking care of my wounds. She looked attentively at what she was doing, and she seemed to be a doctor, judging by the white lab coat she was wearing with her name embroidered on it: Elena Ferrari. She had an angelic face that actually reminded me of my mother. It felt like love at first sight, even without her saying a single word.

Who was she, and why did she find me?