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[melis-writes]

Mafia Wife [Sonny Corleone x Reader Multichapter, 18+ Smut] Chapter 2 – By Chance and By Fate

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18+, explicit smut read.

“Please, I insist.” / “Our families are close, you know. We respect one another. I hope ya know you’re always welcome here.”

By chance and by fate, you find yourself intertwined by the soon-to-be successors and sons of powerful men, mafioso again and again. From your experience with the Barzini family, you knew what to expect meeting the Corleones, let alone Santino Corleone, the "enforcer", or so you thought. How can you feel at home in someone else's house you've visited for the first time? How can time be meaningless for Sonny who only wants to get lost in his words? You promised yourself you wouldn't tangle with mafiosi, you know what the means for you, but one wants nothing more than to be close to you. The ease and comfort inside of you from this man draws out your fate and future with him...

[WARNINGS]: Mentions of family abuse / Mentions of death

[AUTHOR'S NOTE]: An update we very much needed to continue this fic because I can promise from the bottom of my heart that even after a year of no updates, Mafia Wife is not forgotten nor abandoned!! 😭❤️ 2024 had not been kind to me with my writing, but I'm back at it again having beaten writer's block. 🤭 Gabriella and Sonny's story CONTINUES! Despite it only having one chapter up from 2023, I'm in awe every single day at the love and support this fic gets! It means so much to me, so thank you all so very much!! 🥺❤️🥺❤️ This is a bit of a slow burn fic, at least in these initial chapters, so I'm trying to build up friendliness and potential romance with Sonny and Gabriella before we really jump in to their lives together and how they came to be. Sit down and get ready for the ride, it only picks up after this chapter! 👀

“The underboss’s wife”; that’s who you are, and the whispers of enemies, family and colleagues alike know it too. You’re no stranger to the underworld of crime surrounding you including the one run by the Corleone family’s underboss; Santino Corleone. The streets run red with blood and brutality under Santino’s influence but it’s Santino who feels hit by the thunderbolt at the very sight of you—pushing away his womanizing and notorious unfaithfulness. You unexpectedly find yourself in a position of power balancing your marriage with the fate of the Corleone’s family’s future whether it be through Santino’s infamous brutality or the love he finds amidst the man he claims to be.

March 1937, Long Island, New York, Giordano Estate Greenhouse.

Humming a soft tune to yourself as you make your way through your family greenhouse, you almost blend in with the various, planted flowers growing around you in your lilac color, flowing shirtwaist dress, and hair put up in a messy bun.

Just outside in the back of your family’s estate, you spend the remainder of your afternoon alone in the family greenhouse with hundreds of plants, herbs, and flowers that are carefully curated, gardened, and cared for by you and your family. It's always been an ideal place for solitude among colorful, fragrant nature and a muse for your painting sessions.

You approach the greater floral section of the greenhouse where blossoming flowers are planted in pots and little plots of soil in gardening boxes from vibrant tulips to lilies, lilacs, orchids, peonies, tulips, and roses grow.

You pause for a moment, stopping your tracks as you glance back over your shoulder to your easel set up a few feet behind you, centered in the middle of the greenhouse to encapsulate a stunning view of all the plants around you and capture as much sunshine peeking through the glass ceiling of the greenhouse.

‘Roses. Roses will do.’ You note to yourself, gazing at the variety of white, red, and pink planted roses; some half-bloomed, some yet to grow and others wilted from a lack of proper sunlight in the winter.

“Spring can’t kick in fast enough,” you sigh to yourself, frowning at the potted red roses you planted yourself, almost completely wilted now.

You run your hands through the petals of a growing set of planted red roses before you take the pot of wilted ones, moving it over to the small round table by your easel.

Just before you’re about to set down the pot of roses, your eyes flicker over to the glass door of the greenhouse, noticing three tall, male figures walking outside in the estate’s gardens.

One of the figures you easily recognize; is your father, wearing a navy three-piece suit walking with whom you assume are two other guests, no doubt prestigious and wealthy judging by their black, three-piece, Italian silk suits.

From slight fog and droplets of rain clouding the glass walls and door of the greenhouse, the guests your father walks with appear mostly distorted to you as you’re unable to make out any faces.

Paying no attention to them, you set the roses down before taking a seat on your stool in front of your easel.

You clear your throat, inching your seat closer, and begin to prepare your paints on a little tray in front of you before you focus on tracing an outline of the roses onto your canvas to begin painting.

Don Emilio Barzini and his son, Emilio Barzini Jr. Are your father’s esteemed guests for today, visiting the Giordano family estate to discuss investments and private banking in detail.

The Barzini family was one of the first crime families in New York to invest in the Giordano family banks when your father first entered the business, and his relationship with the Barzinis blossomed from long-time allies and respected customer into a grandfathered friendship with due respect.

Your father, Francesco Giordano, recognizes well enough the power and influence a man such as Don Barzini has. Francesco knows Barzini is a man to be respected, a man who is known to be cunning and crude on whims, and a man who if relations sour through wrong actions, can also become a dangerous enemy.

It’s always been in your family’s best interests to keep on good terms with all of your clients, but particularly the most wealthy and powerful mafiosi without being involved in any mafia business yourselves for the sake of your family.

Today marks the first time Don Barzini is touring the back of your family estate, taking in the splendor of the carefully curated gardens, gazebo, and private pool that finished its recent construction this year, and an even rarer occasion marked by Emilio Jr. Accompanying his father as well.

Emilio Jr. Is now fully engrossed in the Barzini family business himself, directly learning from his father and beginning to forge the same business relationships for succession shortly.

You've met both Don Barzini and his son years prior, but you’ve never spent enough time with either of them neither personally nor formally to get to know them. Considering their mafiosi, you believe that as a nurse and not a mafiosa, there’s nothing you can offer to either of these men unless they come to you visibly sick or injured.

You’re nothing if not kind and welcoming to all guests—including your family’s business partners—but you’ve never paid mafiosi special attention. You’ve never had to, thus far.

Your father remains close to the door of the greenhouse, speaking to Don Barzini. “There is nothing more important,” he says, patting Barzini’s hands in his, “than our continued partnership and friendship.”

“Indeed,” Barzini smiles back, amused. “I trust none other with the investments and wealth of my family. You know this.”

Emilio’s eyes linger over your back through the greenhouse walls, only half paying attention to his and your father’s conversation in front of him.

You haven’t had a chance to approach the Barzinis to welcome them today as you were never told they were coming, but you have no intention of stopping your painting mid-way from rushing out and greeting mafiosi.

Although you remain a distorted figure of sorts behind the greenhouse glass walls to Emilio Jr. it mildly disgruntles him to be unable to make out your full figure, he knows it's you.

It’s much to Emilio Jr.’s surprise that he catches your father then offering, “Have I not given you a grand tour of our greenhouse yet, Don Barzini? Oh, please, allow me. It’s finally completed its construction alongside our gardens this year, just as my family envisioned it to be.”

“Gladly,” Don Barzini chuckles, “you’ve already impressed me above all others I’ve seen.”

The three men enter the greenhouse as you begin to slowly use a crimson shade of red paint to encapsulate the less wilted, vibrant colors of a rose petal on your canvas.

You hear the door to the greenhouse open and close, sighing quietly to yourself as you force yourself to focus on the canvas until you simply are unable to.

You know and respect that your father doesn’t have much of a choice when it comes to entertaining his mafiosi guests and touring around the estate, but it does make you uncomfortable when his guests choose to interrupt your personal and hobby time—particularly the chatty Don Barzini’s son, Emilio Jr...

You hear a brief conversation about the final renovations and construction of the greenhouse from your father and Don Barzini, as well as mentions about the sections the greenhouse has been separated into to organize flowers from herbs and fruits before their footsteps grow louder and you’re in plain sight of all three men.

“My daughter, Gabriella,” your father beams proudly at the sight of you. “The greenhouse is often her muse when it comes to her paintings.”

“The beautiful Gabriella Giordano,” Don Barzini remarks, glancing at you, then your painting.

Emilio Jr. quietly stands in awe, gazing at your beauty as you turn around and look at Don Barzini with respect.

“Don Barzini,” you’re quick to set your paints down and carefully rise from your seat to greet him. “Welcome. Forgive me, I didn’t know you’d be visiting us today.”

Don Barzini chuckles, taking no offense. “Ah Gabriella, how are you, sweetheart?” He gives you a light kiss on both cheeks. “No disrespect done, it’s good to see you again.”

“Thank you, Don Barzini.” you smile politely. “Likewise. I’ve been well.” 

Emilio Jr.’s eyes wander over your dress and body inconspicuously, admiring your curves and how the fabric of your clothes hugs your figure.

It’s no surprise to him nor his father how powerfully attracted Emilio Jr. Is to you as you remain the epitome of his type in women; a beautiful, young woman from a prestigious family that built itself from nothing getting closer to the top, mingling with families like his—not to mention a woman who built her own pathway with a career at that.

“Gabriella,” Emilio Jr. Speaks out, your name sounding like a rich wine over his tongue,

“Hello,” you turn to face Don Barzini’s son; no shred of affection or attraction shared towards him whatsoever.

It’s not that you find Emilio Jr. Unattractive, as he’s very much a conventionally attractive, Sicilian young man with medium-length, clipped, dark hair just past his earlobe, parted to the left, slicked and gelled back neatly wearing a sultry cologne, bright charming smile with dark, dreamy eyes, but nothing in your heart speaks to him.

When it comes to Emilio Jr., it’s always been a “no” from you, and there’s nothing more to go off on that.

“Don Barzini and young Emilio are touring the grounds with us today, sweetheart,” your father says with a proud smile. “I just hope we haven’t interrupted your painting.”

“Nonsense,” you tell your father, very much speaking to him directly. “Please,” you smile back at Don Barzini and Emilio Jr., “make yourselves comfortable.”

With that, you turn back around and return to your easel, hearing Don Barzini and your father begin to make their way further into the greenhouse, spiking up another conversation.

You don’t notice that Emilio Jr. Decides to linger behind quietly, not following your father and his but rather remaining back to watch you from a distance as you pick up your paints and try to focus on where you left off.

Swirling your brush into the scarlet red paint again, you slowly begin to paint away at the easel.

Emilio Jr. watches your mastery in awe, wishing to be able to watch you paint all day just to watch your delicate, yet slow and precise movements—painting with such ease as if it’s second nature to you. Your talent mesmerizes Emilio Jr., as does the rest of you.

You’re aware the three men are rather close to you in proximity in the greenhouse, but you pay no attention to them or any other potential distractions as you remain engrossed in your art.

It’s when Emilio Jr. Begins to directly approach you that you become startled, hearing him say in a low, whispering voice, “Something tells me this is more than just a hobby to you.”

You gasp out quietly, dropping the small container of red paint you held free in your hand to the ground, spilling half like a bloody splatter over the floor. “Oh!”

“Oh God, I’m so sorry,” Emilio Jr. blinks, taken back as he quickly attempts to kneel to scoop up the container of paint.

You’re faster, leaning over to grab the container first but manage to spill more red paint over your hands as you get it away from Emilio Jr’s. Grasp.

You let out a small sigh of relief, noticing quite a bit of paint still left in the container and that at the very least it didn’t splatter on you, your easel, or let alone Emilio Jr.’s thousand-dollar, silk suit.

You both gaze at each other, out of breath, hearts racing.

Emilio Jr. Chuckles sheepishly, shaking his head. “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s alright,” you glance down at the red mess staining all over your hands as you set the paint container down. “It cleans off easily.”

“And your hands?” Emilio Jr. Frowns, becoming genuinely concerned.

“That too,” you frown, looking at the palm of your hands as if you committed a murder; bloody red reaching your wrists.

“I commend you for using high-quality paint...” Emilio notices the brand name on some of the small paint tubes around you. “But my apology isn’t enough. I’ll have replacements sent to you later this afternoon.”

Your eyes widen at the thought of receiving any sort of gift from the Barzini family. “No, no, please, I couldn’t--”

“I insist,” Emilio Jr. Smiles back at you, taking your hands into his suddenly.

Stunned, you glance down at your hands to see the red paint smearing onto Emilio Jr’s willingly; your cheeks stinging red from surprise.

“Let me make it up to you,” Emilio Jr. Coaxes.

“If you insist,” you avoid eye contact with him.

“You’re a master of your craft, it’s the least I can do.” To his regret, Emilio Jr. Slowly lets go of your hands. “I want to buy this painting from you.”

“This?” Stunned, you glance back at your easel, utterly confused by what Emilio Jr. Is trying to get at.

Your painting of a set of wilted roses is nothing if not simple, but rather mediocre in your eyes. Your only idea was to practice painting flowers and nothing more; why would the son of a wealthy Don want this of all things from you?

“Of course,” Emilio Jr. Chuckles, “this is already making itself out to be a beautiful portrait. Does that surprise you?”

You give him a small smile. “I’m my biggest critic. It doesn’t make sense to me. It’s...” You frown at the rose portrait, barely close to completion. “It’s just a little practice on painting florals. Nothing I wanted to keep.”

“It makes sense to me. Practice or not, it’s your artwork and it’s beautiful.”

“You can have it,” you won’t object, a little flattered that Emilio Jr. Appreciates your artwork despite having only seen it once. “I won’t deny a lover of art his painting.”

“You understand me,” Emilio grins. “And that goes for any of your paintings, you know? I would love to see more of them sometime. Perhaps you’d give me a private showing?”

“I don’t know if--”

“Please, I insist.”

Current day, March 1939, Corleone Estate.

“Believe me, I insist,” Sonny says to you; the same words, similar persuasion, charming smile over his lips wanting to give you a tour of his family estate having just met you, but it’s different.

‘Why is it different?’ A moment of realization flickers through you.

Why is it different for you now, having another son of yet another powerful Don, again the eldest, again the future successor, the enforcer whom you just met, make you feel so comfortable and so safe already when you’ve just met him?

How do you already feel so at ease as opposed to how you felt in your own home’s greenhouse next to Emilio Jr. When you have known him for much longer?

You can’t explain it to yourself nor can you think of it in the moment; it’s not Emilio Jr. Whose on your mind for the time being.

There’s no uneasiness surrounding you and Sonny; something just feels right inside of you, and Sonnys easygoing, playful personality towards you only provides further relief.

“I won’t get lost?” You teasingly ask, beginning to follow Sonny through the foyer of the estate.

Sonny chuckles, glancing at you as he leads you through. “Well, what do you want to do?”

Both of you crack a smile at one another.

“I gotta make this as boring for you as possible, ya know. But I do wanna give you a warm welcome,” Sonny extends out both of his arms, gesturing to each side of his Tudor-style estate interior that is the home of the Corleone family. “Five bedrooms, seven bathrooms. Impressed?”

“Were you a real estate agent in your past life?” You giggle, causing Sonny to burst out in laughter with you.

“Maybe,” Sonny grins, “jack of all trades, you could say.”

“Great,” laughing, you continue, “I heard there’s a grand library, maybe?”

“You heard right, come on. I’ll show you the study.” Gesturing for you to follow close, Sonny begins to lead you up the mahogany, spiral staircase. “Something tells me that’s your favorite room in a house already.”

“I won’t deny that,” blushing a little, you follow Sonny down the hallway and to double French doors leading into a spacious, quiet, and dimly lit study where you can barely make out a square inch of the wall from the bookshelves holding hundreds of books.

Two study desks are placed at a distance from one another in the room with a plush, fur carpet in the middle, two leather armchairs and a beige, tweed couch on the other end of the room.

“I don’t spend as much time in here as I should,” Sonny admits sheepishly. “Almost a little too quiet in here, y’know?”

“Not to your liking?” You ask, peeking around the study curiously.

“I like having someone around.”

“That does sound nice,” the blush deepens on your cheeks.

“You a bookworm of any sort?” Sonny walks towards the bookshelves, albeit not very interested in the surroundings of the study or anything it has to offer him.

“I’m a painter,” you smile shyly.

Sonny blinks in surprise, turning back to face you. “You’re an artist, hey?”

“Something like that,” you meet his gaze.

“So...” Sonny chuckles, gesturing around the study aimlessly. “We gotta get you a private room where you have all the space and painting tools you need, right? No use for all these books.”

“Maybe not,” you’re intrigued even by such a forward suggestion from Sonny as you move to politely sit down on the couch across from him. “Funny enough, the greenhouse has always been my place of choice to point.”

“I know where to take you on a tour next then, don’t I?” Sonny smirks. “Interesting stuff. Never met an artist before. What do you paint?”

“A little bit of everything.” You’re flattered to pick up on Sonny’s genuine interest in your hobby, easily being able to tell by his tone of voice and body language that he isn’t just forcing small talk to get to another point. “I like still life portraits the best, but I also adore Renaissance artwork so I do similar style portraits. Anything. I love all kinds of painting and artwork, it’s calming.”

“Right,” Sonny nods slowly. “A lot of chaos around? It must be nice to unwind in a hobby like that.”

“There’s always something happening,” you frown, only able to think of the recent mob wars between the families of New York and their lasting, heated impacts and tensions just to mention a few. “If you know what I mean.”

“Believe me, I understand,” Sonny mumbles, slumping down in one of the leather armchairs closest to you.

“It can be a lot to handle, but it’s not exactly an escape for me.” You continue, “Making art is something I’ve always loved to do.”

“Glad to hear it,” Sonny tilts his head to the side, raking a hand through his brunette curls. “And you’re more well-informed than I thought.”

You pause for a moment, locking eyes with Sonny.

This is Don Vito Corleone’s eldest son, his successor, and very much an active mafioso. If anyone knows anything, it’s him.

‘Is he prodding me for information?’

“You or me?” You counter.

Sonny’s eyes widen a little, his curiosity towards you fully peaking. “You know who I am?”

“I know more than you think.”

“But I don’t know much about you,” a sly grin begins to form on the corners of Sonny’slips. “How’s that fair, Miss Giordano?”

“What do you want to  know about me?” You flush a shade of scarlet, clasping your legs tighter together.

“To be honest? Everything. We can start there,” Sonny purses his lips, licking over them.

“I’ll be here for a very long time then,” you tease back.

“I have time,” he states.

“Don Corleone’s son is never too preoccupied?” A little thrill rushes through you at the back and forth you find yourself engaged in with Sonny.

“I can make time,” he winks. “I want to see you again if you’re willing. It’s refreshing to talk to a girl like you, and we just met.”

“Right...” You blush deeply, nibbling on your bottom lip. “Likewise. We can do that.”

“I’ll talk to your father. He’s no stranger to me, but you and I haven’t had a proper chance to meet until now.” Sonny begins to slowly rise from his seat. “Our families are close, you know. We respect one another. I hope ya know you’re always welcome here.”

‘And why don’t I feel uneasy around this mafioso now?’

“I’m flattered,” you also begin to get up from the couch.

“You should be,” Sonny maintains a respectful distance from you—something Emilio Jr. sorely lacked. “How about I take you down to our greenhouse? See if it’s worthy of hosting a painter?”

“I like the sound of that,” nodding eagerly, you begin to follow Sonny out of the study and back down the hallway.

“I’ll give you a tour to the Corleone Mall too sometime if my Pops and yours don’t beat us to it. We just finished building up the place in Long Beach. I know your Pops have been there a few times while it was still under construction,” Sonny leads you back down the spiral staircase. “A little out of the way—like an hour—but worth the trip now. A lot of residential, good security, gated community, now for the family.” He suddenly switches up the topic, “You had the misfortune of meeting any of my brothers yet?”

“Misfortune?” You hold back a laugh as you’re both back down in the foyer.

“Let’s put it that way,” Sonny chuckles.

“I’ve met Tom recently,” you nod. “Tom Hagen.”

“Yeah, Tom and I go a long way back. The first friend I ever had. Played out there in the streets of Hell's Kitchen growing up. He’s German Irish. His family was uhhh...” Sonny shrugs his shoulders loosely, beginning to lead you out through the back door. “Not doing so well, let’s say. I’m sure Tom will tell you all about it sometime.”

“Oh,” you frown, stepping outside as Sonny holds open the door for you.

“I saw his folks sometimes when we played outside. His dad was a carpenter or something, I think, but man...” Sonny shakes his head, “he drank and he drank. I like my whiskey and anisette, but the violence in that man when he had liquor in his mouth was something else. He beat his own kid black and blue, just like that.”

Sonny stuffs both hands into the pockets of his dress trousers, leading you out to the greenhouse. “He was eleven at the time, I think. Yeah, eleven. And I saw his ma, she had a real nasty eye infection. She went blind from it, and it wasn’t long till we didn’t see her around anymore but she gave Tom the same infection too. I was worried for him. I knew he didn’t have the money or means to treat it.”

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” you mumble, clasping your hands together.

“Everything started to go to shit after that,” Sonny continues the story, “his dad wasn’t the same. He wasn’t the violent type anymore to others like his own son but he started to take it out on himself. Drank himself to death after the funeral. Tom told me one day when we were playin’ that some funny-looking business people were wanting to take him and his sister away. I didn’t even know he had a sister.”

“Social services?” You raise a brow.

“Yeah,” Sonny nods, stopping by the greenhouse door with you. “So they got sent to some orphanage, and I didn’t see Tom for a few weeks. I thought that was it, y’know. Then some week later, I saw him back on the streets. He told me ran off from the orphanage.”

“But he left his sister back there?”

“Nah, it’s nothing like that,” Sonny shakes his head. “Some couple adopted her, but not him. Assholes,” he scowls, “they knew she had a little brother and chose to separate them anyway. Tom didn’t trust anyone after that—I mean, how could he, right? He didn’t even trust me,” Sonny takes a hand out of his pocket, pointing at his chest. “Just the streets. Took me over a year to persuade him to come stay with us. I talked to Pop and told him everything that happened down to the kid’s eye infection. Pop didn’t wanna disrespect Tom’s background and family you see, but he adopted him. Saw him as a real son. And Tom’s a real brother to me, so there’s that.”

“Wow,” a small smile begins to form over your lips. “You wanted to take him as your brother?”

“Of course. He was always a brother to me, we just didn’t live together at that time.”

“That’s so sweet,” you beam as Sonny opens the greenhouse door, letting you both in so distracted and engrossed in each other’s conversation that both of you already forgot this is supposed to be a greenhouse tour.

“What came of the eye infection?” The curious nurse in you asks as both of you stand before each other, talking.

“My father hired a private doctor to operate on it. Tom healed up well after that,” Sonny explains.

“I’m glad. Most eye infections are treatable, even the ones that led to blindness like his poor mother, as contagious as they are. I wonder if it was keratitis or trachoma.”

Sonny stares at you in awe, like a child seeing Christmas tree lights for the first time—bewildered and intrigued.

“What?”

“How would you know all that? You a doctor?” The grin on his mouth becomes contagious.

“I’m a nurse,” you giggle.

“You’re a nurse,” Sonny repeats. “Wow. Just what else are you, Miss Gabriella? So you don’t give me any more big surprises like this.”

“We just met, you have to go easy on yourself,” you laugh softly.

“Do I?” Sonny chuckles. “Y’know I’m used to seeing private doctors shuffle in and outta here, take care of Pops or one of us without saying much—just shoving medical stuff in your face but this is different. A good different.”

‘She’s incredible,’ Sonny thinks to himself, fascinated by you.

“You’re too sweet,” you say back as both of you remain quiet for a moment, smiling at one another.

“Ah,” Sonny blinks, awkwardly looking around the greenhouse. He knows he’s brought you here for a reason, but easily gets distracted by your eyes and smile. “Oh, sorry, the tour--”

“It’s beautiful here, thank you for showing me.”

“Not much of a grand tour, but it’s something. You garden too, or?”

“I like to give it a try here and there, but I’m not sure if I can call myself a green thumb,” you tell him.

“Well, I am not,” Sonny glances around the various plants around him. “I can count on one hand how many times I’ve been in here.”

“Really?’

“But if you plan on coming to visit more often, that can change,” Sonny sneaks in a flirty comment.

“I’ll take you up on that,” you nod happily.

Patrolling the vicinity of the Corleone estate at this hour for security are Clemenza and Tessio’s men, as well as the two men together, making their way around the back of the greenhouse.

Clemenza and Tessio’s movements are slower and linger nearby the greenhouse as they notice both of you inside, staying out of your sights.

Tessio chuckles, smoothening out his suit jacket. “There he goes again, Santino... One new lady at a time.”

Clemenza stares through the glass of the greenhouse walls more intently, trying to study your features. “This is not looking good.”

“Hmm? Why’s that?” Tessio’s attention perks up.

“Not just a new lady,” Clemenza murmurs, shaking his head. “You see who that is?”

Tessio turns his head to look through the glass, trying not to catch you or Sonny’s gaze as inconspicuously as possible.

“Oh,” Tessio blinks, “that’s...”

“Francesco Giordano’s daughter,” Clemenza sighs deeply. “Santino. What’s he getting himself into this time?”

“This is a scandal waiting to happen,” Tessio can hardly keep his laughter contained. “What do you think? They’re seeing each other?”

“I don’t know,” Clemenza grumbles, turning away. “But the Don told me to keep an eye on Sonny. Y’know, last week he could barely get his hands off of Ms. Mancini in front of everybody. Now he’s got a private banker’s daughter in the greenhouse?”

“Relax, old man.” Tessio pats Clemenza’s shoulder reassuringly. “We don’t even know what’s going on with those two just yet, and Don doesn’t trust his son?”

“Not like that,” Clemenza replies, pursing his lips. “But y’know how Sonny can be. He’s too hotheaded, too quick to act. Too promiscuous for his good if you ask me, but something like this won’t simply blow over if it gets out.”

“Ah,” Tessio nods. “The Don will want to hear about it.”

“I don’t know if he’ll be surprised anymore. I just wish Sonny would settle down already,” Clemenza crosses his arms. “Settle down for good, y’know? Get married, and have a family. It would be good for him.”

“Give him time,” Tessio tells Clemenza, “this could be a good thing. We can’t get too involved and even the Don knows he can’t rush his own son when it comes to the ladies he brings around. We just gotta keep a good eye on him here and there.”

“Gabriella Giordano is a very, very different story altogether,” Clemenza nods slowly. “Believe me when I say this, but... Telling the Don will be for Sonny’s good.”

[corleonecaretaker]

Santino humping Michael's thigh hard, like he's such a bitch for it, he cries when he comes in his pants

(I just like to imagine Santino being a slut all the time... and him humping a thigh has been on my mind for so long, I'm going insane)

Uhh yeah just thought I'd share this thought with you :]

Hehehe, this is so Santino. I love that these two work as any combination of dom and sub. Thank you for the ask!!

Also, for new people: I'm writing these two as if the Corleone family was forced to join the High Table and serve Santino D'Antonio, who is in charge of the Camorra's US operations.

Urgent Business

Michael Corleone x Santino D'Antonio, AKA SaintAngel (John Wick Fandom Crossover), 926 words

TW: smut, biting, crying, what could be interpreted as stalking

It hadn’t been so long since they’d seen each other. But to Santino, it had been an eternity. Two months. Two months of hell in New York, trying to balance Michael’s demands with his family’s expectations, without revealing that he favored the Corleones. Why did he always feel like he was the one working for the Don instead of the other way around? He was wrapped around Michael’s finger, and he had to admit he liked it.

But he couldn’t take the loneliness anymore. A few long distance calls, panting desperately into the receiver to the sounds of Michael’s dirty talk, simply wasn’t enough. In February, he showed up unannounced in Nevada.

Michael entered his study that evening and froze, a hand still on the doorknob. “How did you get past the guards?”

“I had ‘urgent business’ with you. They know better than to refuse a representative from the Table.” Santino was sitting at his desk, wearing a smug grin.

Michael clicked the door shut and frowned. Any trace being caught off guard had already vanished. “Hmmm. And what business would that be, exactly?”

He toyed with Michael’s pen, spinning it between his fingers. “Don’t I deserve a reward, for everything I’ve being doing for you?”

The answer wasn’t immediate. Michael took his time, leaning against the wall to light a cigarette. Santino watched the movement of his lips gripping the paper lazily, the smooth, unhurried motions of the lighter. At last Michael returned his gaze, eyeing him, calculating. “You don’t deserve a reward for breaking into my study.” When Santino opened his mouth to protest, he raised a finger. “Yes, yes, not breaking in. You were allowed right in the door. But it’s the behavior of a sex-starved stalker, wouldn’t you agree?”

Santino flushed and stood up. “Whose fault is that, Mikey? You haven’t visited me,” he whined. Michael made no reply, didn’t even look at him. He just looked out the window at the setting sun.

Fine. Time to get his attention, then. This was the way their little games always went. Santino circled around the desk to drape himself over Michael’s chest, inhaling his smoke and nuzzling against his neck in an effort to distract him. But it was Santino who was getting hot and bothered. “You can’t tell me I’ve come all this way for nothing,” he panted, inches from Michael’s lips.

A small sigh. “This is what happens when you come into my home without permission, Santi. You don’t get to cum in me.”

An indignant whimper escaped his throat. The Don’s body was intoxicatingly close to him now, right within reach yet so far away. Desperate for relief, Santino wove their legs through each other, straddling his thigh. Pleading and promises fell from his lips unbidden. “Please, ah fuck…Michael, I need it. Please, you can’t do this to me. I’ll make it the best you’ve ever had. You can do anything to me. Choke me, bite me, ride me until I bleed, I don’t care. I’ve been sitting here all day, thinking about you…”

Michael chuckled. “You’re really that horny? Well, help yourself then. I’m not going to help you.” He took another drag, feigning disinterest and looking out the window again. But his hand was on the small of Santino’s back, supporting him.

That touch alone was enough to drive him crazy. It was completely undignified, but he didn’t care. He just started grinding against the Don’s thigh, grateful even for that little friction. “Bastard,” he swore breathlessly. “Look what you’ve done to me.” He squeezed his thighs against Michael’s, gripping solid muscle. Maybe it was his imagination, but it seemed like Michael shifted his knee upward, angling into it.

“Mmm…please, kiss me Mikey. Please.” He strained towards Michael’s lips but two fingers pressed against his own, pushing him back. He growled in frustration and retaliated by taking them into his mouth, sucking on them vigorously. Maybe he could get close like this…but in another moment they were pulled away again, producing another whine.

Santino was getting to be a real mess. Sweat beaded against his collar and tears were forming in his eyes. “Fuck! No…I need to cum so bad…”

“Fine then. Show me how much.”

Santino moaned and humped faster, heedless of the way the fabric burned and strained against his oversensitive cock. The humiliation of the whole thing started to overwhelm him. The agony of those lips so close to his, those blank eyes fixed on Santino’s burning cheeks. And the rhythm that felt so good but so filthy. He realized he really was going to cum in his pants like a dog humping his master’s leg, but he couldn’t seem to stop. His own legs started shaking and he nearly slid sideways but Michael held him in place, letting him rut as hard as he wanted.

Michael must have felt the change in his motions, because he clamped a hand over Santino’s mouth before he could moan too loudly. Santino bit down on the flesh without thinking, but it didn’t stop him from sobbing through his orgasm.

When his senses started to return, he realized he tasted iron.

“Fuck…I bit you…” he said brokenly, still gasping.

But their little game was over, and that gentle, strong hand just caressed his cheeks, wiping away tears. “It’s okay.” Michael guided him to the chair and pulled him into his lap, holding him.

Only then did Santino feel his tiredness. Perhaps Michael had needed him just as badly. “I missed you,” Don Corleone said softly, into his curls. “Thank you for coming.”

[melis-writes]

Mafia Wife [Sonny Corleone x Reader Multichapter, 18+ Smut] Chapter 1 – La Famiglia Giordano.

Read on AO3 / Chapter Masterlist.

18+, explicit smut read.

“You wanted to name our first-born daughter Gabriella.” / “You’re Gabriella, aren’t you?”

“The underboss’s wife”; that’s who you are, and the whispers of enemies, family and colleagues alike know it too. You’re no stranger to the underworld of crime surrounding you including the one run by the Corleone family’s underboss; Santino Corleone. The streets run red with blood and brutality under Santino’s influence but it’s Santino who feels hit by the thunderbolt at the very sight of you—pushing away his womanizing and notorious unfaithfulness. You unexpectedly find yourself in a position of power balancing your marriage with the fate of the Corleone’s family’s future whether it be through Santino’s infamous brutality or the love he finds amidst the man he claims to be.

[WARNINGS]: Mentions of violence & death / Alcohol use / Pregnancy / Childbirth.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE]: The very first chapter of my Sonny Corleone x Reader fic is FINALLY here!! 🥰✨ Thank you guys SO much for all of the endless support and love this fic received when it was just an idea and barely typed out! I'm so glad to finally have it up. By far the most exhausting and longest part of the fic process is planning a brand new one for me, and I had definitely been much busier than usual when planning out/writing this fic which is why it took so long to write. I had to give something for the Santino girlies as I'm one myself!! 👀❤️ Please read ALL of the tags on this fic on AO3 before diving into the chapters as it'll give you a good understanding as to what the entire fic and chapters will be like. This goes for ALL fics I write! The tags are there for a reason. This fic is also 18+ only, just like all of my other works forever and always. This is meant for adults to read only. ✋🏻

Chapter 1: La Famiglia Giordano.

[ Barzini Family Estate, 1948 ]

“Nobody wants another war,” Don Barzini states, watching the ice soaking in his glass of whiskey. “Nobody wanted another war; isn’t that how it always goes?”

Don Tattaglia gives his head a shake, relaxing in the leather armchair he sits across from Barzini. “We have Sollozzo to thank for all of that.”

Having an otherwise civil discussion between two closely allied business partners and old friends, the bond Don Barzini and Don Tattaglia’s family share has been stronger than ever since Sollozzo. 

Despite successfully allying together against the Corleones throughout the Five Families War and coming together for talk over business, neither Barzini nor Tattaglia can ignore the air of tension that’s formed between them now. 

Barzini can easily tell Tattaglia is unnerved as he sips his whiskey again, savoring the smokey notes of the liquid over his tongue while noticing how Tattaglia is nearly chugging back his drink.

“You’re tense,” Barzini comments, somewhat surprised by Tattaglia’s behavior. “Are you going to tell me what’s on your mind or not?”

“How can I not be?” Tattaglia swallows down his drink. 

“You’re looking at all of this the wrong way, my friend,” Barzini gives a reassuring smile. “You’re on the winning side. The Godfather has no leverage over either of our families or—”

“Vito Corleone isn’t my concern,” Tattaglia interrupts.

“Hmm,” Barzini pauses, taking a sip of his drink again. “Then that’s a first.”

“It’s his son,” Tattaglia adds.

“Which one?” Barzini rolls his eyes. “They’re all equally useless in their own ways.”

Tattalia opens his mouth to answer before pausing for a moment; a look of absolute defeat crosses his expression, forming into regret, then helplessness. “Does the name ‘Gabriella’ ring a bell to you?”

Barzini raises a curious brow. “Maybe. Should it? Does The Godfather have another daughter we don’t know about?”

“He has a daughter-in-law,” Tattaglia answers, “Gabriella Corleone. She’s the daughter of Francesco Giordano.”

Barzini tenses for a moment, no longer focusing on his whiskey. “I… I see.”

“You know Gabriella then?” Tattagia asks back.

“Not personally, but her name was spoken often in my household. Was,” Barzini emphasizes. 

Tattaglia sighs softly, giving his head a shake.

“Emilio wanted to marry her,” Barzini continues, mentioning his eldest son. “He spoke of Gabriella fondly and often, but she refused him and his advances. Now you’re telling me she’s part of the Corleone family?”

“Francesco did well hiding the news from us for the most part,” Tattaglia points out. “Everyone else must have known.”

“No, no,” Barzini shakes his head, refusing. “I don’t think of it in that way. Francesco is a dear friend. He doesn’t ‘hide’ things. He values the privacy he can give his family.”

“If you want to put it that way,” Tattaglia mumbles. “It’s none of our business, is it? She married Santino Corleone, the underboss.”

Barzini freezes in his seat, attempting to calm himself down internally as Tattaglia immediately picks up on Barzini’s shocked expression.

Tattaglia nods grimly, “do you know what you’ve done?”

“Don’t,” Barzini mutters softly, holding up his free hand. 

“She’s pregnant,” Tattaglia adds. “Do you even care? Do you know what’s going to happen now? To your investments? Your wealth? Your bank accounts with Giordano?”

Barzini suddenly lets go of his whiskey glass, watching as the glass shatters to pieces over the floor and the alcohol spills free onto the wood. 

Barzini covers his face with shame, feeling a knot of heavy emotions cause him to feel nauseous almost instantly with unimaginable guilt.

A heavy silence sits in the air between the two men for a minute as they ponder, having nothing else to say to each other. 

“I will apologize to Gabriella,” Barzini finally speaks, raising his head out of his hands.

“You can’t,” Tattaglia frowns. “You can’t do anything anymore.”

~

[ 1921 ]

“Gabriella… Little Gabriella.” You’re the first-born daughter in your family to four older brothers, and the eldest to your twin sister, born just forty minutes apart.

Although your mother went into labor knowing she’d welcome two children instead of one on June 19th, 1921, nothing could surpass the joy your mother and father felt when you were born.

Just as your four eldest brothers had been born, your mother gave birth to you and your twin sister Bella at home, surrounded by two Italian-American nurses from the community who had helped your mother through her previous deliveries.

Your parents weren’t sure what to expect when your mother realized she was pregnant with her fifth child since the last four children she gave birth to were all boys.

“Will it be another boy this time?” Your father chuckled and placed his hand over the top of your mother’s seven-month-old baby bump. “Perhaps two boys?”

“Oh, please,” your mother let out a laugh, “we have more than enough boys. I would love a daughter this time around. One boy and one girl, or twin girls even.”

“What a dream that would be,” your father grinned. “It seems like we’ve had all the luck in the world for having sons. No matter,” he leaned over, kissing your mother’s baby bump gently. “Boy or girl loved all the same. Spoiled like his or her other siblings. Only two this time…” He pulled away, looking up at your mother. “I can’t wait to meet them, darling.”

“Me too, sweetheart,” your mother blushed and laced both of her hands with your father’s. “Two more additions to the family. You know what I said when we first married? About baby names?”

“I do, mhmm,” your father nodded. “You wanted to name our first-born daughter Gabriella.”

“I do,” your mother smiled warmly. “I still do.”

“Of course. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. I still remember,” he gave your mother’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “I hope this time we get to meet little Gabriella.”

“I hope so too, my love.”

Even before you were born, you were loved. The idea of you was loved, your name was loved, and everything and anything you could be from birth to adulthood to old age was loved. 

Nothing compared to how overwhelmed with joy your mother felt when she smiled up weakly at you, tears in her eyes from excruciating contractions hitting her again and again to see and hear one of the nurses declare, “it’s a girl!”

Before your mother went back into labor to give birth to your twin sister forty minutes later, she held you in her arms and cooed to you through her tears of happiness. “Gabriella… Gabriella...”

She kissed your cheeks wet with tears as your father let you hold his finger with your tiny hand, looking down upon you with so much love and happiness.

You were born into this world loved and welcomed just as your siblings were, and just as you would always be. 

Your twin sister and you were born to the Giordano family; a family that came from money which was no secret nor meant to be one.

Your father, Francesco Giordano, better known as “Frankie” by his friends and business partners, was born in Sicily, but your grandparents had already been living in and had immigrated to New York.

Your father came from a lengthy family history of educated individuals; spanning seven generations of university graduates and had graduated from Columbia University himself in 1912.

Your mother, Rosa nee De Luca, who was born in Long Island, New York to Sicilian parents, had met your father in that same year. 

Having many connections or even just one to a crime family served to be the best for anyone’s interests, even those who didn’t want to get “involved” indirectly or directly, and then there are always individuals who wouldn’t mind the close ties with the mafia so as long as they stray from direct intervention or get too close, could always reap the benefits of work connections by having powerful friends in powerful places.

Your father and his family practiced the same mantra as many others; don’t get too close to the mafia to avoid getting burned, by maintaining a healthy business relationship and community friendliness.

Since the days of your great-grandfather, your father inherited the ownership of several small banks that his family had started; serving the local community and operating for middle-class families with day-to-day funds, support for home ownership, and loans.

The success of your father’s family business in banking was steady and promising, working out very well to attract a clientele of all kinds from the Italian-American community in particular.

Your father built his business connections where your grandfather left off but also started new ones with the Italian community in the neighborhood and area as well as being involved with all of the crime families himself, but with some more than others.

Everyone, including the mafia, knows Frankie Giordano to be an honest businessman who makes a living to feed his family. Your father also happens to be smart and witty about it too.

Frankie Giordano built a name for himself without feeding off of his father’s legacy and thus deepened the trust and bond the Giordano family already had with the mafia when it came to loans and money laundering.

One could say your father always went to the bank laughing, and the mafia made sure of that for the excellent service rendered by the Giordano banks. 

Your father also knew that his future wife—your mother—would benefit greatly from that, and thus so would all of his and her children.

Your father had no intention of keeping the truth and ties of his business affairs from you, your twin sister Bella, or any of your brothers for that matter. He would only wait to tell you all in due time when you’d be mature enough to understand and process it.

Even if in the future and all grown up none of you were remotely interested in the booming world of business and finance, you’d at least benefit immensely from inheritance and the steady flow of wealth and investments.

Your father’s closest business partners were that of the Corleone and Tattaglia families, although the Barzini’s were getting close enough to join the list too.

Your family is protected from conflicting interests and possible hostilities between rival families because your father’s business is legal, public and there’s mutual respect and understanding of what your family’s banks provide with respect grandfathered in. 

Despite Frankie Giordano’s wealth and success, your father was never the type of man to flaunt or brag—just maintaining his work ethic with dedication like none other; traits you would indeed inherit from him.

In many ways, your father would see a lot of himself in you as you grew older, such as the fact you too could see light at the end of every tunnel and that you also valued family and morals over money and power.

Such traits and beliefs made your father a true family man under times of turmoil and stress, and it also helped you understand the world around you better.

Your father married your mother, Rosa, in 1914 after almost two years of courtship with no intention to push or rush their relationship for the sake of tying the knot quickly.

Your mother comes from a family of wealthy socialites who built upon their wealth by investing and simply being connected to the right people. 

Your parents met each other through a social outing when your mother’s family became all the more interested in investing in Giordano family banks.

“It’s one thing to believe in something such as love at first sight. Love can be so fickle, but when it happens to you, it changes you completely,” your mother had once told you.

The wit and cunning your mother showed growing up as a young woman were learned from family members around her and would no doubt pass on to you as well.

Through your mother, you also discovered your passion and love for art and botany, whereas your twin sister Bella felt the same and was more connected to architecture, nature, and the outdoors. 

When your parents settled down and planned to have a family of their own, your brothers, you, and your sister would come from and be born into a family of love and respect that could never be unbound.

You knew from a very young age early on that your parents loved each other very much, and although all couples disagree and have their fights, you still can’t recall a single moment where you heard your parents raise their voices at each other in front of you, let alone fight or argue in front of you and your siblings either.

Growing up, all you knew is you loved and wished for the same peace and calm love your parents shared.

You don’t want to be “madly” in love; you want a peaceful and understanding love—the kind your mother and father share with each other with the kind of expectations they lived through and passed onto you.

Everything you’ve learned about love was through your parents, and it set your heart’s wants and needs as a young woman.

Your mother, who is not easily impressed by just anything, had taught you to be the same and explore your options with all things when you were a teenager.

“What pleases the eye once may not do so the second time. The world is filled with options. Your heart will know what’s best for you.”

While your mother was eighteen years old when she married your father, she gave birth to your eldest brother—Luca—in 1915.

Right up until your mother’s maternity leave, she was a private art teacher in New York City who specialized in teaching about painting; classical, renaissance, religious, and abstract. 

Your mother would not return back to teaching part-time until 1936 when your sister Bella and you were about fifteen years old and the family could easily sustain and take care of itself throughout the day.

Your mother also preferred to teach part-time instead of full-time before she began to have children because she preferred to spend most of her time with the grandchildren she welcomed over the years.

Coming up to 1939, you and your sister were eligible bachelorettes in your family alongside one bachelor brother—Giani—but it would be you, the most eligible bachelorette considering your circumstances and your sister’s traveling abroad that would not only bring you upon him—Santino Corleone—but the Corleone family and their history with the Giordano’s in due time.

[ 1920, Hell’s Kitchen, New York ]

“There will never be come a day—” Francesco says, sketching out the outline of a small olive branch over a scrap piece of paper in front of him, “where they outlaw this, my friend. Never. The olive? They could not,” your father admires his sketch, darkening the two olives he drew hanging on the branch. “The olive provides too much—it does too much. You buy it from Vito Corleone—Genco Olive Oil—” he smiles up at Vito who returns the warm expression, popping a black olive in his mouth from the small platter in front of them.

“And you use it in your cooking,” your father continues, taking an olive and putting it in his mouth. “It’s too versatile, too much of a need for the average family to outlaw.”

“I can’t see any Italian family without a bottle in their home,” Vito chuckles quietly.

“Exactly,” your father points out, reaching into the drawer beneath him for a moment.

Vito glances over curiously, watching as Francesco pulls out a concealed bottle of unopened Jack Daniel’s whiskey before setting it on the front counter in front of him.

“You don’t have to worry about the repercussions of buying a bottle or whole barrel of olive oil. This though,” your father taps the back of his fingernails against the bottle of alcohol. “Is a crime. This bottle here.”

Vito raises a curious brow; amusement twinkling in his eyes as to how nonchalantly your father pulled out a bottle of unopened whiskey.

“My father’s favorite drink served on ice. Bought and sold everywhere, now it’s illegal,” Francesco chuckles, shaking his head. “Now, buying and selling alcohol is illegal. Just like that.”

“They could never expect to stop everyone from doing so,” Vito chimes in.

“Exactly, my friend,” your father begins to open up the bottle, grabbing two small glasses from the cupboard beneath the front counter at which he and Vito sit. “They never can, but they know they never could. I don’t know how much longer this silliness will last, but,” Francesco begins to pour Vito and himself a glass of whiskey, “there’s plenty more of where this came from. No questions asked, no eyebrows raised.”

A curious look crosses Vito’s eyes as he takes his glass of whiskey before glancing down at it. Naturally, he immediately begins to wonder how many bottles Francesco has, where he got them from, how he got them, and where they’ll go.

“You are the most resourceful friend I know,” Vito comments, “do I need to ask?”

“You can,” your father replies, knowing, of course, Vito’s curiosity is only normal and expected, “if we can come to an agreement first, my friend.”

Your father was the first man to lend Vito Corleone money; give him his first full loan just by knowing his full name and without any interest.

Your father gave Vito a chance—one of his first chances—without even knowing it, and through such a chance came one lucrative business opportunity after another.

If your father and Vito were involved in something, then it meant there was plenty of money to be made under the table without asking questions and with no risk of getting caught.

Whether your father and Vito formally acknowledged it or not, they were a duo of sorts.

Your father trusted Vito while knowing Vito was indeed settling the roots of his one crime family just as the other mafia families in New York were.

Your father didn’t care about Vito’s involvement in crime or anything of the sort; your father was and is a banker by trade and name, and money always talked.

With prohibition starting in 1920 with a surplus of alcohol to be smuggled from your father’s contacts in Canada, there was nothing but profit to be made from the business for however long prohibition would last.

Securing and solidifying a strong friendship already, the prohibition era would make both your family and Vito’s very wealthy from the moment Vito smiled and shook your father’s hand in agreement, knowing all the same.

That was hardly the beginning of the Giordano and Corleone family’s friendship and ties with one another.

That same year, Vito Corleone would kill Don Fanucci.

Despite the concept being thought of by everyone who had the misfortune to know Fanucci, many didn’t believe Fanucci would be outright killed.

It was merely something men fantasized about to set themselves free of the financial obligations Fanucci put forward and fears they would be killed, extorted, go missing, or worse.

Taking Fanucci out was a fantasy, nobody could do it except for Vito Corleone.

If it was anyone your father had faith in to stand up to a brutish man like Fanucci, it was Vito Corleone, but your father also didn’t expect Vito to murder Fanucci the way he did and so soon.

On that fateful day, your father was closing up his main bank’s branch for the day; having put up the “closed” sign on the front door and lowered the blinds more than halfway down.

He had not yet locked the front door since he was up at the front anyway, and your father would be able to see anyone coming to approach the bank’s entrance before they could even think of trying the door.

At that time, your father was counting some of the spare change in one of the last drawers quietly, noting that it was 5:30 PM and rush hour had fully kicked in.

Humming quietly to himself, Francesco put the spare change in his pocket before closing up the cash register and locking it with his key.

Only for a moment did your father look up to see the faint figure of a passerby without paying too much attention to it.

In a few moments from now, Francesco would lock up the bank and head home; your mother was expecting him with a hot meal on the table and she was pregnant with you and your twin sister Bella at the time.

In a good mood and having enjoyed his work day, your father slowly began to stop humming upon hearing footsteps from that same figure grow closer to the bank’s front door.

Your father knew it wasn’t someone out strolling or wandering, but rather approaching the bank directly and standing in front of the door.

Your father kept his hand over his pistol carefully concealed underneath an old polishing rag on the front counter while watching the figure’s movements by the door.

It was then that Francesco noticed who the figure was, seeing no cause for panic or alarm.

It was Peter Clemenza, and he was revealing himself to your father to avoid a bullet in between the eyes at this hour.

Clemenza lifted up the “closed” sign in front of the door and peeked his head in; urgency in his eyes and beckoning with his hands to be let in.

Your father moved his hand away from the pistol and gestured for Clemenza to enter since the door wasn’t locked.

Sighing in relief, Clemenza quickly entered and shut the door behind him instantly, wasting no time.

Your father could easily tell Clemenza was alarmed but didn’t have a look on his face that spelled it was his problem.

Before your father could barely blink or open his mouth to ask Clemenza what was going on, Clemenza immediately stated, “Fanucci is dead.”

Your father stared back at him in shock, pausing for a moment to take everything in. “What? Dead?”

“Dead,” Clemenza confirms, locking the bank door and taking off his fedora. “I came over here as fast as I could to tell you.”

“Who else knows?” Francesco asked quietly.

“Roth, Genco, and Tessio so far,” Clemenza answered, catching his breath. “This is gonna send fuckin’ shockwaves throughout the neighborhood.”

“My God,” your father muttered under his breath, smoothening out the sides of his slicked-back hair. “And Vito? Does Vito know yet?”

Clemenza chuckles, shaking his head. “Who do you think did it, Frankie? Vito killed Fanucci. Shot that son of a bitch right in his own apartment. Don’t worry—“ He holds up a hand, “Vito handled everything.”

“Does he need anything?” Your father offered, stepping out from behind the front counter.

“Yeah, but I have a feeling you already know what,” Clemenza shrugged his shoulders. “That bastard Fanucci took half of our dime each and every time. He still dealt with your bank, right?”

“He has an account here,” Francesco nodded.

“Good,” Clemenza put his fedora back on, adjusting it. “Because everything in Fanucci’s account needs to all go to Vito now.”

It was true that Fanucci’s death, it now meant his money and assets held at the Giordano banks had to go somewhere, and your father couldn’t agree more to it going straight to Vito.

Fanucci had been stingy and extra hard on Vito over anyone, despite Vito being understanding and gentle to counter each and every time.

Still, Fanucci took hundreds of dollars worth of cuts from Vito’s pay every single time and still threatened to have him killed at the same time.

Francesco had no pity whatsoever towards Fanucci or his family, and if Vito was going to be the one taking back the money Fanucci stole from him and everyone else, then your father would agree to let it happen.

After all, Francesco knew Vito Corleone wasn’t the kind of man to take all that money and spend it on himself.

Vito proved your father’s beliefs about the security of Fanucci’s money and assets being transferred to Vito’s accounts when he saw for himself how Vito spread the money back into the Italian-American community and only taking the exact fair share that he kept track of since Fanucci began taking it.

Afterward, Francesco closed down Fanucci’s account at his bank and erased all existence and history of it, so if the police came around to ask questions, there wouldn’t be a single answer available.

Having Fanucci killed wasn’t something your father expected to happen in 1920—not while prohibition was still ongoing—and by Vito Corleone’s hand, nonetheless.

At the time, the only exciting news for Francesco Giordano was that he was expecting his wife to give birth to twin babies in the upcoming year.

~

In 1921, you and your twin sister Gabriella were born.

Your family did not live in stress due to any direct involvement in mafia affairs or had any fears to worry about what the mafia and those associated with its lifestyle of crime were doing.

Nothing stopped your family from continuing to live out their lives as normal, peaceful, and lawful with the police and government as many see fit despite what your father had known, seen, and been involved with in the past year.

Your father promised himself that he would never do or say anything to jeopardize the safety and happiness of his family nor put his family in any situation where they would live in fear and become potential targets to anyone or anything.

After all, your father had been expecting the birth of you and your baby sister—experiencing fatherhood all over again and surprisingly to two daughters this time.

Nothing else needed to get in the way of Francesco Giordano when he was welcoming two little babies to his family. Nothing to stress out his wife either and Francesco made certain of this.

It was on June 19th, 1921 that your mother, Rosa, went into labor in the comfort of her own home for six hours to give birth to you and your twin sister.

The same nurses who helped your mother give birth to your brothers were at your mother’s side again as your father also sat with her and held your mother’s hand for comfort—wiping the sweat off of her forehead and making soft conversation.

Everyone involved kept Rosa as comfortable as they best could, remaining vigilant in observation and getting Rosa anything she may need.

“Ti amo,” (I love you) your father whispered in your mother’s ear. “Sei una donna forte e ce la farai.” (You’re a strong woman and you’re going to get through this.)

Your mother’s strength thick and thin always had your father in awe, and your father never left your mother’s side throughout the six hours of tedious and agonizing labor.

Neither of your parents will ever forget the overwhelming joy and excitement they felt hearing the nurse announce, “it’s a girl!” for the first time as your mother gave birth to you.

Your mother smiled throughout her tears as she reached out to hold you and your father teared up too, seeing that he now had a baby daughter.

Sobbing from nothing but happiness and relief, your mother held your tiny self in her arms for a few moments before her body would prepare again to give birth to your twin sister Bella in the next forty minutes.

“Gabriella, Gabriella…” Your father cooed softly, attempting to soothe you as you cried out in your mother’s arms. “Welcome to the world, my beautiful girl.”

If it was a shock to have a daughter after giving birth to so many little boys, the ultimate surprise was your parents realizing that they were having two daughters.

So many happy tears and laughter were shared in that room, relief washing over everyone and the exhaustion of labor beginning to kick in.

Your family welcomed you and your twin sister Bella to the world in 1921, and your mother and father held both you and Bella in their arms, whispering promises that they would love and protect you both no matter what; that they’d do anything to give you and your siblings a good life.

Your eldest brother, Luca, who was five years old at the time was ecstatic, as were four-year-old Romeo, Casio, and little Giani to welcome two baby sisters.

Truly, it was one of the happiest moments of your mother and father’s lives.

~

In 1922 as you and Bella were just little babies growing up, one thing had become all the more apparent to all men who lived in Long Island—particularly the Italian community and the one in Hell’s Kitchen too.

Crime families at this time had bonded and grown stronger with all the more influence now. They were too powerful to be considered Fanucci wannabees as they could no longer be reckoned with alone.

Such power and influence amidst crime families brought business and organization, but that also meant rampant crime and fear even if it was not always noticeable.

One had to be careful dealing with crime families for whatever reasons since rivalry, although relatively uncommon at the time did exist and caused enough trouble.

Your father was only allied with and close friends with Vito and the Corleone family at the time, so no rivalry concerned him.

“Let me know if you need anything else, my friend,” Francesco said, patting Vito’s shoulder. “I can find a way to get funds to you in Sicily in less than two days if needed.”

“I will be fine, Frankie. Thank you,” Vito chuckled and smiled at your father. “I’m very grateful and appreciative for all the help you’ve provided my family and me.”

“You know I can say the same to you,” Francesco nodded back. “I’m too used to seeing you down these neighborhoods. You’ll be missed, Vito Corleone, but this trip is just what you need, isn’t it? For family and for peace.”

“Exactly,” Vito reaffirmed, “I won’t put it off longer than I need to. Don Ciccio is a withered old man now but he doesn’t deserve to die from something so merciful such as old age.”

“I agree,” Francesco replied. “He is a vile and sick man obsessed with power. He always has been. Maybe once he’s finally out of the picture, the rest of us can peacefully return to Sicily for a family trip as we wish to.”

“Many have said the same to me before,” Vito frowned. “I doubt Ciccio will remember me, but that is exactly what I will use to my advantage. It didn’t have to be this way, but…” Vito stroked his chin, “I lost my entire family to that foul man.”

“You don’t need to justify it to me or anyone else, Vito,” Francesco shook his head. “His death is in your hands now. You know I would come to aid you if I could. Either way, I support you.”

“I know you would, my friend, which is why we must part ways for now,” warmth flickered in Vito’s eyes. I can’t do this to you; you just had your little girls and they need their father with them more than ever.”

“So as long as they get to see their godfather soon again,” your father grinned. “Rosa is expecting you and Carmela all ready for dinner. Mrs. Corleone is expecting now too, is she not?”

“Indeed,” Vito beamed. “And we are taking little Michael to Sicily for this time on this trip.”

At that time, Carmela Corleone was pregnant with her first and only daughter, Constanzia.

“Ah, little Michael,” your father’s eyes lit up. “No naughtiness from the little man, I hope?”

“He’s a good, quiet young man,” Vito let out a soft laugh. “This trip will give him more stories to listen to about Sicily since he won’t remember it when he’s older.”

“Of course,” your father smiled, “just keep that fiery Santino by your side.”

“Carmela says the same,” Vito pointed out. “Don’t worry, I will. He’s a good boy too, I promise, although he could benefit from learning more manners.”

“Can’t we all?” Laughing, the two men shared a farewell hug.

“Be careful and be well, Vito,” your father cautioned. “Enemies may still be lurking in Sicily, looking for you, especially if you seek revenge.”

“It’ll be as if I wasn’t even there.”

~

[ 1939, Present Day ]

The first to welcome their first children into the Corleone family with Carmela and Vito Corleone excited to welcome a grandchild are Tom and Theresa Hagen; expecting their first baby early next year.

It’s no surprise that at first all eyes were on Santino—the eldest son of the Corleone family—to settle down and start a family first instead of Tom or anyone else, despite Tom being the same age—twenty three.

The only difference between the two men in terms of settling down to have a family was that Tom is in love with an investing in his love life and marriage with Theresa, an American woman, whereas Sonny hardly knows what “settling down” means.

It’s only in Sonny’s best interest to switch from one woman to another, a one nightstand again and again with no care as to how others may see Sonny to be very promiscuous with no shame or intent to stop sleeping around to even think about marrying someone.

Celebrating the baby shower for Tom and Theresa planned today, the nature of the event to both Tom and Theresa is private and intimate, hence their invitations only being sent out to the closest friends of the Corleone family.

Only the Giordano’s, Barzini’s and Cuneo’s are invited today with the vast majority of the women helping with the cooking back inside and the men upstairs in Don Corleone’s office.

Despite the family history with the Giordano’s, this is the first time you’re attending a Corleone family event and the very first time you’ll be visiting the Corleone estate.

Your father and brothers have visited the Corleone’s numerous times previously and know them better than any other business partner or friend, but neither you nor Bella have had the opportunity to yourselves.

Bella is more than halfway through her first semester at the Academy of Fine Arts in Vienna however, leaving you to be the only woman of the family next to your mother.

With the baby shower celebrations ongoing this afternoon in the courtyard of the Corleone estate to enjoy the fresh spring air and sun, men seeing Vito Corleone inside present Don Corleone with gifts meant for the expecting couple out of respect first.

Connie carefully balances one gift box over another by a table reserved just for baby shower gifts, making sure the presents don’t topple over one another from solely the sheer number of how many there are.

Arriving just five minutes after your father and brother, your chauffer passes clearance at the main gates of the Corleone estate before slowly beginning to park inside.

Your father and brothers have joined Barzini and Cuneo’s sons upstairs in Vito’s office where Sonny, Tom and Fredo also remain, but Michael—the youngest son of the Corleone family—is away at Dartmouth College for study.

Once the topic at hand ends in Vito’s office, Tom will come back out to the courtyard to thank and meet all the guests at the baby shower himself.

The rest of the men are not expected to in order to keep a low profile and spend as much time discussing business with Don Corleone as possible.

The only Corleone family member you know personally is Carmella and you’ve enjoyed every bit of time you’ve gotten to spend with her in the past when Carmela came to visit and bake desserts with you and your mother from time to time.

You know you’ll be meeting Theresa—the one expecting—and Connie Corleone as well for the first time.

“Benvenuti, miei cari!” (Welcome, my darlings!) Carmela happily blurts as she rushes down to the gates to greet you and your mother the moment you two step out of the vehicle.

“Carmela!” Your mother beams, pulling her into a warm hug. “Come stai dolcezza? È da parecchio tempo!” (How are you, honey? It’s been so long!)

“Yes, it has!” Carmela lets out a soft laugh before she cups your cheeks gently. “È passato tanto tempo perché guarda Gabriella! Adesso è diventata una bellissima giovane donna!” (It has been so long because look at Gabriella! She's all grown up now into a beautiful young woman!)

“Hi, Mama Corleone,” you giggle back, giving her a hug. “It’s so good to see you again.”

“And you as well, honey—mwah,” Carmela kisses both of your cheeks again, “she’s grown up to be such a beauty, hasn’t she?”

“Very much so,” your mother happily agrees. “And I’m excited for her to meet your girls!”

“As am I!” Carmela gestures excitedly, “come on in, ladies. All the men are already inside seeing Vito, I doubt they’ll even bother to come step out but in any case—that doesn’t matter. We’re all very excited for Theresa expecting her little one soon!”

“How far along is she?” You ask, walking into the Corleone estate grounds with your mother and Carmela.

“She’s about seven months pregnant now,” Carmela answers. “I can’t wait to introduce you to her. I know all you lovely ladies will get along just fine!”

Before you can say anything else, you step into the Corleone estate’s courtyard with Carmela and your mother to be hit with awe from the beauty of the estate surrounding you.

A gazebo stands in the further end of the courtyard with the manor itself built in a classic American style but with small details to Italian architecture.

The courtyard in which you stand in is surrounded by a blossoming garden, spotless and filled with ample enough space to host over four hundred people comfortably.

“So beautiful,” you murmur in surprise; momentarily turning back to see your chauffer placing the carefully wrapped giftboxes filled with the presents your mother and you chose for the baby shower by the table with the other gifts.

For your baby shower gift to Tom and Theresa, you picked out an abundance of cotton diapers, two bibs, three different pacifiers and a baby mat. 

As your mother and Mama Corleone are lost in conversation, you look up to see a heavily pregnant woman—Theresa—rise up from her seat at her table with  her hand over her baby bump.

Petite frame, blonde with bright eyes and American, Theresa’s eyes land on you as another woman approaches her by her side—a Sicilian—who looks like a striking combination of Carmela and Vito combined.

You assume this must be Connie—the only daughter of the Corleone family that your mother and Mama Corleone lead you up to now for introductions.

“Here is our lovely Theresa!” Carmela gestures to the pregnant young woman. “Seven months in with her little one already. Theresa, this is the daughter of my best friend, Gabriella. Her family is from Sicily too.”

“Hello,” Theresa shyly reaches out her hand to you. “It’s nice to meet you, Gabriella.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Theresa,” you give her a polite smile, shaking her hand back. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you!” Theresa’s eyes light up.

“And this is my daughter, Connie,” Carmela introduces Connie to you next, and you immediately notice Connie is much less shyer than her sister-in-law Theresa with a sparkle of excitement in her eyes from being introduced to you.

“Hi Gabriella,” Connie grins, “are you the only daughter in your family too?”

“Not exactly,” you let out a laugh, “I have a twin sister but she’s studying abroad.”

“Ah, lucky you! I’m the only sister,” Connie gives your hand a warm squeeze.

“I know what it’s like to grow up with many brothers around you, trust me,” you giggle back, knowing from what your mother told you that the Corleone’s are almost just as big of a family as yours and with many sons.

“Tell me about it,” Connie holds back her laughter and it immediately strikes you that Connie appears to be type of woman you can easily get along with and make the best of friends with her.

Just as warm, loving and trusting as Connie seems, you also can’t push past or ignore how you pick up an explainable kind of yearning sadness behind Connie’s eyes too.

Just as you’re thinking, Connie’s yearning to make a friend with someone like you and knowing she can easily be able to do so considering how close your families are; both of you around the same age and with familiar backgrounds.

Back inside Don Corleone’s office, greetings, congratulations and humble gift giving to Vito Corleone for Tom and Theresa’s baby shower has come to an end as Tom smiles to himself and keeps the stack of guests in the corner of Vito’s office and takes his seat again near his father.

A glass of richly aged bourbon is served for all of the men and Vito’s office door remains slightly ajar to help keep the air from getting stuffy from cigarette smoke.

“But the war,” Sonny begins, unamused, “it doesn’t mean too much for us, anyway.”

“Not at all,” your father says, shaking his head. “It’s a shame with all the bloodshed going on in Europe right now, but our interests remain the same and our assets here are protected.”

“We expect a prosperous new decade of us nonetheless,” Don Barzini adds.

“As do I,” Vito agrees. “One can only be concerned so much as to what strangers abroad are doing or how they risk their lives. We must work together so there’s no war between our families and only peace.”

“I have to say,” Tom speaks up, “to have no rivalry despite working with our families and their investments is impressive, Mr. Giordano.”

“I appreciate your praise, Tom,” Francesco gives Tom a polite smile. “In this line of work, I had to be a salesman and businessman. I hope our families can continue to be civil and work with one another. I know my wife enjoys the company of our family get-togethers and it would also be good for Gabriella as well, considering her sister is in Austria.”

“Ah, how is she?” Vito’s eyes light up in interest. “Enjoying her time abroad?”

“Indeed,” your father nods happily, “Bella is taking a varieties of courses on subjects in the arts, especially music and literature It’s good for her to broaden her horizons but I miss her, and I think Gabriella does too, of course.”

“Ah, very understandable,” Don Cuneo nods.

‘Gabriella?’ Sonny blinks, thinking to himself. ‘Who is she?’

“Michael is the same,” Vito gives his shoulders a shrug. “He is at Dartmouth now and I am proud of him for entering study in political science.”

“He doesn’t wish to follow in your footsteps, Vito?” Don Barzini smirks.

“He wants no involvement whatsoever,” Vito shakes his head. “Which is more than fine with me. Michael seeks a career in politics. I say sometimes American politics can be so foolish, but Michael can also be stubborn when he wants to. Nonetheless,” Vito places his hands down upon his desk, “I’m very proud of him.”

“Indecisive, perhaps?” Your father suggests.

“Nah,” Sonny interrupts, scoffing. “Michael wants to do everything and anything.”

“He is the youngest after all,” Tom chuckles quietly. “Then my sister Connie who is the youngest child of the family.”

“Ah, the lovely Connie,” Francesco smiles warmly, “of course. Michael is a bachelor, then?”

“All my sons are, except Tom,” Vito answers, somewhat unhappy about his answer. “Perhaps that will change, won’t it, Fredo?” Vito gives Fredo a gentle pat on the shoulder.

“Sure, Pop,” Fredo says back sheepishly.

“And Santino’s a different story,” Vito continues, gesturing to his eldest son.

“I dunno,” Sonny chuckles to himself, shrugging his shoulders. “Marriage isn’t really something on my mind just yet, you know.”

“Would you like to marry in the future, though?” Don Cuneo asks him.

“I do,” Sonny nods, “have some kids, a family—settle down, yeah. Why not? I just don’t think I got any opportunity to now but I’m not the kind of man who would push it all away.”

Vito nods, staring back down at his drink in hopes the conversation about Sonny being a bachelorette will change in the next few moments, for the sake of the Corleone family’s dignity.

Vito knows everyone else in the room is just as away of Sonny’s promiscuous behaviour and lifestyle as he is, after all.

~

Out in the courtyard with the ladies and you, most of the conversation continues with your mother, Theresa and Carmela, all giddy about Theresa’s pregnancy.

“Congratulations again, honey,” your mother tells Theresa, “how has it been for you so far? An easy pregnancy, I hope.”

“A little difficult, honestly,” Theresa admits, sheepishly. “It’s improving though.”

“It will for baby number two as well,” Carmela chimes in.

You turn back to Connie and smile, inviting a conversation of your own that she starts.

“Welcome, Gabriella,” Connie says to you, “it’s honestly nice to put a name to a face at last. Mama has told me a bit about you and your sister but we surprisingly never had the chance to meet.”

“I know,” you pout, “I wish we could have met one another much sooner. My twin sister is in Austria right now, actually, so she has no chance at all yet. You know, touring Western Europe when she feels up to an adventure. I’m not so lucky or adventurous though,” you laugh.

“Neither am I,” Connie admits, “it’s refreshing to meet someone like you. What’s Bella in Austria for?”

“Art school,” you reply, smoothening out your shirtwaist dress. “Art has always been a passion for Bella, mostly music, literature and art history.”

“Must run in the family then,” Connie beams at you, “mama told me both you and your mother are artists too.”

Flattered, you nod eagerly with a smile. “We’d like to say so! It runs within the ladies of the family. I adore fine art like sculpture and art history, but personally, it’s not my passion.”

“Applied arts then, maybe?” Connie offers, growing further interested in the conversation at hand.

“Something like that,” you ponder for a moment, “I prefer painting, like mama. I’ve always loved doing so.”

“Wow,” Connie murmurs to herself, “do you have any inspirations for making art?”

“Maybe not the answer you’re looking for—” you chuckle sheepishly, “but I’d honestly have to say emotions inspire me, and my environment. Even the weather—small things like that. Artists like Van Gogh and Monet also inspire me.”

“That’s amazing,” Connie brushes back a curtain of her dark hair behind her ear. “Mama had actually been telling me earlier about the private art school your mother teaches at and…I was honestly thinking about enrolling to get a feel for myself but I wasn’t entirely too sure.”

“Definitely go for it,” you can scarcely hide the enthusiasm in your tone. “Mama would be more than happy to guide you along the way too. I still attend when I have the time and you could too for passion or for credentials. There’s something for everyone.”

“Absolutely,” your mother chimes into the conversation. “I would love to show you around the school as well, Constanzia. Someday, Gabriella will have to show you her paintings.”

“I would like that very much,” Connie smiles back politely. “I can tell she’s very talented.”

“Thank you,” you blush.

“She’s a nurse by trade, did you know that?” Mama Corleone adds, causing both Theresa and Connie’s eyes to widen in surprise.

“I am,” you admit, noticing how proud your mother looks next to you. “Practice and passion versus hobbies and passion.”

“Wow,” Theresa breathes, “that’s wonderful. How do you like nursing, Gabriella?”

“So far, so good,” you giggle quietly. “I’m fairly new to the practice but I’ve been tending to some injured soldiers lately. It’s practical, and I’m excited to see where the career takes me.”

“A nurse at a baby shower, how nice!” Theresa gushes.

~

With business conversation endlessly continuing in Vito’s office, Sonny remains to be the only one itching to get out of his seat and at least take cigarette break from the stuffy talk he has no need to contribute too.

Then again, Sonny’s more obligated to listen and consider every word coming out of Vito’s mouth wisely due to being his father’s successor and having to expect the same business talks directed towards him someday.

“You can tell Luca,” Vito gestures to Sonny, grabbing his attention. “Give him a call and let him know, since he won’t listen to Tom anyway.”

Chuckles fill the room as Sonny gives a nod, sighing in relief under his breath and beginning to rise from his seat.

You’ve just stepped into the Corleone manor for a quick bathroom break after getting some much needed directions from Connie on how to navigate the estate; unable to stop yourself from gazing and admiring the furniture and fixtures of the stunning foyer.

Remembering Connie’s words on reaching the first bathroom, you begin to head down the hallway when you momentarily stop in your tracks to sneeze.

Covering your nose, you sneeze quietly and sniffle—instantly feeling a momentary sharp prickle in your nostrils.

Blinking, you continue walking forward—albeit slowly—due to being distracted by the small throbbing pain beginning to start in your nose.

“Ugh…” You rub your nose tenderly, eyes widening in surprise to see droplets of blood over your fingers.

A split second passes before you sneeze again, realizing the culprit is the stuffy and somewhat dust filled air in the hallway getting to you.

It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve experienced something similar, but it annoys you to no avail nonetheless.

You cover your nose and continue heading towards where you assume the nearest bathroom is, being careful so as not to spill any blood on the mahogany floorboards or onto your dress.

“Found it yet?!” You hear Connie’s voice echo down from the foyer as she peaks her head inside the estate.

“Yes, don’t worry!” You let out a half muffled call back, spotting the bathroom at the end of the hallway.

“Alright, I’ll wait for you back outside!” Connie shouts, shutting the front door behind her.

The “yes, don’t worry!” you proclaimed out catches Sonny’s interest instantly; the sound of an unfamiliar, yet sweet voice he’s never heard before.

Stunned, Sonny’s unable to focus on anything else and drowns out the chatter and noise from Vito’s office before he exits out into the hallway and shuts the door of Vito’s office behind him.

You sneeze again, whimpering out of annoyance as you feel blood beginning to trickle from your nose.

Following every sound you make, Sonny furrows his brows and walks downstairs and towards the hallway cautiously—both hands in the pockets of his dress trousers.

Only a split second later does Sonny spot you; an unfamiliar woman with your back facing him, wearing a burgundy swing dress with white kitten heels, your hair curled over your shoulders and more peculiarly, how you clutch your hand over your nose.

“Are you alright?” Sonny speaks out to you, coming closer to step into your line of view.

You blink, assuming one of the Corleone family’s bodyguards or security must have heard you sneezing and walking around the manor by now, but when you turn around you can tell just by the posture and amused expression over the stranger’s face that he’s neither.

Sonny and you don’t know one another nor have you seen each other before. You’re not even aware of what the Corleone men’s names are besides Tom and Vito, and you just learned Tom’s today through Theresa.

Blush instantly hits your cheeks as you feel your skin warm at the sight of Sonny. This man is tall with a slim but lean, fit build; sharp shoulders giving Sonny a firm build, his hair in brunette curls and his jawline chiselled with a smirk over his face.

There’s an air of confidence over Sonny and you can already tell with just a glance that he’s someone important.

You assume just by Sonny’s body language across from you that aggressiveness isn’t unheard of from him, but he seems intrigued and even friendly towards you.

“Oh, fine, thank you,” you answer back, still covering your nose. “I didn’t imagine it to be so stuffy down here.”

Sonny chuckles, stepping closer to you before taking one hand out of his pocket to gesture around to the walls. “The walls in this place are older than you and be combined. Don’t mind that.”

You gaze up at Sonny, unable to stop yourself from blushing as he gets closer to you.

You lower your hand away from your face without even realizing it, revealing your bloody nose to Sonny.

Sonny barely reacts to the sight of blood over your face but the look upon his face that he gives you doesn’t appear the way one would gaze at a stranger or someone they’ve met for the first time; the look in Sonny’s eyes may as well tell him he’s known you his whole life.

Sonny wants to ask you if he’s seen you somewhere or if the two of you know each other from some time ago, but something urges him to keep quiet, knowing the answer must be no.

Sonny’s muscles tense from a rush of arousal hitting him at the sight of you, already wildly attracted to you with no intention of denying it.

“Here,” Sonny reaches into the breast pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out a neatly folded, silk handkerchief before handing it to you. “Don’t let it bleed all over you now.”

You hesitate for a moment, not at Sonny’s kindness but the expensive cloth he’s just handed you to wipe your nose with.

A warm, playful smile crosses Sonny’s lips as he reads through your hesitancy. “You’re Gabriella, aren’t you?”

Sonny knows better. An unfamiliar woman in his house with Mr. Giordano visiting? He’s already beginning to figure you out. Luckily, he didn’t assume you’re Bella.

“I am,” blushing, you answer a little out of breath and take the silk handkerchief from Sonny. “Thank you so much…” Your voice trails off as you realize you don’t know this man’s name.

“Santino Corleone,” Sonny introduces himself t you. “But everyone calls me Sonny.”

‘So he IS a Corleone…’

“Sonny,” you repeat, feeling your cheeks stinging with blush. “Thank you.”

Sonny grins, extending out a hand to shake yours as you wipe your nose with your free one. “It’s nice to meet you at last, Miss Giordano.”

As you shake Sonny’s hand back, you feel the same current of arousal rushing through him go through you.

“We haven’t met before, have we?” Sonny finally asks, unable to shake off the belief that he’s more than just familiar with you.

“This would be the first time,” you shake your head, “it’s nice to meet you as well. I’ve yet to meet your whole family yet, but,” you smile shyly, “thank you for having us to celebrate Tom and Theresa.”

“Thanks for coming,” Sonny smirks, “you’ve probably met Theresa already but Tom will be out in a moment and then you can see him too.”

You don’t notice Sonny’s eager eyes gazing up and down at your figure a split second after.

“Were you looking for someone or something?” Sonny asks you.

“Just the bathroom,” you admit, sheepishly. “I…” Your nose has fortunately stopped bleeding, but you look at the silk handkerchief in your hand to see the crimson mess staining through it.

“Don’t worry about it, darling,” Sonny scoffs; he couldn’t care less about the damn handkerchief.

“If you insist,” you begin to carefully fold the handkerchief in the palm of your hand. “It’s just about the whole reason why I came in.”

“Fair enough,” Sonny forces his eyes off of yours, gesturing further down the hallway. “Unless the whole baby shower is waiting for you to get back, I’ll help you out here. Give you a tour of the estate and every bathroom you can find in here.”

“Oh, Mr—” you correct yourself immediately, “Sonny—I would like that very much but I don’t want to interrupt what you’re doing for something like that—”

“Believe me, I insist,” Sonny interrupts, smiling at you. “Guests come first. It’s really no problem. Let me give you a proper tour around here.”

“Alright then,” you accept, smiling back at him. “If it’s no trouble with you, I’d love to.”

“Alright then, Miss Gabriella,” Sonny moves next to you, leading the way out of the hall. “Stay close to me, alright?”

Blushing furiously, you nod back at Sonny who looks over at you behind his shoulder. “I’m with you.”

There’s no doubt about it; had you refused to go along with Santino and returned back to the baby shower or simply didn’t choose to communicate or see Sonny again after today, of course your life would be different. Either way, it would have changed.

What would you know now in this fleeting moment that couldn’t possibly mean anything else to you, trusting in this influential man son to a powerful Don that you just met, feeling as if he’s suddenly wanted to treat you as someone else in his home other than a guest?

If anyone asked years from now, you would tell them the truth. Yes, you would follow Santino Corleone to the ends of the earth, to hell if you had to and beyond that to meet him in whatever life awaited you next.

This is just the beginning of what destiny has spelled out for you side to side with a man like Santino Corleone.

But for now, you follow Sonny in hopes you’ll get to know this kind stranger and the Corleone family better, because your heart is bound to give in sooner rather than later.

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“The underboss’s wife”; that’s who you are, and the whispers of enemies, family and colleagues alike know it too. You’re no stranger to the underworld of crime surrounding you including the one run by the Corleone family’s underboss; Santino Corleone. The streets run red with blood and brutality under Santino’s influence but it’s Santino who feels hit by the thunderbolt at the very sight of you—pushing away his womanizing and notorious unfaithfulness. You unexpectedly find yourself in a position of power balancing your marriage with the fate of the Corleone’s family’s future whether it be through Santino’s infamous brutality or the love he finds amidst the man he claims to be.

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“The underboss’s wife”; that’s who you are, and the whispers of enemies, family and colleagues alike know it too. You’re no stranger to the underworld of crime surrounding you including the one run by the Corleone family’s underboss; Santino Corleone. The streets run red with blood and brutality under Santino’s influence but it’s Santino who feels hit by the thunderbolt at the very sight of you—pushing away his womanizing and notorious unfaithfulness. You unexpectedly find yourself in a position of power balancing your marriage with the fate of the Corleone’s family’s future whether it be through Santino’s infamous brutality or the love he finds amidst the man he claims to be.

The first chapter will be coming soon! Stay tuned!! 🤞🏻💖

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“I’m gonna get you pregnant again—” Sonny roams one hand down to your small, growing baby bump, never slowing down in the pace of his thrusting. “And again—and again—do you hear me?”

And every year after that again and again… 🫠🫠

Again.

“I’m gonna get you pregnant again—” Sonny speaks through hot breaths, letting his free hand roam over your small, growing baby bump. “And again—and again—do you hear me?”

“Y-yes! S-Sonny—” A loud moan escapes your lips as you rock your hips back against his. “Yes!”

“Every single year,” Sonny pants, giving both of your thighs a harsh smack before keeping them around his waist. “I want you fucking filled with my seed.”

“Mm!” You squeal out in pleasure—feeling your eyes prickle with tears from the euphoric sensations washing over your body again and again like shockwaves.

“I’m gonna have you like this—” Sonny leans down with a deep groan, pressing his forehead against yours. “Make you mine again.”

“I a-am,” you giggle breathily, catching Sonny’s lips in a deep, crushing kiss.

Moaning back in your mouth, Sonny doesn’t relent with his ruthless thrusting; keeping you pinned down upon the bed in a perfect bent missionary position.

With one hand wrapped around Sonny’s shoulder and the other scratching down his back, you roll your eyes back upon the rush of your orgasm beginning to approach.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” Sonny grunts in your ear, “gonna cum in that sweet pussy of yours again—fuck,”

"D-do it, do it, do it, p-please!" Barely able to get another word out, you lock your thighs around his waist and brace for the impact of your heavenly orgasm to wash out of you.

[melis-writes]

… what about some Victonny smut where Victoria calls Sonny daddy 👀👀👀

Out of all the Corleone men, I only see Sonny liking being called “daddy”, I’m not gonna lie... 👀😳

'Daddy'.

“O-Oh my God…” You whine out against the pillow to muffle out your moans, clenching onto the bedsheets with all your remaining strength.

“You take it so good, baby,” Sonny breathes against your back; one hand cupped over your ass and the other arching your back in a face down, ass up doggy style position. “So fucking good.”

You curl your toes from the sensation of pleasure mixing with the pressure of all ten inches of Sonny’s cock thrusting into your pussy—stretching you and fucking you deep.

“More, more…” You squeeze your eyes shut, beginning to move your hips back to meet Sonny’s slow rhythm.

“Only if you promise you’re going to be a good girl this time,” Sonny gives your ass a playful smack, “or I won’t give you what you want.”

“Doubt you can hold back,” you giggle breathily, looking back at Sonny over your shoulder.

“Don’t tempt me, sugar,” Sonny chuckles, licking over his lips before leaning over and kissing you sloppily over the mouth. “I wanna make a mess inside that sweet pussy.”

“All yours, daddy,” you moan softly in Sonny’s mouth as he begins to pick up his pace, thrusting into you faster.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” Sonny tugs a fistful of your hair, arching your back again as he begins to ram his cock into your pussy.

“Yours, daddy, y-yours!” You squeal out, letting moan after moan escape your lips.

[melis-writes]

Hello sweet Melis! I have a prompt idea for Sonny x Reader 🤭🤭🤭 If it's okay with you, can you please write a sexual scene where reader is very shy and insecure about her body, but Sonny comforts her and they end up having soft romantic sex?👉👈 Yes I'm a big sucker for love and romance! 😭Love you very much and send you lots of kisses 😘😘😘😘😚😚😚😚😚😚

But of course!! 😋❤️ My first Sonny x Reader request and I’d be more than happy to write it! Prepare for lots of fluff and of course, soft and loving sex. 🥵 Thank you for the request, lovely!! Finally got around to writing this sweet piece at long last. Lots of love and kisses right back at you!! ❤️❤️❤️

Laying over the scarlet, silk bedsheets with only the duvet half sprawled over your half-naked body, you gaze up at Sonny who slowly paces around the bedroom shirtless—smoking a cigarette.

“Well, baby, ya got your wish,” a grin spreads across Sonny’s lips as he blows out smoke around him. “Just you and me tonight, like we planned.”

“With the lights off this time too, maybe?” You blush, resting your chin over your first.

“Lights off?” Sonny raises a brow, moving towards the ashtray on the end-table next to the bed. “Feelin’ shy, baby?”

“Maybe,” you nibble on the corner of your lip, making eye contact with Sonny.

Sonny scrunches up his cigarette in the ashtray, ensuring its put out as he keeps his eyes over you. “Shy, huh? Well…” Straightening his posture, Sonny continues to gaze at you for a moment curiously. “It’s okay if you don’t wanna, baby—”

“It’s not that, baby,” you shake your head. “You know how much I’ve missed you this week, and you know if it was up to me we’d never get out of this room.”

“Right,” Sonny chuckles, beginning to unbuckle his leather belt. “But shy… Now that’s interesting.”

“How so?” Barely realizing it yourself, you pull the blanket further up your breasts to conceal yourself.

“Because…” Sonny moves closer towards the bed, throwing off his belt and letting it drop to the floor. “You and I both know you’re not shy, sweetheart. So what’s the matter? Hmm? Lights off and all?”

“Can you blame me?” You mumble under your breath.

“What?” Sonny furrows his brows in confusion, kneeling onto the bed, but it’s the movement of your hands clutching the blanket over your body and hiding yourself that gives it all away to him.

“I don’t know,” you frown back at Sonny. “It’s like… Sometimes I feel as if I haven’t come to terms with myself and I don’t know how to or anything. I barely want to see myself like this, I’m just…”

Your voice fades away as you lose your train of thought, noticing the concern growing in Sonny’s eyes as he listens to you.

“Nah, baby, no. Come on, no.” Sonny shakes his head, pulling you into his embrace on his side of the bed. “C’mere, sweetheart. Yeah, come ‘ere.”

“I feel gross, Sonny,” you admit, holding back your tears as you hug onto his chest. “I don’t know, it’s like I’m not good enough and—”

“Hey,” Sonny places his finger over your bottom lip, staring at you. “No, we ain’t gonna say shit like that. You and I both know it’s not true. It’s not.”

You shyly gaze away, remaining quiet as Sonny rubs up and down your back tenderly to comfort you.

“I know my woman like the back of my hand,” Sonny gives your waist a light squeeze. “And I have no idea what the hell you’re going on about. You’re beautiful, baby.”

Sonny caresses the side of your face with the back of his hand. “And I mean it. You’ve no idea how beautiful you are.  What, you wanna be like everyone else?” He raises his brows. “’Cause you’re the most unique woman I ever met—I don’t want anyone else but you, and that’s including all that you are and that you have.”

“Sonny…” The blush on your cheeks sting and intensify, becoming apparent to Sonny.

“I’m serious, baby,” Sonny steals a sloppy kiss from your lips. “You’re fine as hell, fuckin’ beautiful. Just beautiful.” He leans his head down, pecking little kisses over your collarbones. “Mm, all of you from head to toe, damn.”

You throw your head back, giggling from the sensation of Sonny’s warm lips tickling over your skin. “If you say so.”

“I damn do,” Sonny reaffirms, slowly beginning to inch the blanket off of your body. “This is all I wanna come home to, nothin’ else. You…” Sonny presses his body against yours as you let out a soft groan. “And all of you and your beauty, baby.”

“How do you do that?” You whisper, wrapping your arms around Sonny’s shoulders. “Just…” A streak of shyness hits you again as you form your next words, “comfort me, make me feel like I’m home and—”

Sonny cuts off your sentence by sealing a kiss over your lips; not one fueled by sexual desire and lust, but pure passion and love towards you.

“Because I love you,” Sonny breathes as he parts away from the kiss. “And you’re my only girl. Nothin’ in the world is gonna change that. Every single part of you…” Sonny tosses off the blanket from your body, letting his firm hands roam over your breast. “Is fuckin’ beautiful, baby. All of you.”

You breath out Sonny’s name, lost in the embrace of your lover as one kiss leads to another—deepening and growing with desire.

Unable to get enough of one another, you can feel all your insecurities and shyness easily melt away in Sonny’s embrace—in belief of his reassuring, loving words.

There isn’t a part of your body Sonny wouldn’t worship—absolutely adore and kiss all over.

Insistent on both teasing and pleasing you, Sonny’s body hovers over top of yours as he throws off his trousers and boxer briefs—his lips still colliding with yours.

Your hand wraps around Sonny’s back while the other roams through his brunette curls, tugging gently as you spread your legs as wide as you can and keep them wrapped around your lover’s waist.

“I love you, baby,” Sonny mumbles against your lips before kissing them again and again, wanting nothing more than to get lost in you.

“I love you too,” you moan out, feeling Sonny slowly begin to enter you. “Oh, please…”

“Shit,” you hear Sonny groan quietly to himself, pushing his cock inside of you inch by inch.

You roll your eyes back in pleasure, burying your face in Sonny’s shoulder as he begins to slowly pace himself in and out of you with deep thrusts snapping back into your hips.

“C’mere, c’mere—” Sonny trails wet kisses along the side of your neck, gripping your hips gently to keep himself angled inside of you.

“Ohhh!” You cry out, feeling your thighs tingle against Sonny’s waist as his cock thrusts close to your G-Spot.

“Ahh, right there, huh baby?” You can feel Sonny smirking against your skin as he leans in closer, pressing his forehead against yours. “You like that?”

“Oh God, yes,” you whimper, nodding back at him frantically.

“You really—” Sonny speaks inbetween his thrusts, “are fucking perfect, you know that, baby? Mm, fuck, you feel so good.”

“M-more, more—” You curl your toes, unable to stop your moans from getting louder with each slow, loving thrust inside of you.

Amidst both of your moans and groans, the only thing you can hear are your bodies against the silky bedsheets wrinkling underneath you two and the slight squeaking of the mattress as your love making session with Sonny grows more feverish.

[melis-writes]

Ok this is an interesting request for you

What if Victoria and Sonny had an affair early on after meeting each other and her marrying Michael? There was an instant connection and attraction between them and Sonny gets her pregnant but Michael thinks he’s the father of the twins 🙊

Sonny has had twins before… he does it to Victoria this time around 🔥

Oh… Wow. 👀 What an AU we have over here. 😅😅 Sonny’s the father of Niccolo and Verona!! The timing just has to be impeccable here. 😳

“Do you accept, Victoria? Will you marry Michael Corleone?”

“I do accept.”

‘What else could I have said?’ After all this time, your gaze fell upon the gold wedding band adorning Sandra’s ring upon her finger which not only served as a reminder that what you had with Sonny could only be an affair, but that it was indeed over.

Fate did not align in the beginning for you to meet a man like Michael Corleone—not while he was considered a “civilian” in the “family business” and away at war with a lover, Kay, awaiting his return.

The only Corleone you knew was Santino; the eldest, brash, hot-headed without the need to pretend to be a tough guy but the one who instantly ensnared you.

Then again, Sonny could easily say the same. You only ever felt such an instant connection like that in the presence of one another after all.

“Where do you think this will all go?” You murmured over your lover’s chest, snuggled up after making love to one another.

“Anywhere it needs to,” Sonny answered you; his hands stroking through your silky hair. “You know I’m planning on it.”

Your eyes widened as you tilted your head to look up at Sonny with surprise.

He nodded back at you and pressed a gentle kiss upon your forehead. “I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with a woman I don’t love, Vic. I’m going to make us happen, I just need more time.”

You understood and you didn’t let impatience consume you, but Michael’s own actions involving himself into the criminal underworld of his family’s affairs directly paved the path for your engagement to him instead.

From loving gazes to small talk, you cherished every moment you could spend with Sonny—especially alone—when your family visited or hosted the Corleones.

None other than Sonny and yourself noticed the instant attraction and chemistry that sparked between the two of you, but there was no possibility to confess your love for Sonny and the nature of your affair when he was still a married man.

“I only—” Sonny spoke between feverish kisses over your lips, “want you.”

“Show me,” you whispered, teasing him as you pressed your naked body up against Sonny’s. “Show me again.”

How could you have known your father’s intentions of making peace with the Corleones amidst such a time of turmoil and tension come through marriage?

‘I could have said no.’

“Could get you pregnant this time, y’know,” Sonny groaned softly against the side of your neck.

“D-doesn’t matter,” you moaned back and dug your nails into Sonny’s back as his thrusts grew deeper and more forceful.

Smirking against your skin, Sonny tilted your chin down to face him—letting his thumb run down your bottom lip as he gazed into your eyes. “I’d run away with you in a heartbeat, baby.”

Despite all the private intimacy you and Sonny shared with an intent on safe sex, the neither of you cared about being too cautious and entirely preventing pregnancy.

It was pregnancy after all keeping you from truly being with the man you loved, and Sonny didn’t care how it looked either.

If both of you disappeared, it would be easy for both of your families to put two and two together thus disgracing your names and embroiling everyone into a scandal, but Sonny was also more than willing to fake his own death and wait for you in another state.

Bearing the children of the man you adore and being able to spend eternity with him would be worth the thrill, the risk and everything inbetween.

‘But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I wanted to say ‘yes’ to Michael and not just because I couldn’t say ‘yes’ to Sonny.’

Although what you felt for Sonny and how you yearned for him was simply uncomparable to anyone or anything else, there was also a different kind of longing and connection you felt for Michael Corleone when you first met him.

You were pregnant for barely ten days when you met Michael, and blissfully unaware for the time being so yourself, you agreed to marry the man you could have.

Nothing such as divorcing Sandra for you or running off with some silly idea could ever come to fruition now; there was expectation placed upon you and Michael but it only had meaning because you both gave it so.

“I’m glad, darling,” Michael murmured as he held both of your hands in his; his eyes gazing over your stomach. “We’ll be starting a family together—just you and I.”

Naturally both Michael and his family were all the more pleased when you “immediately” got pregnant, but the news couldn’t fool Sonny let alone you.

You knew you must have conceived shortly before you and Michael got married, but there was absolutely no suspicion or questions asked about the revelation of your pregnancy a few days after your wedding night.

You and Sonny both knew you were carrying his twins inside of you, just as Sandra carried Sonny’s two twin girls.

It wasn’t that you had the heart to tell Michael or that you felt ashamed and guilty; you were far removed from such feelings because you knew you’d rather be bearing Sonny’s children than Michael’s.

Michael, completely oblivious that he wasn’t the father of the little baby twins he held in his arms, was just as unaware that his wife was forever in love with another man—his own older brother.

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“I know you want me more than Michael.” 🥵🔥

Oh... 😶❤️‍🔥 Victonny strikes again. 🥴 Extreme smut warning underneath the cut!! 🥵

Confess Your Lust.

“I know you want me more than Michael,” Sonny breathes hotly against your neck, deepening the pace of his thrusts.

“Mm!” You bite down hard on your lip, attempting to muffle out moan after moan as Sonny’s cock slicks in you again and again, brushing up against your weak spot.

“Say it,” Sonny grazes his teeth against your skin, leaving a sloppy kiss over it. “Say it.”

“I—Ohhhhh!” You curl your toes, attempting to keep your ankles balanced over Sonny’s shoulders as he has you in the perfect constricted position to angle his cock upwards. “I want—”

“You fuck like you do,” Sonny chuckles breathily, burying his face inbetween your breasts. “Your pussy says you do.”

“I want y-you, you—I want you more—” out of breath from the rough and quickened pace of thrusting, your breasts jiggle against Sonny’s face as you grip onto his arms for balance.

“Fuck yes, fuck yes,” Sonny hisses, catching your nipple in his mouth and only continuing to pound your pussy.

“I want you more than Michael—” You whimper out, your voice threatening to break.

“I wanna hear you say that again and again,” Sonny tilts your chin down to face him, crushing his lips over yours in a wet, full mouthed kiss. “When I cum in you and you lose track, what do you say, hmm?”

“I love your cum, I l-love your cum—” You swallow hard, hungrily kissing Sonny back.

“You like being filled up with my cum, don’t you?” Sonny squeezes your face, giving it a little shake. “Like fucking walking around dripping with my seed?”

“Y-YES!” You shriek, tightly wrapping your legs around Sonny’s shoulders. “M-My God!”

“You fuck so good, you know that?” Sonny slaps your ass harshly, pulling away momentarily to grin down at the mess beneath you both.

One after another, loads of Sonny’s cum has oozed out of your pussy with each thrust and orgasm—seeping down your inner thighs and smearing over your asshole.

“You love taking it like a good girl—” Sonny takes some of his cum off your ass, popping his finger into your mouth. “Taste it, baby. Yeah, taste it.”

You suck onto Sonny’s index finger greedily, licking off all his cum as his cock continues to slosh in and out of your pussy one thrust at a time.

“More, more,” you dig your nails into Sonny’s arms, pouting. “I want you more—I want you to fuck me more!”

[melis-writes]

Request: Halloween SINspired

There’s a Halloween party at Lake Tahoe with tons of people, tons of guests, tons of adults and kids.

Victoria looks aaaamazing in her costume and as Michael and everyone else is extremely busy, having fun… she sneaks away with Sonny, who looks hot in his costume too… and they sneak off to have a quickie or two in a less busy area maybe in a bathroom or closet… its risqué yes but Sonny and Victoria know they need each other ASAP 🔥😈

Luckily nobody finds them or hears them or notices they’re gone

Halloween costume party at Lake Tahoe AND some Victonny!! Playful, sexy and fun all in one prompt. 😏🥵

Halloween at the Lake Tahoe compound may just as well be the one and only celebration of the year that gets its worth of fun and excitement hosted by the Corleone family.

More so a time of enjoyment and insistence from just about everyone except for Vito whom could care less, but is grateful nonetheless for the time spent with his grandchildren having fun and Michael, whose always been completely against the idea of a Halloween party.

With the party having started just at sundown, a fireworks show is planned at midnight, colorful Halloween themed refreshments are served all night and a buffet table filled with various selections of cakes, baked treats, pastries and candy line up the compound’s gazebo.

Little twinkling orange and white lights illuminate walkways and fenced areas for guests to get around the compound safely and security is diligent at every entrance, gate and exit of the compound for the evening.

All are invited without just an exclusivity for adults with the one time the children are allowed to stay up past midnight frolicking around in excitement with their costumes on, trick or treating from the adults who carry a pumpkin shaped satchel filled with chocolates and candies.

“Daddy, you could have been Count Dracula!” Verona pouts, holding a fake pair of fangs in her hand.

Michael, having zero interest in the party let alone wearing a costume hasn’t dressed up or made himself feel like he’s at a party; rather, Michael’s dressed in a three piece black suit and coming to terms with all the socialization he’ll have to make with all the guests approaching him every now and then.

Michael glances at the fake fangs in his daughters hand, shaking his head. “I think they’d look better on you.”

“On me?” Verona gasps, waving her star shaped wand around, “but I’m a magical fairy, I can’t have fangs!”

“You could be a magical fairy with fangs!” Niccolo adds, skipping up to his father and sister. “Lots of fairies around here, but how many of them have fangs?”

“Your brother has a point,” Michael chuckles quietly, crossing his arms.

“Hmm,” Verona peeks curiously at the fangs in her hand, shrugging her shoulders. “I guess so! I could be a spooky fairy!”

Michael’s eyes dart cautiously over the crowds around him, unable to spot you from any table or gathering. “Have you two seen your mother?”

“I’m right here, baby,” you blush, approaching the twins and Michael from behind. “Just thought my makeup needed a little bit of a touch up to get into the witchy look.”

Michael turns around to face you with the twins; raising his brows in surprise at the level of detail and dedication put into your witch costume.

Your dress is a dark violet witch costume complete with a pointy velvet hat and a mini dress with the back tattered and longer than the front.

Your costume’s sleeves are flared and have a black lace cobweb shape while a sexy peek of your cleavage covered by the same lace detailing.

With dark plum covered makeup, mascara and a burgundy lipstick over your lips, you’ve fit right into the role of a sexy, mystical witch for tonight’s Halloween party.

“Wow, mama!” Verona giggles excitedly, “the prettiest witch ever!”

“I like your costume, mama!” Niccolo beams, dressed as a pirate himself.

“Why thank you, honey,” you wink, extending out your arms. “So, what do you think?”

“I can say that’s the most detail on a costume I’ve seen tonight,” Michael comments, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Very…witchy.”

You giggle, hugging his arm. “If this surprises you, wait until you see Sandra. She’s dressed as a black cat.”

“I’ll pass,” Michael murmurs, “I thought she’d at least match with Sonny but he’s caused all of us enough embarrassment for tonight.”

“Oh?” Your eyes widen in surprise. “How so?”

Verona and Niccolo giggle amidst one another. “Uncle Sonny’s a werewolf, mama.”

“A werewolf? Soooo…” You squint your eyes, looking back towards your family’s reserved table before spotting a frustrated Sandra with her arms crossed lecturing Sonny.

Dressed as a werewolf, Sonny’s practically topless—only wearing a tattered shirt ripped with claw marks on it and fur covered trousers to make up for the rest.

“Oh,” the blush over your cheeks intensifies. “I see what you mean now. Also doesn’t really match with Sandra’s costume, does it?”

Michael rolls his eyes, “I don’t care about that. Regardless, I’ll be with my father and the others at the far end table if you need me, darling.”

“Sure thing, honey,” you peck a kiss over Michael’s lips before turning to the twins. “No wandering off too far you two, alright?”

“Okay, mama!”

“Good,” you laugh softly. “I’ll go check up on the cat and the werewolf to see if everything’s alright.”

Just as you turn and slip past the crowds in front you, by the time you peek up your head to see one of the family tables and spot Sonny and Sandra, you notice only Sonny stands alone with an old fashioned cocktail in his hand and a very amused smirk over his lips.

“Wow, rough night?” You tease, gesturing to Sonny’s torn top.

“Something like that,” Sonny grins at you, glancing at you from head to toe. “Sexy witch decided to finally come around, huh?”

“You could make it a little less obvious, you know,” you speak back to Sonny in a playful tone, adjusting your witch hat. “People will start talking and thinking the werewolf has something for the witch.”

“Really?” Sonny chuckles, gesturing around him. “All I’m seeing are people stuffing their faces with cake and alcohol. The estates are off limits, obviously.”

“Mhmm,” you confirm, “I was just getting ready in the bathroom a minute ago.”

“I assumed so,” Sonny caresses your chin, “too bad. I’ve been thinking about nothing but fucking that sweet mouth of yours all night and you’ve put all that trouble into your makeup.”

Your eyes widen a little as your cheeks sting, flaring with blush. “Thinking of making a mess?”

“I’ll keep it in you if you don’t let too much ooze down those pretty thighs of yours,” Sonny smirks wryly. “I think I’ll go use the bathroom in the family estate now. Care to join me?”

Sonny doesn’t wait for your response, but the inviting, devilish look in his eyes says it all to you.

Standing by, you let Sonny walk a few meters passed you before you begin to follow, trying to make it look as if you’re going somewhere else in case a pair of curious eyes spots the two of you leaving the party.

With the crowds, guests and Michael seemingly busy enough indulged in conversation, drinks and meals, you and Sonny carefully sneak off to the family estate which is all but completely empty with the exception of the serving staff in the kitchen.

“You know me so well,” you whisper, taking the lead and walking towards the most secluded bathroom you can think of.

“Didn’t think you’d want me again so soon in one night but here you are,” Sonny teases, quietly following you into the bathroom.

“We can make it the second quickie of the night, huh?” You lean your back against the bathroom counter as Sonny locks the door behind him. “Before I rip off what’s left of your shirt.”

“Be my guest,” Sonny hisses, squeezing his hands over your ass tightly. “You know there’s nothing I’d love more than letting you get back to the party a cum drenched mess.”

“That’s fine,” you breath, wrapping your arms around Sonny’s neck as he hoists you up onto the bathroom counter. “I can still feel your cum from earlier in me. I need more.”

“Slutty little witch,” Sonny hikes up your costume above your waist, pushing your panties to the side. “Still dripping wet, aren’t you?”

“You’ve no idea,” you moan against Sonny’s neck as his fingers graze over your dewy clit. “I need this right now.”

“Never gonna get used to hearing that,” Sonny licks over his lips, hearing how your wet pussy lips spread apart as he slowly begins to push his cock into you. “Be a good girl and stay quiet, eh?”

“Mmhmm—” Nodding weakly, you bury your face into Sonny’s shoulder as he thrusts every inch of his thick, erect cock inside of you relatively with ease.

Still turned on and tingling with arousal from earlier, you angle your thighs over Sonny’s shoulder and keep your back pressed up against the wall—being fucked in a perfectly constricted position on the bathroom counter.

With not a single soul around to hear or even notice you and Sonny having disappeared from the party and gone back into the estate at the same time, the real party begins between the two of you.

Sneaking away for the second time in the evening, Sonny’s warm cock fills your pussy again to satisfy your every sinful need and desire this Halloween.

Your pussy’s wetness easily lubricates Sonny’s cock, and the sound of your pussy gushing against his shaft with each thrust only furthers your arousal.

Sonny keeps his grunts and groans as quiet and to himself as possible, focused on jerking his hips back and forth into you at the quickest, sloppiest pace he can keep.

Your ankles shake over Sonny’s shoulders as you silence out all your moans against Sonny’s shoulders; only the sound of your diamond anklet tinkling can be heard inbetween skin slapping against skin.

“Fuck, baby,” you hear Sonny whisper in your ear, clutching onto your thighs. “I’m gonna fill you up so good—so fucking good.”

Wondering just how much longer he’ll have to bear this party, Michael glances down at his watch and frowns, trying to keep himself occupied in dull small talk at the table and count down the time that you and Sonny savour with each passing second.

“Only I fuck and fill this cunt so good, don’t I?” Sonny licks over your lips, ramming into your pussy as roughly as he can.

“Oh God, yes!” Your voice quivers as you attempt to keep it down.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” Sonny squeezes your face, pressing his forehead up against yours.

“Y-you,” you moan back, whimpering uncontrollably. “Y-you!”

[melis-writes]

Introducing my next, upcoming multi-chapter, Sonny Corleone x Reader smut fic, coming soon!! 🥰🤞🏻

Mafia Wife.

A very big thank you to all of you who submitted suggestions/ideas for everything related to Gabriella; we even chose her name from popular vote! 🥰💓 Please welcome the OC/Reader persona, none other than Gabriella Giordano. ❤️

Staying as canon as possible to all of the events of The Godfather including the timeline, the only things that change in this fic is the year Sonny gets married (canonically 1935 to Sandra). ✨

Mafia Wife will follow the plot of the first film, showing us Gabriella and Sonny's romance, sex life and growing family. 👀❤️ I named this fic Mafia Wife because that is exactly what Gabriella is down to the core, the to-be wife of a very powerful and influential mafioso. For those of you who are fans/readers of Moth to Flame, you may think of Victoria Corleone as a mafia wife and she indeed is, but the title to this fic has a deeper meaning to Gabriella. There's a difference between being a mafia wife, and then being pulled into the lifestyle of the mafia/being a mafiosa. 😏

“The underboss’s wife”; that’s who you are, and the whispers of enemies, family and colleagues alike know it too. You’re no stranger to the underworld of crime surrounding you including the one run by the Corleone family’s underboss; Santino Corleone. The streets run red with blood and brutality under Santino’s influence but it’s Santino who feels hit by the thunderbolt at the very sight of you—pushing away his womanizing and notorious unfaithfulness. You unexpectedly find yourself in a position of influence balancing your marriage and family ties with the fate of the Corleone’s family’s future whether it be through Santino’s infamous brutality or the love he finds amidst the man he claims to be.

You can expect lots of filthy smut scenes, kinks, but also fluffy romance and wholesomeness. Lots of domestic family life as well as Gabriella and Sonny's family starts and grows. ❤️ Fans of pre-Don college boy Michael can rejoice, and Gabriella x Sonny forever shippers can rest easy knowing Sonny never had his romance with Sandra in this fic! 😂

Everything related to this fic will be tagged as #mafia wife fic. Anything related to Gabriella directly will be tagged under her full name as #Gabriella Giordano. I guess the official ship name is Sonniella! 😅

There will only be one canonical ending to this fic. 👁️👁️ After the first smut scene is posted, I'm willing to take in prompt requests for Gabriella x Sonny! That being said, I'm still/always taking in Sonny x Reader (general reader) too! And yes, I will not forget about Victonny. 🤭

I anticipate to have the first chapter of Mafia Wife up and posted in a week or two, but I always hope to write it up sooner. 😅💓 Can’t wait to share it with you guys and hear all your feedback! 😍

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Santino Corleone girlies anticipating my upcoming Sonny x Reader multi-chapter smut fic, it's time to vote for the Reader!! ❤️

I've gotten soooo many lovely and excited suggestions for this fic that I'm building it together with you guys! 🤭💞 From suggestions to who the reader is to her name... it's time for the popular vote on this fic to take the reigns. 🥰

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✨ Fanfic Navigation ✨ AO3 ✨Requests Info ✨

❓ What is Victonny? : Victonny is Victoria and Sonny's official ship name. After the events of Chapter 32, the ship took off in full force and is a fan favourite of many Moth to Flame readers. Here you'll be able to find every smut and non-smut written prompts for Victoria and Sonny having an illicit affair/in a relationship behind Michael and Sandra's backs. It is not canon.

SMUT PROMPTS (18+ only).

Alternative ending to Chapter 32: Part 2 - What if Sonny got Victoria pregnant and she kept the baby?

Victoria constantly being horny for Sonny.

Alternative ending to Chapter 32: Part 3 - Victoria and Sonny sleep together.

Alternative ending to Chapter 32: Part 4 - 3+ rounds more of sex.

Sonny and Victoria continuing their affair with no suspicion or being found out.

Victoria and Sonny continue their affair - Victoria gives birth to Sonny's daughter Luciana and son Angelo.

Victoria being insatiably aroused for Sonny.

Sonny and Victoria continue their affair - Both of them only sleep with one another from now on.

Sonny x Victoria's tits.

Victoria telling Sonny to breed her/knock her up.

Pregnancy sex while Victoria is pregnant with Sonny's baby.

Victoria teasing/riling up Sonny.

Pregnancy sex after New York.

Once you have some of Sonny, you can never get enough.

Victoria breaks her one time rule for Sonny.

Victoria loves creampies.

Sonny and Victoria keeping up normal appearances throughout their affair but getting lost in each other inbetween.

Sonny and Victoria sneak off to a tropical vacation.

Alone for three weeks, Sonny and Victoria make use of the entire estate.

AU: Sonny and Victoria had an affair before Victoria met Michael.

Halloween SINspired.

"I know you want me more than Michael."

Victoria calling Sonny 'daddy'.

"I'm going to get you pregnant again and again..."

NON-SMUT PROMPTS (18+ still applies).

Michael kills Sonny and Victoria after finding out about their affair and 2 children together.

Sonny and Victoria being casually affectionate with one another in front of family.

Victoria confesses to Sonny she wants to have more children with him.

What Sonny and Victoria have together is true love.

Sonny nicknames Victoria "Vicky".

Sonny finds out Michael's cheating on Victoria.

Sonny and Victoria continue their affair elsewhere.

Victoria confesses her love, craving and desire for Sonny.

Victoria pregnant with Sonny's third child.

Soft loving affection and time spent together.

Victoria and Sonny's children calling Sonny as their father.

Michael kills Sonny and Victoria after finding out about their affair and 2 children together.

Sonny and Victoria replace their wedding bands together.

Sonny and Victoria fake their deaths and run off together.

Sonny and Victoria fake their deaths and run off together: Sonny's children confront them.

Love into Lies: The End – Michael finds out about Sonny and Victoria's affair.

Remake Married AU: Carlo punches Victoria and Sonny responds to his wife being hit.

AU: Sonny receives Luca Brasi's Sicilian message with Victoria by his side.

AU: Knocking on Sonny and Victoria's door.

Victoria never feeling more loved in her life than she does with Sonny.

Sonny assembling furniture topless + Victoria's arousal.

Victoria confesses to Sonny she wished she could have married him in the first place.

Victoria and Sonny in a secret relationship before Victoria marrying Michael and with Sonny fathering all of her children.

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Mhmmmmm just thinking about Victoria getting pregnant by Sonny… they’ve been having their affair for a while by then and absolutely in love with each other and have such hot steamy sex but also soft romantic sex, Victoria being the only woman who could ever settle Sonny… and she decides she isn’t that bothered if she did become pregnant by him as there are redheads in her side of the family so she could easily have a redhead baby too… The great thing is that nobody notices or realizes the affair or secret relationship between them… Victoria can’t get enough of Sonny and she loves his huge cock so much that when Michael fucks her she wishes it was Sonny… they do have an affair baby though and it’s a little girl Luciana who looks just like her mamma and as Sonny and Victoria can’t get enough of each other she ends up pregnant again by him and it’s a little boy called Angelo (the saint’s son is the angel get it?) and he looks like a mix of Victoria, Vito and Giuseppe and takes his height from Sonny but Victoria says it’s from her side of the family as her brothers are tall

The Victonny prompt of all Victonny prompts… 😶😶 The request in itself says more than I can ever possibly summarize here. 😅 What can I say except enjoy to all of you eager Victonny shippers? 🥵😈 But also… Oh my God, I honestly had to re-read this submission over twice because there is SOMETHING in this prompt related to the canon fic coming up in the next chapter of Moth to Flame: Part II. 😅😂

“Oh my G-God,” a barely audible whimper passes your lips as you keep your arms wrapped around Sonny’s shoulders—still wincing from the aftermath of your last orgasm.

With Sonny’s cock still buried ten inches deep into your pussy, the two of you gaze at one another through lazy eyes—dazed from shockwaves of pleasure.

As both of you attempt to catch your breaths, an intimate silence follows through as both you and Sonny look into each other’s eyes.

Six months into this affair with no regrets, no remorse and certainly no guilt, Sonny looks down not just to see his sister-in-law whom he’s always appreciated and had been close to, but the woman of his dreams; the woman whom Sonny secretly wishes was also the woman of his life.

It’s no longer about sneakily meeting up or inconspicuously making plans to see each other and warm each other’s beds, but a blossoming absolute love solidified by both of your mutual feelings.

Sonny only breaks eye contact with you for a split second to glance down and watch himself slowly pull out of you, prompting a little whine from you as Sonny’s cum oozes out of you instantly—filled up with four rounds of sloppy, messy, unprotected sex and your brother-in-law’s cum instead of your husband’s.

Sonny may as well have redefined the word “affair” for you, because you certainly wouldn’t use it’s current meaning to describe the bond the two of you have formed throughout half of the year.

What spouted from loneliness, desperation to be loved and adored while experiencing nothing but the bitter sting of being touch starved resulted in what you thought would just be a harmless one-night stand instead resulted in an affair past just sex.

Santino “Selfish” Corleone as Sandra calls her husband in bed—or at least did right up until Sonny stop sleeping with Sandra entirely and anyone else for that matter—Sonny became the opposite of whatever anyone told you, joking or not.

Sonny knows how to tease and please and if anything, he’s selfless in bed—prioritizing your pleasure over his first, always.

The sex never had to be a rough quick fuck to release sexual frustration; Sonny is neither just an outlet for you to use and you’re not just a hole to him either.

The soft, romantic nights spent with one another curled up over the satin bedsheets, breathily giggling, making sweet, gentle love to one another speaks enough to say just to what degree your affair has gotten to now with Sonny.

Sonny’s no longer just a distraction to you away from thoughts like guilt, remorse or even fear of being caught, but his presence and the thought of Sonny alone is enough to keep you calm and reassured you’ll be continuing your affair to your heart’s extend however you want it.

Michael isn’t a thought when you’re with Sonny one way or another. Whatever guilt or remorse you felt after your one-night stand with Sonny in New York died out a few days only to never return; something solidified the second time you and Sonny slept with one another.

Sonny’s a man who didn’t even settle for his own wife but he’d move mountains for you with his bare hands if you asked him to.

For you, he’d settle for the rest of his life if it meant he could hold you in his arms longer, and without having to do it somewhere so secluded and planned out.

In the embrace and presence of one another, all thoughts of consequence and repercussion cease to exist.

You both live a double life of intimacy and love but simply don’t care anymore; this is what you and Sonny want.

The two of you have never touched a condom either, to begin with. You don’t mind at all if Sonny impregnates you whether on purpose or accidentally—you’ll have him whenever, however, safe day or not.

You have plenty of redheads and curly haired nieces and nephews on your side of the family after all, and while keeping a regular sex life with Michael like nothing between you and Sonny exists to begin with, nobody can possibly question another pregnancy from you.

Six months in, there hasn’t been a single curious ear or eye on the two of you. No suspicions or curiosity raised whatsoever, giving you and Sonny ample privacy and opportunity to continue your affair.

You may be living a double life with two men—fucking one, married to another—but you certainly aren’t living a lie.

This is your truth and Sonny’s truth—it’s what you want, what you need and crave then and now onwards.

“I want you, I want you, I want you, baby.” Sonny groaned loudly, gripping your hips down to his as he let you bounce up and down on his cock. “Yes, yes, yes—fuck!”

With your cum gushing down Sonny’s cock yet again, you throw your head back and let yourself revel in the pleasure—being as loud as you want. “Oh my G-God, harder! YES! Sonny, YES! Right there, fuck me, fuck me!”

Sonny could already see the outline of his cock bulging through your pelvis, pushing through and abusing your cervix again and again.

That “monster cock” as Sandra called it and wanted nothing to do with brought you to the heights of ecstasy without fail each and every time.

The tip of Sonny’s cock already hit your G-Spot with every thrust and Sonny knew just how to get you in to a cumming, moaning mess by working his fingers over your clit while he fucked you at the same time.

‘Sonny… Santino…’ Your mind would easily cross back to Sonny when you had your thighs wrapped around Michael’s waist, having sex with your husband but imagining his brother fucking you instead—wishing oh so badly how it should be Sonny instead.

Of course, neither you nor Sonny were surprised with the news of your pregnancy and only the two of you knew it was his and your baby instead of Michael’s—a secret that would stay a secret forever.

It made no difference to you and if anything, only brought more joy to the family to welcome a fifth child and your second daughter at that.

Sonny loved the name Luciana for a girl and teased you enough about it when you’d barely be able to stand and get out of bed with all of Sonny’s cum trickling down your thigh, so it was also the same name you chose to name your newborn daughter.

Despite being an out of wedlock affair baby, you and Sonny certainly didn’t think so nor were there any further or new growing suspicions either.

“She looks just like you,” Michael chuckled, unaware he was holding his brother’s daughter in his arms instead of his own. “She’s beautiful, Victoria.”

The second pregnancy coming six months later was just the icing on the cake. It made Michael happy to see how eager you were to have your family grow again despite the fact you were carrying Sonny’s child for the second time.

You gave birth to your fourth son whom you named Angelo nine months later and while the baby’s looks were from a mix of Victoria’s family such as your eyes, Vito’s smile and Giuseppe’s nose, you already had the perfect excuse for height related questions in the future.

There was no doubt your son and daughter would both be much taller than your biological children with Michael, but it was undeniable that all of your brothers are very tall to begin with.

There stands to be nothing to question your affair or the legitimacy of your two new children joining the family back to back. Michael suspects and knows nothing, just as it should be and both you and Sonny refuse to break off the endless desire and passion the two of you have for one another.

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Victoria being constantly horny for Sonny

Ah, if it isn’t the direct consequences of Victoria’s AU actions back in New York… 😅 Victoria should have listened more closely when Sandra and Lucy Mancini were going on and on about the sexual charm and dick size of this man. 💀💀

It’s one thing to feeling horny, exploring your arousal and heightening it and another to feel sexually frustrated, excited—letting your libido go wild but neither of those things cover what it’s like to crave your husband’s brother so much so that your pussy throbs and tingles at the very idea.

The feeling—the desire—the arousal towards it is wrong; you know this, your mind knows this, but your body wants otherwise.

Your body wants to be teased, pleased, fucked good, satisfied five times over—it has no concept of morality or rules. It wants what it wants and it seeks pleasure, nothing to be ashamed of.

But there’s everything to be ashamed of because the want which has quickly become a need isn’t towards your own husband, but to your brother-in-law.

You already lived through a lifetime of internal guilt when you had that one night stand with Sonny back in New York, but it takes two to tango and it almost unsettled you then because you can remember how comfortable and willing you were to give yourself to Sonny.

You weren’t feeling so guilty then—moaning, squirting, losing count of how many times both of you came, letting Sonny fuck and lick all your holes.

You may not want it to come to mind now, but when you were holding Sonny’s head against your pussy and he was eagerly trying to catch your squirt and cum in his mouth, you most definitely weren’t thinking about Michael but of how Sonny would make you cum next.

Above all else, that was a night of changes. Some things changed forever, others did temporarily, and the rest stayed the same.

What didn’t change was your love for Michael—romantically or sexually. He was still your husband, your soulmate, and your sex lives aren’t affected by your one night stand or how intensely horny you’ve gotten over Sonny.

Michael is a whole different world to you alone, and the sex you two have is sexy, erotic, borderline euphoric whether the two of you make love or are sloppily fucking.

Sonny on the other hand is nothing like his little brother. Sonny always fucks hard and sloppy. He loves getting dirty, kinky and messy—nothing is off limits for that man. Sonny fucks nasty, and he only gets worse when he’s craving you in specific.

Why not have both? It’s hard to think straight when it feels as if your pussy has a heartbeat of its own, wanting oh so desperately to be fucked.

Convenience and opportunity are another story. Sonny lives in the estate just next to yours—he’s always on the Lake Tahoe compound and he always has plenty of time for you marking convenience, but the real opportunity comes at hand because of Michael’s business trips or meetings away from home happen so often.

“Oh my God…” You murmur, exhaling shakily as you enter Sonny and Sandra’s estate.

You wish you could just look up and see Sandra and the children there to greet you, but you wouldn’t have exactly stepped a foot in here if you didn’t know for certain Sandra and the kids were in Reno for the rest of the day.

“Mrs. Corleone, hello.” One of the maids pops out of the kitchen, snapping you back to reality. “Are you looking for Sandra?”

“Uh no, actually.” You fix up a smile, “I was wondering if Santino is here?”

“Yes, Mr. Corleone is upstairs.” The maid nods happily, scooping up an empty laundry hamper.

You give her an appreciate nod but only continue to take small steps around the estate until you see with your own eyes that the maid exits out the front door and walks towards the central family estate—leaving you alone in here.

You can hear Sonny’s footsteps coming from his bedroom upstairs and you waste no further time in coming up the stairs knowing Sonny’s not expecting you.

Part of you wants to catch Sonny mid-shower or at least half naked in his bedroom, so you don’t bother to knock but open the bedroom door as if it was yours.

Sonny stands by the window, enjoying a cigarette while leaning the side of his body against the wall.

Expecting Sandra or just about anyone else, Sonny’s eyes light up with surprise when he sees you and then intrigue as he notices the half flustered, half frustrated look upon your face. “Vic, hey.”

“Cut the bullshit, Sonny.” You mutter, closing the door shut behind you. “You owe me answers and you owe them to me now.”

“Answers?” Sonny chuckles, confused. “Over just what, exactly?”

“Come on, don’t do this to me.” You shake your head with a sigh, walking up to him. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“Mm, no.” Sonny purses his lips, amused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about but whatever it is…” He reaches out his hand, playfully pinching your cheek. “It’s got you all hot and bothered.”

“What?” You try to hide back your surprise from how easily Sonny read your body language.

“Aw, baby, come on.” Sonny rolls his eyes playfully, “it’s not the first time I’ve seen you like this. Yeah, rosy cheeks, hot skin, that look in your eyes and not to mention…” Sonny points down to your thighs, “clenched legs. What—did Mike leave you feeling unsatisfied?”

“Shut up.” You glare back at Sonny. “That’s neither true nor funny. You don’t know why I’m here.”

“Actually, I do.” Sonny winks, throwing his finished cigarette out the window. “You think you’re the only woman whose walked up to me like this saying they want to talk? Why do you think I don’t sleep around anymore, Vic?”

“Because of Sandra,” you admit, feeling another tinge of guilt hit you. “Because you’re married to her and this is wrong—”

“What’s wrong, exactly?” Sonny smirks at you, knowing you’re playing right into his hand. “My wife lets me fuck around all I want. If I have permission, so what’s wrong about that?”

“It’s wrong for me.” You point out with a scoff. “And you know that. We should have never—look. If Sandra lets you fool around so much—”

“I don’t.” Sonny shrugs his shoulders. “Not anymore and I haven’t for weeks.”

“Great,” you say back sarcastically, “Santino Corleone hasn’t slept around for a few weeks, that’s a big accomplishment.”

Sonny laughs, shaking his head. “Lovin’ the sarcasm, Vic but c’mon—I haven’t touched Sandra since before New York.”

“What…?” Your cheeks flush scarlet as your eyes widen. “Why?”

“Meh.” Sonny appears nonchalant about it, “it’s not that big of a deal to me. I don’t get off to one orgasm a night, Vic. I don’t want Sandra anymore.”

“But—” You begin, but Sonny interrupts you.

“And if it was so wrong and immoral, then why would you be in my home—in my bedroom—knowing my wife and children aren’t home?” Sonny grazes his tongue over the front of his teeth. “Hmm? Come on, baby.”

Sonny takes a step towards you, closing off the space between your bodies.  “How much longer are you gonna be mad at me for? You know I didn’t do anything to you…” Sonny hooks his fingers into both sides of your skirt’s waistband, moving his hands towards your back to cup your ass while pulling your skirt down. “Nothing you didn’t want me to do, isn’t that right?”

Stunned, you breath hitches with Sonny so close to your face and you neither move nor stop him—giving Sonny the greenlight to snatch down your skirt with your panties.

“I can tell when you’re craving my cock, Vic.” Sonny breathes hotly against your lips, slicking a finger over your soaked clit before showing you how wet his finger has gotten.

“Sonny…” You breathe out, cringing from shyness and embarrassment as Sonny sucks his finger clean.

“Enough with the morality lesson, baby.” Sonny spanks your ass harshly, nudging you towards his bed. “Don’t have to make this any more ironic than it is. Complain and whine about my cock, then beg for it.”

“Who said I’m begging?” You mumble, crawling on top of the bed.

“You aren’t right now…” Sonny watches as you turn around, spreading your legs open entirely for him on the edge of the bed.  “But you will be.”

You refuse to reply back to his remark, feeling as if you’re going to burst from arousal and embarrassment having yourself spread open for a full view to Sonny.

“You’re so fucking wet that it’s getting all over the bed.” Sonny approaches you, throwing off his leather belt and pulling down his trousers. “See that…?”

“What?” You whimper, glancing down at your pussy as you hold your thighs open.

“Aha.” Sonny chuckles, spreading your pussy lips open with both thumbs, noticing how your clit is pulsating and contracting. “Come on, I know you feel that. You gotta…” Sonny leans down, sloppily kissing over your clit with tongue.

“Oh!” You cry out, noticing the throbbing sensation is only getting worse.

“Yeah, baby.” Sonny smirks, licking his lips before letting his ten-inch, erect cock spring free from his briefs. “Now you’ll beg.” He moves closer to you, pumping his cock in his hand. “You’ll beg because you want this so bad no matter how much you keep denying it.”

“Stop teasing me.” You bite down on your lip, feeling more wetness trickle between the folds of your pussy from just the sight of Sonny’s cock.

“Soon you’ll walk in here—” Sonny rests his shaft against your clit; the tip of his cock touching above your belly button. “And you’ll already be naked. You’ll get on the bed without me even telling you, won’t you?” Sonny slides his cock down, beginning to penetrate you.

“Ohhhhhhh fuck, f-fuck—” You moan shakily, pushing your hips up against Sonny’s. “Y-yes, yes, yes…!”

“This won’t get any better for you, Vic.” Sonny chuckles, gripping onto the bedsheets and beginning to thrust every inch of his thick cock inside of you. “But oh baby will I make you feel so good everytime.”