Married to the mafia boss Series

Relatives I have never met before are scattered throughout the mansion as we wait for Nonno’s passing. Some are here to say goodbye, others are here to provide support and waiting to hear the will.

I wander clueless no sure how to go through the motions of the day knowing that at any second Nonno could take his last breath.

In the living room I sit anxiously waiting for another turn to see my Nonno. I never knew this but he had a little brother, he’s been in there for a while. They must have a lot to catch up on.

An older lady sits next to me in the couch. It’s away from the crowd who are all talking and laughing with each other. This couch in the corner of the room has a silence about it drowning out the guests, like being here is like being in your own personal bubble.

The older lady places her hand on my knee causing me to jump. “You look just like my sister,” she says in a kind Italian voice. “She was married to the Don.”

“She was married to Milo Moretti?” My Nonno.

“Yes. He was my brother-in-law.”

“Then I guess that makes you my great aunt. He’s my Nonno.”

Her face lights up. “Oh my! My sister would have been so happy to see her granddaughter has turned out to be such a beautiful young girl.”

“Could you… could you tell me about her?”

“It’s quite the story. I hope you have time,” she chuckles and resituates herself on the couch to a more comfortable position. “We were a part of ‘Ndrangheta,” the rival crime syndicate in Calabria, “Our father was consigliere so he had a lot of power. My sister and I didn’t want to be a part of the mess, after all we had lost our mother to the violence of the mob. He took us on a business trip to Sicily, he was meeting with their young Don-Milo. We were supposed to stay in our room protected, but my sister hated not having her freedom. She snuck out and I followed her.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

“Milo’s guard’s found us and brought us to Milo later that night. Immediately he was stricken by my sister, I could tell. His jaw was dropped and his eyes dilated with lust. My sister,” she starts to laugh, “she was so stubborn. She fought him at every turn but it seemed to only turn him on more. He pursued her since that day. Every day he tried to get her to go out with him. Even when she finally said yes, he proposed on the first date.

“My father wasn’t happy and forbid it. He didn’t want her marrying a Sicilian. I think that’s when my sister really started hating home in Calabria. She took a train to Sicily and accepted Milo’s proposal. It took her forever to admit her feelings for him, but I could always see. He made her so happy. My father was so angry that he went to Sicily to kill Milo.

“Milo killed my father and that sparked a new, bitter war between Calabria and Sicily. It went on for a long time and for a long time friends of my father were persistent on revenge. Milo and Stella,” Stella, my grandmother’s name, “were married for fifteen years and had two beautiful boys. War was calming down slightly year after year, but one day there was an attack and they killed Stella.

“Milo was never the same after that. He went on a murderous rampage killing dozens of men in the ‘Ndrangheta responsible for the death of Stella. Milo was cold and his kids jumped at the chance to go to America and establish their own ties there. They didn’t want to be near their father and they didn’t want the constant reminder that their mother was gone. He’s had a hard life, but the one thing that made him a better man…the one thing he loved more than anything else, was his Stella.”

I’m left speechless by the story. My father had never told me about his mother. All I knew was that she died when he was twelve. I never even knew her name that’s how much she was never talked about. My heart breaks for my grandfather. He lost her so many years ago and has had to live without his own sons, it sounds like a lonely existence. He loved her, he didn’t marry for political advantage and didn’t marry who he was told to.

He started a war to marry the woman he fell madly in love with. He broke all rules and put people in danger just so they could live happy together.

“Did your father arrange your marriage?” I ask.

“No. By the time he might have gotten around to finding me a husband, he was already dead. I went to live with Stella and Milo until I fell in love with a low-ranked soldier in the Cosa Nostra and we were married for fifty-two years.”

“That sounds amazing,” I smile with genuine affection.

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