His Light

Book 1

There is nobody in the world that I could possibly hate more than Domenico Morelli, everything about him either screams money (I mean loud obnoxious screams, the kind that rupture ear drums) or exudes cockiness. Everything about his reeks power from the way his dark features carry his through the darkest corners of the clubs, he stands at roughly six feet tall last time I had seen him five years ago with his dark brown eyes and black hair, with every bit of him covered in tattoos and some kind of muscle. Tragically my sister, Katerina decided to marry this over-confident, terrifying man along with his family when she marches down the aisle to him in several months.

I haven’t seen my sister in over five years, she always was the perfect sister, with her long blonde hair and blue eyes, she was even blessed with the perfect height at five feet and five inches. She had the perfect sun kissed tan skin and the brains to match it, of course Domenico would go after a girl like her, she’s the type of queen you want backing the mafia family. Its one of the many reasons she stayed with my dad when our parents separated and I had to go with my mom. Our tempers were unmatched when it came to the way my moms and I would run business with my dad versus how he and my sister decided to run the business.

I guess, even at the age of fourteen my father could tell that I was going to be a exact copy match of my mother, with our curly auburn locks and green eyes. However, the one way I had surpassed my sister was in her height. Currently I stand at five feet and seven inches tall with my long curly hair and unlike my sisters slender figure , I tend to have extra curves to my long figure.

“SOFIA! WHY IS THERE RED PAINT ON YOUR JEANS1 I JUST BOUGHT THESE” My mothers voice echos down into my room, storming into my room.

I was currently trying to listen to some music that was playing out of my headphones by the band, Two Feet. The music was blaring into my ears to avoid the deep unexpected terror of meeting up with my sister in a few days. I am pretty sure I have painted every single object or picture that has ever been in my head and while my mom has been pissed about how many articles of clothing I have ruined; my art professor could not have been happier.

Even angry, my mother could not have been prouder of the art student that I have become in recent years. Tapping me on the shoulder, she looks at me and points on the recently bought jeans with the washed and blurred print of red paint. Setting down my paint brush onto my palette and ripping off my headphones.

“Mom, I think one day you’ll have to face the noise that im not nearly as elegant as you were at nineteen and I probably never will be. IM getting my bachelors in art and Im perfectly happy getting messy with my paint.” I tried to sound as calm and anxiety free as possible.

“Sofia, you need at least one good pair of jeans, especially with your sisters party coming up, you know how important it is that you look good. Now come on, go change and then we will go to the boutique and see what we have to rush order?” she stated. I knew the second it came out, she posed it as a question, but it never was.

After my mom and I had moved away from everything that I had ever known, my mom decided to open boutique of couture gowns and evening wear. Honestly, I was more worried that I would fumble and say the wrong thing that about what to wear, but my mom has a thing Any feeling that isn’t pure excitement can be fixed with shopping or being in the boutique.

3 hours later

“Mom, I swear this has to be the gown. I don’t know what you have against green—” excitement practically screaming in my voice.

Coming out of the tiny booth, I had completely forget about this dress until my mother handed it to me behind the curtain. It was a deep green, with flowy off the shoulder satin straps, a tight lined corset and a skirt that flowed from the hips down with a long slit stopping right before my pussy came out.

“Bellissima, Ma mia luce” ( Beautiful, My light ) my mother’s voice quivered, the tears pouring out of her beautiful green eyes.

My cheeks were flushed, it wasn’t very often that there was ever a reason for me to put on one of our gowns, but my sister warned me every high-powered alpha male mafia boss within the state was coming to the event and to “dress the part”. After mom and I found the dress for the occasion we found a few others that would work for different occasions just to be safe and then she had me go home and pack for the trip.

My mom let me borrow some of her classier shirts, I haven’t bothered mom in a while after she received a phone call from Katerina and then started ranting off in her angry Italian which was nearly impossible to keep up with once it mixed in with her Russian. I just went back to my painting before she came back in here to help me pack, half the time I have fog brain and forget half of the necessities like our trip to Rome for a client I forgot our make up bag.

“Mama, what's wrong? Did something happen to Katerina? I can drive?” I asked as I went to hold her delicate hands. My mom just shook her head, but if something wasn’t wrong with Katerina I don’t know what could make her so angry.

“Your father made the decision to have Katerina marry into another mafia family, the Morelli’s, I know I haven’t spoke to him in years but I cant believe he would marry her off without asking or telling me,” mom said with disdain.

“” Wait, mom? Did you say Domeico Morelli?” I looked at mom with fear poppingout of my eyes. I knew Domenico Morelli; he was the second oldest son of Marco Morelli and just happened to be my childhood bully.

“Come on, let me help you pack. IM going to go get the hotel situated real quick and I want you to get there a few days ahead of time and DO Not tell anybody your there. I want you to explore the city and see if there is any gossip amongst some of the people from the clubs or the city. If one fo my daughters is being married off we need to know what you’re heading into.” My mother started listing off commands that she wanted me to follow against the war with my father.

At some point, my mother had put me on a plane with at least three bags of luggage and sent me off to Florence, Italy. I think, once I finally reached Hotel San Florence Palac, I passed out for almost two days. Once I finally woke up it was about time to start getting ready Kats party and all of my nerves came rushing back to me while I sipped on my espresso shot. After I washed out my hair and left my curly locks to air dry I did a winged eyeliner with a smokey look to highlight my eyes and some light foundation so my freckles could poke through. Mom always said my I shouldn’t cover up my freckles, that they were unique like my hair.

I put a sparkly clip with pearls into the side of my hair to pull some of my hair back on my left side and put on the green dress. Accentuating every curve I possibly had from the v neck showing off my breast to the thigh high slit showing off my legs.

Coming out of the room and standing in the lobby was childhood crush, Alessandro Borghese, his blonde hair and wicked jawline were practically cutting through the background. The worst part was the way he was looking at my in that moment, there was not enough air in room for my lungs to fill justified. Next thing I knew He was embracing me with those long arms around my waits whispering in my ear “ beautiful as always, Kat sent me to pick you up but if you want you can take a picture it should do , for now” releasing me from his warm embrace, suddenly the air around me felt cold and my cheeks were practically burning from the embarrassment.

He walked me over to the family car when happened to be a military grade black SUV with tinted windows. Star-struck as he walks me over to the backseat, I ask, “What’s the reason for the car, it’s not like I’m the president or something?” I look at him through the mirror as he holds eye contact with me , making everything go away except the butterflies that seem to be growing and multiplying like flies.

“Your sister mandated it since things have been a little conflict ridden with the other groups of people around town, we have to keep the product merchandise protected, you know what I mean?” He looks at me completely serious as we head over to the party in the old family home.

Before I could even completely register what was being said, we were home. At least that’s what I told myself when the exterior of the house I grew up in appeared into thin air. Suddenly Alessandro was opening the car door for me with a hand out to help me position myself without exposing my vagina to the people staring.

Standing next to his car behind us, was the most beautiful, sexy man I've ever seen. The look he gave me sent shivers roaming through my spine and back down through my legs, as every part of became needy to know his touch and name.