Taken by the Dominant Mafia

Introduction & PROLOG

Introduction -

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The Castillo Family has been after us for ages now.

They hate us, and the feelings are mutual.

My marriage is set with Lucifer Smirnov, to create an ally against the Castillo,. The Mafia family ruling the Brotherhood

But I am kidnapped on my wedding day.

In my bridal outfit.. Hours before, I could take my vows and become someone's wife.

I am Taken

By Mateo Castillo.

Cruel

Dominant

Cold.

Ruthless Mafia Prince…

He makes me his hostage. And he is my kidnapper.

He thinks he won. That he broke my wings as I was sent back after six months of being his captive.

Tainting me and my honor.

From being the Ice Princess of Vietillo Family to The Tainted shame attached with my name.

HE RUINED MY LIFE.

But the game has just begun.

I'll show him that I am not easy to break.

And that, a Vietillo never accepts defeat.

Through thick and thin..

I will bring the monster to his feet.

May the best one win. Because Revenge is forever.

"Its either he falls to his defeat.

Or I give into his demands."

- Taken By The Dominant Mafia.

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PROLOG

Chapter 1

Rosanna Vietillo POV

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The mirror held my reflection, the whole house had been decorated with beautiful flowers.

In a few hours, I was set to marry Lucifer Smirnov, the man I had met a week ago.

But the marriage was important, when it came to our families.

I know how significant it was.

My father Kirill Vietillo was killed by our enemies and if we didn't take back the lost control, we would be loosing too more than what we bargained.

That's why, I'm marrying a stranger.

I don't even remember his face, but I'll see him at the altar…

And recognize his voice.

“The wedding dress is here”

I turn around as I heard my cousin Belle, who was excited for me…

She held a grin as she glanced at me.

But I didn't feel it

This was more like an arrangement rather than a marriage.

But in our families, it was always an arrangement

An ally being made, in the name of marriage..

In numerous instances, the bride and groom are made aware of each other's name at the altar, while they are yet to take their vows.

And next comes the tradition of blood on the sheets, put on display after the wedding night.

Even though my pride and my ego hates that, I'm sure that Lucifer will do never miss the tradition…

Lucifer is known for being the man of honor, who has always put his family and business first

And that's what I am looking for in a husband.

Because I will always put my family, and it's honor, first…

Because as the saying goes,

"you are born to the bratva, and you will die for the bratva…”

“I have the tailor in the guest room, Be quick.

Try it on and let me know.

We don't have much time.

Your brother wants you to leave early.

Your mother is waiting downstairs”

Belle informs, as I stared at my wedding dress.

It felt too much.

I wasn't the girl who dressed up too much with a lot of make up.

But the other Part of me, which caused the lump in my throat unbearable, was the fact that my nineteenth birthday was tomorrow.

But here I was, picking my wedding dress.

My father had promised that he will hand over the business of the bratva, to me when I had impressed him with collecting the information about our enemies, which helped the family.

Even though he believed women were fit only to be wives, to bear children and to raise them. When it came to me, he didn't compromise.

I saw how women were treated in our families, and I hated that they were so weak that everybody lost their voice somehow.

And I would never blame a man for his actions because it's always the woman's silence that encourages him.

And now, all my plans had been turned upside down, having my father dead.

And my brother had taken over.

As he was the male heir

Next in line

“What are you waiting for?”

I glared at Belle, who hadn't stopped gawking at me, in awe.

“Leave.

I need to get dressed.

As you said, I have to leave early”

I Gritted out.

Even though I had given my consent to the marriage, a part of me was yet to accept it

But I wasn't in denial, either.

That should explain my rage, my anger.

If I could stab someone, I would.

Belle didn't argue this time, as she leaves without a word.

I kick my shoes, as I pin my hair in a messy up do.

The hairstylists and makeup artist are waiting.

But I'm not good at these things.

Feminine…

I should have been a man, then maybe I could have asked my brother Igor to shut the f**k up and let him know that I would be a better leader than him.

But I am a girl, nonetheless this marriage will empower me.

And I will take the control, Igor isn't smart.

Not as me.

His own wife doesn't fear him or respect him.

The thought of my brother makes me even angrier as I stripped down off my nightgown.

I got into my wedding dress, cursing the inventor of these heavy gowns.

When the door opened again, I expected it to be my clingy cousin Belle

But

Jericho stood at the door, his eyes staring at me like he needed to say something.

“Can't you knock Jericho?

Fuck.

Help with me with this zipper.

Who makes this dresses, anyway?”

I yelled, frustrated with everything that was happening around me.

Jericho walked towards me, as he slowly pulled my zipper up and when he was down he slid his hand around my waist, as he stared at our reflection in the mirror in front of us.

Jericho, my bodyguard.

“You don't have to get through this.

Lets runaway”

He whispered, his voice soft.

But I stepped away, shaking my head.

“I should get married, Jericho.

This is important”

I argued, as I looked through the covers to find my heels.

“Why?

There should be some other options left.

Marriage cannot be the only way here”

He counter asked.

As he stared at me.

If things could have gone my way, that is, if I had gained control over business? Jericho would have been my house husband.

He was my confidante.

He had vowed his life to go protect me.

But we never crossed any lines.

At the end of the day, I was the Vietillo's daughter.

And he was just our bodyguard.

Nonetheless I would have married him…

Because he would have been easy, compromising to everything I say…

“Why?

Because my father's body is still unfound.

They killed him, Jericho.

They f*****g killed him”

I stressed the words, as I didn't try to look away from him.

He had to know, the only reason I was going through all this was to destroy the family who had vowed to destroy mine.

“The Castillo men, came into our home.

They took my father as a captive.

And killed him.

What a shame?

What a shame that, we are here.

Like the toothless snakes.

Which is good for nothing”

My eyes burned as truth still felt like a lump in my throat.

But, as I told it was the truth

And truth can never be altered.

“There should be some other way”

Jericho shrugged.

And I shook my head.

“We don't have time.

This is the only way.

And don't worry, if Smirnov is a bad husband.

I'll poison him”

My voice lightened, as I said that

And he sighed, defeated

I know Jericho had his best intentions when it came to me.

But I knew what I was doing.

“Now, get out.

Send those people in.

Let them do my hair and make up.

I got to be one pretty bride.

And tonight everybody will know my name.

And all of them will be proud of me”

I ordered him, as I pointed at the door…

One pretty bride,…

I hated the word bride itself.

But family over anything…

NOTE :

Any names, businesses, places, or events used in this work are fictional. Any similarities to living or dead people, incidents, companies, products, or organizations are purely coincidental.

This book is a work of fiction and all the characters are imaginary.

Its a Dark Mafia Romance.

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