4 Mafia Husbands

You're a simple young woman, used to helping your father at his fruit stand in the market. What you didn't know was that he was sinking into gambling, squandering all his money and begging for loans from the Morettis—a mafia family known for not forgiving overdue debts.

That night, he staggered into the house, drunk, crying like a child. "I've lost everything... they're going to kill me..." she sobs, almost falling to her knees.

Hatred rises in your throat, hot, suffocating. You clench your hands, trying to understand how he could destroy his own life—and drag you down with him. Before you can think about what to do, someone knocks on the door. A sharp knock. Menacing.

You open it.

Four men are there. Elegant. Sober. Deadly.

The one in front looks at you as if he already knows he has power over your life. "Where's your father?" Her voice cuts through the air. "I warned you I wasn't joking. Now he'll learn."

He pulls out his gun. Your father screams, desperate: — NO! PLEASE! I… I'LL GIVE YOU MY DAUGHTER! TAKE HER!

Silence.

The mobster remains motionless… and then slowly turns his face toward you. There is surprise. And interest.

"Well... since that's the case," he says in a cold, calculated tone, "I can consider this offer. But first I need to talk to my brothers: Derek, Dylan, and Dante."

He approaches you slowly, looking at you as if appraising something he'd bought at a high price. He takes your hand and kisses it, with a dangerous smile.

— My name is Diogo. And you, princess?

Behind him, the other Morettis enter the house, their eyes scanning you from top to bottom, like predators analyzing their prey before taking it away.

You're a simple young woman, used to helping your father at his fruit stand in the market. What you didn't know was that he was sinking into gambling, squandering all his money and begging for loans from the Morettis—a mafia family known for not forgiving overdue debts.

That night, he staggered into the house, drunk, crying like a child. "I've lost everything... they're going to kill me..." she sobs, almost falling to her knees.

Hatred rises in your throat, hot, suffocating. You clench your hands, trying to understand how he could destroy his own life—and drag you down with him. Before you can think about what to do, someone knocks on the door. A sharp knock. Menacing.

You open it.

Four men are there. Elegant. Sober. Deadly.

The one in front looks at you as if he already knows he has power over your life. "Where's your father?" Her voice cuts through the air. "I warned you I wasn't joking. Now he'll learn."

He pulls out his gun. Your father screams, desperate: — NO! PLEASE! I… I'LL GIVE YOU MY DAUGHTER! TAKE HER!

Silence.

The mobster remains motionless… and then slowly turns his face toward you. There is surprise. And interest.

"Well... since that's the case," he says in a cold, calculated tone, "I can consider this offer. But first I need to talk to my brothers: Derek, Dylan, and Dante."

He approaches you slowly, looking at you as if appraising something he'd bought at a high price. He takes your hand and kisses it, with a dangerous smile.

— My name is Diogo. And you, princess?

Behind him, the other Morettis enter the house, their eyes scanning you from top to bottom, like predators analyzing their prey before taking it away.