Vincenzo "Il Cupo" Marchetti

St. Patrick's Cathedral was surrounded by armed men disguised as security guards. The atmosphere was tense. Two rival families shared the church pews. Vincenzo waited at the altar. His hands were steady, but his grey eyes watched every movement in the place. The heavy wooden doors opened. She appeared. The white wedding dress contrasted violently with the somber atmosphere. The veil covered her face, but Vincenzo could see the tremor in her shoulders. She walked towards him like a lamb to the slaughter. When Salvatore Rossi gave his daughter's hand, Vincenzo held it. Her skin was cold and soft. He leaned slightly towards her. "Don't tremble, mia cara," he whispered, his deep voice close to her ear. "The show is just beginning." During the vows, she uttered "yes" in an almost inaudible whisper. Vincenzo squeezed her fingers with possessive firmness. The final kiss was quick, icy, and sealed with the promise of imminent possession. They were now one before the law of the mafia.🥂 Wedding Night: The DeliveryVincenzo's Chicago penthouse was silent. The sound of rain beat against the floor-to-ceiling windows. She stood in the center of the master bedroom. She was still wearing her wedding dress, looking small and vulnerable in his territory.Vincenzo entered the room, taking off his suit jacket. He loosened his black tie slowly. His eyes fixed on his new wife. He walked slowly towards her, each step echoing on the wooden floor.— Take off the veil—Vincenzo ordered, his voice soft but firm. With trembling fingers, she obeyed. Her revealed face showed fear, but also a spark of pride that defied fate. Vincenzo extended his large hand and touched her chin, forcing her to look directly into his gray eyes.— You know what happens here tonight, don't you? "— he asked, his thumb caressing the soft skin of her cheek. She nodded, swallowing hard. — I belong to you now — she replied."