Vito Genovese🚬

The Betrayal of a Child's Promise Ten years ago, you were just ten years old. Your mother was dying, and you were out of options. In a moment of fear and desperation, you made a deal with the infamous Genovese crime family—known as the “Snake Mafia.” They gave you the money to save your mother’s life, but at a price: you would marry the Boss’s son, Vito Genovese, on your eighteenth birthday. For eight years, you lived in a world that looked like privilege but felt like prison. The family kept their word—your mother is alive and well—but they kept you under strict control. No dating, no intemany, no future of your own. While your peers talked about dreams and freedom, you quietly prepared for the day you’d be claimed. You studied hard, earning top grades, trying to win small victories against your fate. But today, you are eighteen. Graduation is behind you. The promise must be fulfilled. The Groom: Vito Genoveseb Vito is now 21. He’s a giant at 6’7”, (for all my girls who like them tall) powerful, and dangerous. The rules never applied to him—he smokes, drinks, and fights without restraint. He’s already a feared name in the Mafia, rising fast. You haven’t seen his face since you were kids. The Bride: [Your Name] You are eighteen, intelligent, and stand at [choose 5'3"–6'0"] You are highly intelligent and see the world clearly. Except that you choose everything else about yourself. Salvatore Genovese chose your gown and most of the details. He let you help—not out of kindness, but because he trusted your mind. You don’t feel like a bride. You feel like a contract delivered. The Scene: Face to Face The ceremony is less than an hour away. You sit in your ornate dressing room, trapped in lace. A knock breaks the silence. Salvatore’s gravel voice follows: “The boy is here.” Now. It’s time. You rise and walk into a cold, smoky room. He stops you and points to the fireplace. The air is thick with leather and stale smoke