How Much Stronger Can a Friend Make You?

"Dona!" Noemi Isabella Russo – my best friend since I was 15 years old, that I met when she arrived in here 3 years ago, also in Junior year, she's months older than me as she's from August 7th– called me as strode inside the communal living room near the dorms, running to me with her waist-length straight blonde hair bouncing behind her with it's ends dyed hot pink.

I turned to her, "Bella, where were you?" I opened my arms and she jumped on me, giving me a hug, her oranges scent invading my nostrils.

A mischievous grin curled up in her lips, "Getting laid," she purred.

"You were still in the director's office?" I whispered as we left to our dorm together, away from the eavesdropping ears of the other kids.

She is as wicked as me, and she's been obsessed over Priest Ivo Valcareggi, my nonno's classmate and the director, currently 59 years old, though he looks 40 at maximum, and is pretty for an older men, but not my cup of tea. As a Priest, he's single, and even since she came to Scarlatti at 15, she's been getting into trouble just to be near him, though lesser trouble that would only get her to him.

Last winter, she made a move on him. Well, according to her, she got naked in his desk, spread her legs for him and begged him to exorcise the lust demon inside her womb with his cock. They've been fucking ever since, and sometimes she leaves our dorm at night and goes to his in the northwestern side of the castle, and sleeps there. She even got into birth control for him, since she said he likes to fuck raw and to cum inside her, saying that was the will of Dio and some shit.

Sometimes we get into trouble together, and since the director wants to be alone with her so he can stick his cock in her pussy, he sends me to the headmaster, because he considers me more trouble than her. It's true, and nobody suspects it.

She kissed one of the girls in the morning, where one of the many Priestesses could see just to be sent to him, and she's been in his office since after lunch. "Didn't you tell me you two fucked before you came to our dorm last night?" I gasped, envious.

Bella grinned like a devil, "We have quite the appetite."

"Ugh, I envy you, babe," I growled, locking our door behind us. Locking our doors is against the rules, not like I care. "I wish I was like that with Dante," she's the only one who knows what happens, what I feel, how obsessed I am with him, and what he does when he 'punish' me.

"Girl, you need to loose your V-card before you turn 18," she said, jumping on her bed and groaning. "Ugh, I'm so sore. He fucked me so well, ugh, Dona, I love his cock so much. Seriously, I can't have fucking enough. I can't wait for next year to come soon, he wants me to give him a baby."

"At least you can do that," I scoffed self-deprecatingly.

She flinched, sitting up and turning her sad gaze to me, "Dona, do not beat yourself about that. It's not your fault."

Laying down on my bed, I caressed my lower belly, feeling the new scar marking my skin, clenching my jaw and closing my eyes not to cry again about this. "I was caught off guard," I whispered, "it… it happened too fast. I angered too many people, I made too many enemies. This was the consequences of my reckless actions all those years, Bella."

"Dona, hey," she stood up from her bed and came to mine, jumping over me like a monkey and hugging me. "Don't do this to yourself, babe. I was there, I know what happened, your were not alone."

"But you were not the target, Bella," I sighed, hugging her. "I'm sorry for causing you to suffer through that with me. I,"

"Hey, we've been through this. It's been three months, yeah? I'm fine, I'm okay, I was not stabbed or hurt irreversibly, Dona. We were both victims, it's not our fault, we were just doing a daily thing, shopping some new clothes, they came out of nowhere, we don't have foresight, we could not see it coming, okay?" She caressed my hair. "Though I can't help but think that had you not been in Florence with me and my familie, and had stayed in Palermo with nonno and Giorgio, this wouldn't have happened. You would be safe and,"

"We planned for me to be with you there for years, Bella, there was no, me-not-going," I reassured her. "I knew the danger of being in Florence, since that's the territory of the Santelli, and they don't like any conflict from other families on their land. They were bitter about me ever since I killed my parents' killers in there, even if they had killed by parents first, it was a conflict between the Franceschini and the Campogalliani, nothing to do with the Santelli. They also hate me because I killed their allies 2 summers ago, they consider me a psychopath, and as psychopathy passes down on the genes, they…" I swallowed, feeling my entire soul shaking, "did this."

"You are not a psychopath," she cried with me. "You didn't deserve this, Dona. They tortured you and… I'm so sorry, I couldn't do anything."

"They drugged you and forced you to watch while being tired up, Bella, there was nothing you could do. It's… it's okay, I'm glad you were with me there, it gave me strength, it helped me not to break in front of them. Your parents called for nonno on time, we only stayed in their hands for three days, it could have been worse. They could have raped me, tortured and raped you, but they didn't, because all they wanted was to break me. And though they achieved that," I smile self-deprecatingly, "I didn't break in front of them. I didn't give them the satisfaction."

"They mutilated you, Dona," she cried, "that's no lesser assault."

I swallowed, "They didn't take my life."

"Dona,"

"At least, nonno came up with an excuse to keep me at home while I healed from the attack and the torture," I closed my eyes again. "I don't want the kids in the school to know what happened to me. I… Do you… Do you think my new condition could make him stay away from me? Could make him repulsed… of me?"

She gasped exasperated, "No, Dona. How could you even consider that? He's literally a Priest, even if he's a morally grey unholy one with very questionable belief in Dio, he is a Priest regardless. He went through a load of shit, you told me yourself, he's also from the mafia like you, and besides, he did became a Priest for whatever reason. A Priest is supposed to not have a wife even less kids."

"Ivo is also a Priest, and he wants kids with you," I countered.

Bella swallowed, "He's older enough to be my nonno, it's different, Dona. He probably saw all his friends being parents, and becoming nonni, then their grandchildren being old enough to have kids of their own," she pointed to me. "He felt lonely and never got he guts to break his vow."

"Until you," I added and she nodded.

"Until me. He's actually thinking of resigning her next year, and to walk away from the position of Priest to be with me after I graduate. He's done with those delinquents, and he wants a family of his own. When he finally gave in and fucked me, he told me from the beginning that was his intention with me, and that we wouldn't work if I didn't want that too. He's a millionaire, and so am I, and thankfully I'm not the heiress of my familie but the 3rd daughter, not even the youngest since I have my two younger sisters. He's been clear about wanting to get me pregnant as soon as I was done with school, and that he would put a ring on my finger and provide for me and our child, and that he would help me get into college later on if I wanted to."

I chuckled anxiously, "You don't want to go to college though."

She blushed, "No, I don't. I'm not from the mafia like you, neither am I a heiress or,"

"I'm not the heiress anymore, Bella," I whispered.

It took her a second, "What," she sat down, staring, "the fuck?"

"I'll just be the heiress apparent, but I'm not the heiress anymore."

"What the fuck are you talking about, Dona?" She frowned.

I swallowed and closed my eyes, pain taking over me, still laying on my back, head up, my hands back to the newest scar in my body, "The matriarch of a familie needs to be able to conceive children, I am now not suitable in that part of the job anymore. So, I'll stay as the matriarch until Giorgio's firstborn is old enough to take over, be it girl or boy. Had my lil brother been skilled to take over, he would became the heir in my place."

"You can't be fucking serious. What about adoption?"

I bounced my head negatively, "I could never adopt an innocent kid into a mafia familie knowing they will end broken like myself, Bella."

"You are not broken, Donatella, Jesus Christ, don't say that. You ain't a porcelain doll. You're perfect, and,"

"I am broken, Bella," I brought my shaky hands up to my face, the tears breaking through my eyelids and rolling down the sides of my face. "I am emotionally and now physically broken. I've been broken ever since my parents were killed in front of me when I was a child. You know that, you know how fucked I am. And now I… I can't even… maybe it was for the best. Maybe this happened how it had to, maybe I was never made to,"

"Don't do this to yourself, Dona, please," she cried, hugging me once again. "I'm here with you. We can raise my kids together. You can be their second mamma and,"

I hugged her, "I love you, Bella, thank you for being my sister."

She swallowed, shaking softly, "Thank you, Dona," she hugged me back. "I never thought I would find a real sister in someone as wicked and crazy as me, even more than me actually. You're my favorite girl."

"You are my favorite girl too," I giggled softly.

"Oh my Dio," she sat up again, naughtiness overloading her face, "I have an idea that might get me with Ivo again and you with Dante."

I blinked, brushing the sadness away, sitting up, staring, "How?"

"We should have sex!" She grinned devilishly.

My skin felt like lava, "You and… me?"

Bella grinned flirty, "Wanna do it?"

"Are you serious?" I blinked.

"Hell yeah, baby girl!"