For longest time, Sofia operated strictly as trophy wife inside Bonanno family—status symbol Old Martin used to flex his power.
Beautiful women are always ultimate trophies for powerful men, pure displays of strength and charisma.
So naturally, nobody ever bothered asking Sofia for her opinion.
But Sofia's legal status was bulletproof. She was Old Martin Bonanno's official wife, legally married with priest's blessing.
With Little Martin dead and Old Martin lacking any other heirs, Sofia obviously held actual weight as his wife.
If Old Martin finally kicked bucket, Sofia was his sole heir. She'd instantly become massively wealthy widow.
Assuming she survived, of course.
Mafia doesn't play by legal rules, and it wasn't just Mafia she had to worry about.
Weak woman inheriting massive fortune with absolutely zero protection? She'd get torn to shreds by every predator in city.
In highly Social Darwinist environment like America, showing weakness is absolute worst play. Blood in water brings sharks.
And Sofia, from her outward appearance straight down to her core, was textbook weakling.
Felice shot Sofia a glance, completely devoid of emotion. At his age, beautiful women didn't really move needle for him anymore.
"Mr. Joker, you're saying we should listen to Mrs. Bonanno?"
"Obviously! Dead kid was her stepson, and Mr. Bonanno is her husband. Are you saying she doesn't have right to speak?"
Felice desperately wanted to say no, but shutting her down publicly would look incredibly sketchy.
Mafia is highly tight-knit syndicate. Most members are either friends or blood relatives, making tradition and respect massively important.
Sofia had been boss's wife for ten years. If Felice openly disrespected her before even officially taking over, it would definitely rub made men wrong way.
Felice was traditionalist. He didn't want to rock boat, so he feigned generosity and turned to Sofia.
"He's right! So, Mrs. Bonanno, what are your thoughts on current situation?"
Sofia's mind went completely blank. What kind of thoughts was trophy wife supposed to have?
"I... I..."
She stammered, completely unable to form coherent sentence. Her performance left Felice highly satisfied.
Right then, Joker stepped up behind Sofia and rested hand heavily on her shoulder.
"Mrs. Bonanno, speak your mind! Don't worry about saying wrong thing. Absolutely nobody is going to hurt you."
Sofia felt like Joker's voice and touch carried literal magic, igniting something deep inside her called courage.
Courage was exactly what Sofia had always lacked. Fueled by it, she finally found her voice.
"I believe both Mr. Marino and Mr. Costa make valid points. We absolutely must investigate Korean restaurant massacre. We can't let traitors walk, but we can't blindly execute innocent men either. Therefore..."
As she spoke, Sofia's body trembled slightly. Only Joker, with his hand on her shoulder, could feel it.
It wasn't fear. It was pure adrenaline.
For first time in her life, Sofia was experiencing sheer rush of deciding other men's fates. Feeling was highly intoxicating, almost addictive.
Luckily, Joker squeezed her shoulder, snapping her back to reality before she got completely lost in it, otherwise she would have missed Felice's response.
"Mrs. Bonanno is absolutely right. So why don't you hand Francis Ricci over to me? I guarantee I'll make him spill everything!"
That instantly made Antonio panic.
"Bullshit! Letting animal like Francis Ricci breathe for one more second is insult to our laws! He needs bullet in his head right now!"
"Antonio, you're definitely hiding something!"
"Fuck you! You're just using this to purge your rivals, Felice!"
Two old men started screaming at each other again, escalating rapidly. Looked like they were about to literally throw hands.
Joker squeezed Sofia's shoulder again, signaling her to step up.
Sofia gathered her courage and screamed.
"Enough! If you want to scream at each other, take it outside! We are not doing this here!"
Felice and Antonio were instantly stunned into silence.
Sofia glared at both of them.
"Since you two clearly can't agree, hand Francis Ricci over to me. I will handle interrogation and give you an answer!"
Felice scoffed coldly. Wasn't perfect outcome, but he could live with it.
He'd already won massive leverage tonight without lifting a finger. Pure luck.
But in America, luck is considered real skill. Highly religious folks swear by it.
Antonio, however, looked incredibly grim. As long as Francis wasn't in his hands, it was worst-case scenario.
But Antonio couldn't keep arguing without looking wildly suspicious. Half made men in room were already staring at him with heavy doubt.
With Francis in Sofia's custody, Antonio at least had buffer time to react.
If Felice took Francis, old bastard would probably be kicking Antonio's door down with forced confession by morning.
So, both men stayed quiet, silently accepting Sofia's ruling.
Sofia perfectly played two heavyweights against each other to secure her prize. Otherwise, she never would have pulled it off.
Seeing them back down, Sofia spoke again.
"Rafferty!"
Older, fifty-something soldier stepped out of crowd.
"Here!"
(Rafferty)
Despite being trophy wife for decade, Sofia still knew a few guys.
Rafferty was veteran who frequently ran errands for her. He was reliable. At least for now.
"Grab some guys, tie up Francis Ricci and Alberto Bruno, and drag them back to Bonanno estate. Make sure ties are tight!"
"Yes, Mrs. Bonanno!"
Rafferty nodded, flagged down few buddies, and got to work.
Sofia took deep breath and stood up. Her eyes were incredibly sharp, radiating entirely new aura.
It was absolute metamorphosis. Caterpillar finally breaking out of its cocoon and turning into butterfly.
More accurately, it was weakling transforming into apex predator.
Strength isn't about gender, height, or muscle mass. It's pure mindset.
Clearly, Sofia's mindset had just undergone massive reboot.
"That concludes tonight's sit-down. Once investigation wraps up, I will announce results to everyone!"
Sofia shot Joker quick glance, then walked purposefully toward St. Lucy's main doors.
Every single Bonanno member parted seamlessly, creating clear path and watching her leave.
Absolutely nobody expected Francis's power play to end like this.
When Sofia finally got back to her bedroom at Bonanno estate, whole thing felt like fever dream.
"Did that actually just happen?"
She pinched her arm hard. Pain confirmed she wasn't dreaming, but surreal feeling refused to fade.
She desperately needed to talk to someone just to anchor herself to reality.
Right then, someone knocked on her bedroom door.
"Who is it?"
"Mrs. Bonanno, it's Rafferty."
"What is it?"
"We've locked Francis Ricci and Alberto Bruno inside estate guest rooms."
"Understood. I'll deal with them tomorrow. I'm going to sleep now."
Clear dismissal. Rafferty immediately took hint.
"Yes, Mrs. Bonanno. Have a good night."
Footsteps faded down hall. Sofia finally let out heavy sigh of relief.
Even though she just flexed massive authority at St. Lucy's, she knew she was still physically weak. Mindset upgrade didn't change that.
That was hard reality. No getting around it.
She still needed to play it highly cautious.
Suddenly, soft tapping hit her window, startling hell out of her.
But when she saw who was outside, fear instantly vanished, replaced by pure relief. It was Lawson.
She quickly threw window open, eyes lighting up.
"Lawson, what are you doing here?"
"Figured someone was probably dealing with massive emotional crash right now, so I came to check in. Your room is incredibly hard to find, by way."
"So... you came specifically because you care about me?"
Sofia bit her lip softly, completely ignoring his second sentence.
"Yeah. Is that problem?"
Lawson genuinely cared. He knew her mental state was highly fragile, so he headed straight here after slipping away from church.
He was worried she might crack under pressure, skipping victory lap with Svafa just to check on her.
But looking at her now, she seemed completely fine. Zero signs of breakdown.
Probably because two massive mountains crushing her life just got leveled.
Old Martin and Francis had been her worst nightmares. Seeing both destroyed finally let her build actual confidence.
Especially Francis, who Lawson basically neutralized right in front of her. That instantly rewired her brain.
Massive smile broke across Sofia's face, leaving Lawson slightly confused about what she was so happy about.
"Lawson, were you Joker at church?"
"Nope. That was friend of mine."
Carrying live explosives is massive federal felony. Lawson obviously wasn't going to admit it. Didn't matter anyway; Sofia knew truth.
One look at her eyes proved it. Right now, Lawson was only thing she saw.
"Did you see me? How did I do?"
"Uh-huh. Saw whole thing. You handled it exactly like a queen. Absolutely flawless."
"Really? If I did that well, don't I get reward?"
Sofia looked exactly like little girl begging for praise, despite being thirty years old.
That lethal mix of innocent girl and mature widow totally caught Lawson off guard.
Lawson leaned in closer. Sofia sensed exactly what was happening, eyes fluttering shut as her breathing hitched.
Like rule says: if beautiful girl closes her eyes and blushes in front of you, she wants you to kiss her.
Rule definitely applies to mature women too. Lawson didn't hesitate. He kissed her.
Sofia's body instantly went rigid, then completely melted.
She went so soft she practically collapsed backward, pulling Lawson down with her.
Growing up in insanely conservative Catholic family, Sofia never had boyfriend before marrying Old Martin.
And Old Martin never touched her after wedding. Guy's hardware had completely flatlined years ago.
So, this was literally Sofia's first kiss. Meaning behind it was massive.
She threw herself entirely into it, losing all track of time and location, totally intoxicated by exchange.
After long while, Sofia finally snapped back to reality when she felt highly aggressive threat pressing against her. She opened her eyes, looking at Lawson in shock.
Couldn't be helped. Sofia was stunning. She carried this intoxicating melancholic vibe, stacked with widow, housewife, and elite socialite attributes.
What normal guy could resist that?
Plus, Sofia's body was incredibly full and soft. Once Lawson grabbed hold, he definitely didn't want to let go. Things naturally escalated.
Mrs. Bonanno was completely swept up in heat. Despite having absolutely zero experience, she actively reached out to grab destiny, eager to push transformation to next level.
But Lawson forced himself to cool down. He knew timing was highly dangerous, so he stopped her hands.
Sofia's grip on power was currently way too fragile. Her authority derived entirely from Old Martin's name. If she got busted sleeping around right now, she'd lose everything instantly.
"Lawson, do you think I'm dirty? I swear Old Martin never touched me. I'm completely pure!"
"No! Timing is just completely wrong. We need to hold off for bit."
Sofia felt like he was just blowing her off. Women are highly sensitive about this kind of rejection.
Left with no choice, Lawson silenced her with deep kiss, using actions to prove his point.
Sofia instantly melted back into kiss. Lawson then did her a solid and manually handled her massive hormone spike.
During process, Lawson confirmed her secret—she genuinely was just as inexperienced as Blake.
Lawson never expected Old Martin actually kept stunner like Sofia purely as untouched display piece for ten years. Rich guys have severely twisted logic.
Since Old Martin was so generous, Lawson didn't mind stepping up. Leaving absolute beauty like Sofia untouched was complete waste of natural resources.
But going all way wasn't happening tonight. Lawson strictly used his hands to make Mrs. Bonanno's dreams come true.
Sofia clung to Lawson like drowning woman. Took her long time to finally come down from high.
Once she recovered, she immediately noticed Lawson's highly uncomfortable situation.
"Lawson, what about you?"
"I'll handle it myself later."
Sofia bit her lip. She wasn't selfish woman. She decisively lowered her head and took charge.
(Sofia Bonanno)
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Her fingers, still shaking from the aftershocks of her own climax, tugged at Lawson's belt with surprising determination. The heavy buckle clinked open, zipper rasping down, and she freed him—thick, hard, and throbbing right in front of her flushed face. Sofia's breath hitched at the sight. She had zero experience, but the ache between her own thighs and the raw need in Lawson's eyes told her exactly what to do.
"Lawson…" she whispered, voice husky and trembling with new hunger. "Let me… I want to make you feel good too."
Before he could answer, she leaned in and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the swollen tip. Her full lips parted, tongue darting out to taste him—salty, masculine, addictive. Lawson groaned low in his throat, one hand sliding into her dark hair, the other reaching down to grope the heavy swell of her breast through her dress. He squeezed, thumb brushing the stiff peak of her nipple, and Sofia moaned around him, the vibration shooting straight through his cock.
She took him deeper, inch by inch, her warm, wet mouth stretching around his girth. Inexperienced but eager, she sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks, tongue swirling clumsily yet passionately along the underside. Every few seconds she pulled back just enough to drag her lips up and down the shaft in sloppy, heated kisses—wet, obscene sounds filling the quiet bedroom—before plunging down again, taking him to the back of her throat until her eyes watered.
Lawson's free hand roamed lower, sliding under the hem of her dress to grope the soft, full curve of her ass. He kneaded the flesh roughly, fingers digging in, pulling her closer so her tits pressed against his thigh. "Fuck, Sofia… just like that," he growled, voice rough. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in another fierce kiss the moment she came up for air—tongues tangling hot and messy, saliva slick between them. She tasted like him now, and the thought made her whimper into the kiss.
Then she was back on him, bobbing faster, one small hand wrapping around the base to stroke what she couldn't swallow. Her other hand clutched his hip, nails digging in as she worked him with everything she had. Lawson's grip tightened in her hair, guiding her rhythm while his other hand kept groping—squeezing her breast, pinching her nipple, then sliding back down to slap and knead her ass again. The mix of gentle dominance and raw lust made her moan louder, the sound muffled and vibrating around his cock.
She looked up at him through thick lashes, eyes glassy with lust, cheeks hollowed, lips stretched obscenely around him. The sight of the once-untouchable mafia widow on her knees, eagerly sucking him off like she was starving for it, pushed Lawson right to the edge.
"Sofia—shit—I'm close," he warned, voice strained.
She didn't pull away. Instead she sucked harder, tongue fluttering, one hand gently cupping and massaging his balls while the other pumped his shaft in time with her mouth. Her own body was on fire again, thighs slick, nipples aching from his earlier groping. She wanted this—wanted to taste him, to feel him lose control because of her.
With a guttural groan, Lawson came hard, hips jerking as he spilled down her throat. Sofia swallowed every drop, greedy and eager, not letting a single bit escape. Only when he was spent did she slowly pull off, placing one last soft, lingering kiss on the sensitive head before sitting back on her heels, lips shiny and swollen, breathing hard.
She looked up at him with a shy, proud little smile, cheeks flushed crimson. "Did… did I do okay?" she asked, voice soft but already sounding more confident, more alive.
Lawson pulled her up into his arms, kissing her deep and slow, tasting himself on her tongue. His hands roamed again—groping her ass with both palms this time, pressing her soft body flush against him. "You were fucking perfect," he murmured against her lips between hotter, wetter kisses. "But we still have to be careful, baby. Can't let anyone catch us yet."
Sofia melted into the kisses, grinding subtly against his thigh, already aching for more. For the first time in her life, she didn't feel like a trophy. She felt powerful. Desired. And she wanted Lawson to keep teaching her exactly how good being bad could feel.