Sofia's POV:

My name is Sofia Moretti. For years, I've been a ghost, a shadow, silently weaving through the fabric of Antonio Bianchi's world. But no longer. Today, I've been chosen. I am no longer just a watcher; I am becoming part of Antonio's inner circle. The moment I've waited for is finally within my grasp. After years of practice I finally am closer to reach my goal. 

When I received the message summoning me to the Bianchi estate, I could hardly believe it. The family had a reputation for secrecy, for choosing only the best to serve in their ranks. To be called upon meant I had proven myself in ways they valued. It meant they saw potential in me, a potential I had always known was there. And now, Antonio's men had seen it too.

The day began like any other. I woke early, before the sun had risen, my usual routine of exercise and preparation grounding me. But today, there was a new energy in my movements. Excitement, anticipation, and a steely resolve to prove myself. I knew this was only the beginning of a long and arduous journey, but I welcomed the challenge. I had spent years watching, waiting, learning. Now it was time to act.

When I arrived at the estate, I was escorted to a training facility hidden deep within the property. The building was imposing, a stark contrast to the elegance of the mansion above. It was a place where only the strongest survived, where the weak were weeded out, leaving behind a core of hardened soldiers who would lay down their lives for Antonio.

I was met by Enzo, one of Antonio's most trusted lieutenants. His reputation as a ruthless and efficient leader preceded him, and I felt a thrill of anticipation at the thought of proving myself under his watchful eye.

"Sofia Moretti," he said, his voice as hard as the stone walls that surrounded us. "You've been recommended for special training. Do you know what that means?"

I nodded, keeping my expression neutral, though my heart was pounding. "It means I've been chosen."

He studied me for a moment, his eyes sharp and assessing. "It means you've been given an opportunity, nothing more. Whether you succeed or fail is up to you. We don't coddle here. If you're not up to the task, you'll be sent back out, and you won't get a second chance. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," I replied, my voice steady. I had come too far to let fear or doubt shake me now.

The next few weeks were the hardest of my life. The training was brutal, designed to break you down and build you back up into something stronger, something more resilient. It wasn't just about physical strength—though that was certainly a part of it—it was about mental fortitude, about pushing past your limits and finding out what you were truly made of.

Every day began before dawn, with grueling physical exercises that tested every muscle in my body. We ran miles through the rugged terrain surrounding the estate, our breath fogging in the cold morning air, our legs burning with exertion. We climbed, crawled, and fought our way through obstacle courses that left us bruised and battered. But I loved it. Every ache, every bruise was a reminder that I was getting closer to my goal.

The combat training was my favorite. I had always been quick, agile, and my years of watching had taught me more about fighting than most realized. But here, I was taught how to harness that knowledge, how to turn observation into action. I learned to fight with precision, to strike with deadly accuracy. We sparred with each other, with instructors, with anyone who could challenge us. And I made sure to never back down.

But the training wasn't just physical. We were tested mentally, pushed to the brink with drills designed to challenge our decision-making under pressure. We had to think on our feet, to anticipate our opponent's moves before they made them, to outsmart and outmaneuver at every turn. We were given scenarios to solve, problems that required both cunning and ruthlessness. It was exactly what I had been waiting for.

As the weeks went on, I began to notice a change in myself. I was becoming stronger, not just physically, but mentally. My confidence grew with each passing day, with each challenge I overcame. I could see the respect in the eyes of the other trainees, and even in the instructors. They pushed me harder, expecting more from me, and I rose to meet their expectations.

Every night, I collapsed into bed exhausted, my body aching, but my mind buzzing with the thrill of what I was accomplishing. I had never felt more alive, more focused. I was finally becoming the person I was meant to be.

But there was more to this than just the training. I wasn't just here to become a soldier—I was here for Antonio. Every day brought me closer to him, to the life I had envisioned for myself. I had been a ghost in his world for so long, but now I was becoming something real, something tangible. And one day, I would stand by his side, not as a distant admirer, but as his equal.

One evening, after an especially grueling day of training, Enzo pulled me aside. "You're doing well, Moretti," he said, his tone grudgingly respectful. "Better than I expected."

"Thank you," I replied, my breath still coming in short gasps.

"But don't get cocky," he warned. "You've still got a long way to go."

I nodded, understanding the weight of his words. "I'm ready for whatever comes next."

He looked at me for a long moment, then gave a curt nod. "Good. Because Antonio's watching."

Those words sent a jolt of adrenaline through me. Antonio was watching. He was noticing my progress, my determination. It was all I needed to hear.

As the weeks turned into months, I continued to push myself harder, determined to prove that I belonged in Antonio's inner circle. I studied everything I could about him—his habits, his routines, his preferences. I watched how he interacted with his men, how he commanded respect without ever needing to raise his voice. He was everything I had imagined, and more.

Finally, the day came when our training was complete. We were called together, a small group of us who had made it through, who had proven ourselves worthy. Enzo stood before us, his expression serious.

"You've all done well," he said, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "You've proven that you're strong, that you're capable. But this is just the beginning. You're now part of Antonio's family, and that comes with responsibilities. You'll be expected to follow orders without question, to put the family above all else. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," we answered in unison.

He nodded, satisfied. "You're dismissed. Moretti, stay behind."

My heart leapt as the others filed out, leaving me alone with Enzo. He looked at me with something that almost resembled pride.

"You've been assigned to Antonio's personal guard," he said, watching my reaction closely. "He's taken notice of you. Don't disappoint him."

A rush of emotion surged through me—pride, excitement, and a fierce determination. This was it. The moment I had been working towards, the moment I had dreamed of.

"I won't," I said, my voice steady, my heart pounding in my chest.

Enzo nodded, then turned to leave. "Report to the main house tomorrow morning. You'll receive your orders then."

As he left, I allowed myself a small smile. I had done it. I had earned my place by Antonio's side. The thought filled me with a sense of accomplishment, but it was more than that. It was the beginning of a new chapter, one where I could finally show Antonio that I was the one who truly understood him, who could be everything he needed.

That night, I lay in bed, my body exhausted but my mind racing. I thought about all I had accomplished, all the sacrifices I had made, and all the challenges that still lay ahead. But I was ready for them. I was ready for anything.

Because now, I wasn't just a watcher. I was a soldier. Antonio's soldier. And nothing would stop me from claiming the place I had fought so hard to earn.

Tomorrow, I would step into my new role, and nothing would ever be the same. I would show Antonio that I was more than just another member of his guard. I was someone he could rely on, someone who could protect him, someone who could stand by his side through anything.

And one day, he would see me as more than just a soldier. He would see me as his equal. His partner. The woman who had fought her way into his life and was never going to let go.

I laid my head on my pillow, eyes closed, and let my imagination run wild. The image of Antonio's chiseled features, slicked back black hair, and piercing eyes filled my mind. I felt my nipples harden, the sensation spreading between my legs. With a soft moan, I reached down to my pussy, sliding my hand under my panties and rubbing my swollen clit.

A shudder coursed through my body, heightened by the vivid fantasy I crafted in my mind. Antonio was now in the room with me, his hands roaming my body as his lips trailed kisses from my neck to my collarbone. I could almost feel the heat of his breath on my skin as I rubbed myself faster, the need to reach orgasm building inside me.

In my mind, Antonio tore off my shirt, revealing my perky breasts, before he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting with just the right amount of force to send a jolt. As the sensation intensified, my other hand slid under the waistband of my shorts, teasingly grazing my aching pussy. My fingers plunged inside, coating themselves in my slippery wetness. The image of Antonio's face hovering above me, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses along my stomach, made me moan louder.

Our virtual bodies melded together, as if I could truly feel Antonio's lips, tongue, and teeth exploring my delicate flesh. My fingers began to thrust in and out of my cunt, in time with the rhythm of my fantasies.

The tension inside me continued to build, threatening to shatter the delicate balance. With a final, urgent twist of my nipple between his teeth, Antonio sent me over the edge. My orgasm tore through me like a hurricane, my entire body wracked with pleasure. My moans turned into a scream as I climaxed, waves of ecstasy crashing through me.

As I finally came back to reality, sweat dripping from my temples and chest heaving from my exertion, I laid there, sated and content. It wouldn't be long before my thoughts returned to Antonio, fueling the fire within me. After all, I became a soldier in the mafia, and the boss was just too intoxicating to ignore.

I fell asleep that night with a smile on my face, knowing that my dreams were finally within reach. And as I drifted off, one thought echoed in my mind, a mantra that had driven me from the very beginning:

Antonio will be mine.

What a smutty chapter !