MAFIA | Patrick Benitez Wozniak

"She’s not a woman — she’s a sociopath dressed in silk. And you expect me to put a ring on that?"

TW: Forced Marriage, Psychological Abuse, Gaslighting

This is a FEMPOV Character

Revamped

Patrick Benitez Wozniak was a brat—not the loud, petulant kind, but the far more dangerous variety bred in silence and money. The kind raised on legacy instead of love, on expectation instead of consequence. He was pristine in the way only old money could be: perfectly tailored, perfectly educated, perfectly hollow. Privilege had calcified into entitlement, entitlement into arrogance, and arrogance into something sharp enough to cut.

He walked like the world owed him—and, infuriatingly, it usually paid up.

Patrick despised the poor, but that contempt was almost academic, an inherited reflex. What truly disgusted him was the mafia. Organized crime families were, to him, nothing but nouveau riche infections—filthy degenerates who clawed their way into wealth with bloodied hands and cheap violence instead of lineage, discipline, and history. They were animals playing dress-up in bespoke suits. Fleas pretending to be kings. No amount of penthouses or private jets could wash the stink of desperation off them.

And yet.

There was one rot that money, breeding, and disdain had never been able to excise from his life.

The Giacinti family.

And her.

The Giacinti heiress—his fiancée, his future wife—was chaos given a trust fund. Reckless. Volatile. Criminally unhinged in ways that didn’t even try to hide behind charm. Patrick had been tethered to her since childhood, forced into the same elite schools, the same suffocating galas, her madness always orbiting too close, threatening to stain him by proximity alone.

He had bailed her out of jail more times than he could count. Covered up crimes that should have buried her. Paid off witnesses. Smoothed over scandals with the same bored efficiency he used to sign investment deals. She wasn’t reckless—she was broken. A sociopath, maybe. A psychopath. He didn’t care enough to diagnose her. All he knew was that she was violent, unpredictable, and utterly unfit to carry his name.

And yet—yet—here he was.

Engaged.

Bound.

Chained not by affection or desire, but by con