Beauty and the Beast: A Dark Arranged Marriage Mafia Romance

“What’s up, Fizz?” I replied, standing up on my feet and putting my paperwork to the side.Fizz was my right-hand man – the brother that I could rely on no matter what, to get me through every situation. He was Pakistani, with pale eyes, a rugged beard, and a strong, well-built frame. We’d known each other since we were kids, and we did everything together. We weren’t related by blood, but he was the only man out of everybody who worked for me who I could call my own family, and would trust with my own life. His name was Faizan, but we all called him Fizz.“Jamal just rang me and told us to go by a motherfucker’s house who hasn’t paid up his debts yet,” Fizz explained. “We’re gonna take some of the other men too, in case things get nasty.”“We’re more than capable to deal with him ourselves,” I retorted, rolling my eyes.“Nah bro, he has a debt of about ninety grand,” Fizz sighed exhaustedly. “He could be armed.”“Fair enough, bro,” I shrugged. “Let’s go.”He nodded, and we made our

“Come on, let’s go.” I nodded towards Massimo, Sergio and the other men.“What, we’re just going to go after coming all this way?” Sergio snarled. “Aren’t we going to make that motherfucker pay?”“You said yourself feds are trailing the place, so we need to get the fuck out of here anyway,” I shot back, pissed off that they had the audacity to argue back to me. They were my men. They had to follow my fucking orders.“I checked the window, there’s no cop cars,” Massimo snarled. “We’re staying here until the job’s finished. Nobody makes a fool out of us and lives to tell the fucking story!”“I said stand the fuck down, Massimo!” I roared. “No innocents, remember! This is just a poor woman and her fucking kids, Tariq isn’t here! There’s nothing we can fucking do!”“Know your fucking place, Massimo,” Fizz seethed, narrowing his eyes, as he shot Massimo a warning look, meaning that he meant business.This only riled up Massimo even more.“Fuck it, Massimo,” Sergio sighed. “Let’s get out o

They nodded feebly, getting to work.Wasting no time, the rest of us departed from the scene…Ready to make our way back to base.I wasn’t in the right head state…Not in the right fucking state of mind.But I had to pull myself together…Not just for my own sake, but for the sake of everybody else, too.It was time for me to finally have words with my father.***5luca“What the fuck, Dad?” I barked, as I stormed into his office.Dad was sitting there with Jamal, drinking whisky straight from the bottle. I knocked the bottle out from his hands, and poured it all over the floor, disgusted at the sight of him.“What the fuck, Luca?!” Dad roared angrily. “What are you doing?”“Wake the fuck up, Dad,” I snarled. “Stop drinking. It’s all I ever see you fucking do.”Dad rattled his fists angrily, banging them down on the table. Jamal screwed his face, folding his arms.“What’s up your ass?” Jamal sneered. “Did you collect the debts from Tariq?”“No,” I retorted. “He wasn’t at the goddamn

I continued to sob, screaming and screaming for the doctor to come, but I couldn’t hear a single noise. Time stood still. It felt like I’d been waiting for an eternity.I could feel my heart shatter into millions of tiny pieces as my father continued to call out to my dead mother to be reunited with her. He’d given up. Given up on me, given up on the Cosa Nostra. And for the first time in my life, even though my father was dying in my arms…Was the first time I saw hope in his eyes. The love and hope he had for my mother, to be reunited with her in the afterlife.“I l – love you, Luca. I know you’ll carry on my l – legacy. I know you’ll do me p – proud…” Dad whispered, his eyes glistening with tears. “Don’t let the others g – get to you. You’ve worked s – so hard. You’ve done so much f – for m – me…”“Please, Dad. Please don’t do this,” I wept, screaming bloody murder. Screaming until I was blue in the face, screaming until my throat went dry. Screaming until I had nothing left inside

Wishing that something would numb the empty feeling inside of me.One shot.Two shots.Three shots.Whole bottles.My vision getting hazier with every swallow, the loud music roaring in my ears, making every single nerve of mine stand on edge.Blood pounding throughout my body as I continued to immerse myself in my surroundings.I thought about my father’s pleading face as he died. How the color drained out of his face, as he stopped fighting for his life.And I blamed myself.I fucking blamed myself for all of this. For the mess I’d created.There was no coming back from my countless fuck-up’s. I was a fucking monster. I watched my own father die in my arms.I blinked several times, willing myself to stand up, but I slumped back down in my chair, feeling tears pool in my eyes.Every memory coming back to haunt me like a form of motherfucking torture.Just like I knew it would.I needed it to stop.I wanted to scream.To scream until my throat went dry. To scream until my voice-box c