Forced To Marry The Mafia's Son

AdelaIT WAS NINE pm, and my dad was yet to speak to anyone. He'd arrived home gloomy and distracted, zoning out every second. And no matter how hard mom probed, he wouldn't say what the problem was. I would have tried to inquire of him, what has been eating him up since he returned. But my father is in a very snappy mood and I very much still need my head.A knock on the door downstairs has me taking one of my earpieces out of place. It's nine pm, who visits someone by this time? Probably dad's boss or one of the errands boys he sends over. I mean, I've never seen dad's boss before and mom says he's a ruthless fucker, who'd off anyone who dares to even look at him the wrong way."Go get the door, Adela", I groan with an eye roll at Mom's voice. We most certainly need a helping hand around this house. I get tired from running all the errands for Mom and Dad. He's just a soldier, he probably won't be able to afford another soldier.I shoot out of bed and drag my feet down the stairs

AdelaSERIOUSLY, DID THAT silly guy do that? I mean walking into the dining room and acting like he didn’t see me. I huff. Not like I’m complaining, but I can actually do without his attention. So, I don’t care. I get done with my breakfast, thank Morris and go to my room.I have the whole of today to stew in my anger. Why these Mendoza men think they can just drag me out of my life, into a black hole and act like this is okay is beyond me. I stay in my room for the whole of the day, with nothing to do, because what will I do?I mean the room is amazing. A queen sized four poster bed, a vast closet and bathroom – that has a shower stall and bathtub – that almost spans the entire width of my room back home. A knock on my new bedroom door startles me back to consciousness. I recognize the man that emerged from behind the door to be one of the soldiers Stephano raided my home with last night.“Mr. Mendoza wants you in his study, now”, he says like a programmed robot. I roll my eyes a

Stephano I KILL THE engine and turn to my left. My God, how am I supposed to deal with this? The girl beside me gives me a run for my money. She’s not so young for my two decades and eight years, but Jesus, she’s a talker. She wouldn’t be able to shut her mouth to save her life. And now, she’s sleeping. Sleeping like she didn’t just try to kill herself. I don’t know who those men are, but they definitely reeked of rival energy. I leave her alone for a minute and I can’t even be rest assured that she’d be able to handle herself. And now father wants me to marry her. Thinks it’s a good match for some twisted reason. I clear my throat and unstrap my seatbelt, then turn to look Adela over. Now she’s asleep, she looks like the most gentle soul. But then she’s so loud most days, it hurts. So much for babysitting. I round the car and pull the passenger side door open. Unstrapping her seatbelt, I help her out of the car and carry her bridal style into the house. When I get to her ro