Chapter 3

When my parents set up a marriage for me, I wasn't shocked. It happens a lot. My own parents have been together since since they were forced to get married. till death separates them from their loveless union. Such a depressing way to live.

I was so furious about having to wed a random female. And to cap it all off, an Italian gal. Italian women are generally beautiful, but she is a mafia member. What would she even be like. Would our union be completely devoid of affection, just like my parents'? I couldn't care less; all I could do was tolerate her and get my way with the ladies behind her back. She would undoubtedly act similarly.

Not even her name, physical description, or personality were given to me. She was a woman, though. the Italian mafia's top dog. How is that possible? Women are frail and too sentimental. The mafia would be destroyed by her. I chuckled at the idea that she could defeat the world's most vicious and vile gang. Everyone is aware that only men can lead a mafia.

She might have been in charge because her father didn't have any sons. But he acted in a really careless manner with that. But I would have expected him to pass it on to a man. Whether he was blood or not.

I am the American mafia's leader, Ace Hernandez. When I was seventeen, I was given the mafia to run and to build the most powerful organization on the planet. At the age of 25, I lead a lifestyle that includes drinking, using drugs, and dating women. My mafia obligations were not ignored. I had a reputation for being brutal and unforgiving. That's the last thing you'd ever do: step in my path.

That does not preclude me from enjoying myself. I cast a quick peek at the brunette who was dozing off in my bed. Even her name was unknown to me. I couldn't care less. If I'm getting married, I might as well enjoy myself before starting a life of misery fucking. Hell on wheels.

You are aware that you are getting married, correct? Uninvited, my younger brother entered my room. He gave me a bored-looking glance. Why would I care, fuck? Since I was a mafia leader, I had a nasty reputation to maintain, it's not like I chose this woman or desired this.

I rubbed my eyes and scowled. "Kaden, get out." I yelled at him. I ahted it when he bothered me and this made me furious with him. More so since I wasn't given the same freedom to pick whom I wanted to marry as he did. Why on earth would my parents let me do this. All in the name of some alliance. Hell, if I wanted to, I could just take the Italian mafia.

The woman who was sleeping next to me on my bed shifted and opened her dark eyes. She briefly exhibited a terrified expression as she saw Kaden waiting by the door. She turned to me in search of solace, but I was powerless to provide any.

"Leave." Kaden gave the command, holding the door open with one hand. In her undergarments, the woman swiftly gathered her belongings and exited the room. As I writhed in my bedclothes, I sighed. When Kaden generously opened the drapes, the sun's intense yellow glow threatened to enter the space and eventually did.

"Fuck." The light reached my pupils, completely waking me up, and I groaned. Kaden flexed his shoulders and grinned while brushing his dark hair with his palm. He was a decent man even if he was a stupid moron most of the time. He found it disgusting that I allowed women to fling themselves at me. How I made use of them for my enjoyment and gain. That is all I knew because my father had done the same to my mother and my mother, who pretends to be the virgin Mary but is actually more powerful than the devil. In contrast to me, my dearest brother is more reserved yet nevertheless follows in my footsteps.

"Clean up your act because the Italian woman is coming tomorrow." Kaden commented, the corners of his mouth curling into a grimace as he looked at my untidy bed. Who even allowed you entry? I questioned as I sat up, angry at my shoddy security.

He leaned against the wall with both hands in the pockets of his pants and smiled, revealing his white teeth. "I have a good personality. I could get in from anyone." He gave a warm smile. That was accurate; he had a friendly disposition. a quality I lacked. After all, there is no room for weakness in the mafia. And I do not.

After my ears started to bleed from listening to him ramble on and on about being a nice spouse, Kaden eventually exited the room. I quickly showered before changing into comfy sweats and a T-shirt.

I took a few minutes to run on the treadmill before going to my gym so I could feel my body expend some energy. My five-story, spacious home was equipped with everything I could possible need or want. the comfort of having a strong mafia boss. No marriage was ever going to ruin all I had worked so hard to achieve. What I've created would never be destroyed by a woman.

"What are your thoughts towards meeting the girl tomorrow? " Ramsay enquired in a deep voice that had a very light Italian accent. I slowed down and turned to face my devoted guard and best buddy. "I couldn't care less." I spoke without holding back. Why is she the talk of the town right now?

Ramsay ran a hand through his curly brown hair and appeared almost dejected. His matching eyes shone brightly. Would you at least give it a shot? You may discover that you like her. He groaned. Maybe he was aware of something I wasn't. I shook my head and drank from a water bottle, which helped me to feel more comfortable. "Come on, you've known me for twenty-four fucking years, you've known me your entire life. I've never liked ladies, though. All they are is a nice fuck."

Ramsay gave a quiet nod and touched the back of his neck as I whispered those words. Maybe I should calm down. But it would take a fierce woman to persuade me in the opposite direction. I'm unsure about my thoughts. I enjoy the life I currently have.

I approached a punchbag that was hanging and started ruthlessly beating it. My blows were calm and accurate as I imagined shattering someone's jaw and severing their air supply with a single swift hit to their neck.

Parents are present. Ramsay hurriedly said the words as he observed my tensed muscles. Screw me. Who allowed them entry? I flexed my hands and scowled. Brother of yours He said, taking a few steps back, already aware of my level of rage.

That piece of garbage, I growled and wiped the sweat from my forehead and neck with a white towel. I ignored how I was feeling as I walked toward the living room. Sometimes my parents are unbearable, and my mother in particular is skilled at getting people worked up.

In the living room's brilliant lighting, I spotted my parents. Mother sat on the white sofa with her legs crossed and her back as straight as a pole wearing a cream-colored dress. Father stood near the window and smoked a cigar. A tall, dark man, he was. a decent parent and a good man.

"Ace, sweetie." Mother looked at me and grinned. My dark as coal eyes greeted her soft brown ones. She chose not to embrace me and rose up before sitting back down. Despite the fact that I haven't seen her in a few weeks, I doubt she would want to let her son's sweat stain her dress. "Son." Father smiled and continued to smoke.

Why are you in this location? I questioned while crossing my chiseled arms. Fuck, I was irritated. I couldn't spend the day by myself; instead, the entire family had to come and make fun of me.

Father chuckled lowly, a husky rich sound. Mother's smile vanished since she detested it when people interrupted her. "We merely wanted to check on your emotional state. You are aware of the entire matrimonial situation." Mother grinned while squeezing her blushing pink lips. "You understand how I feel?" I laughed with great amusement. "I object to it. I do not desire marriage." I was quite explicit. Father approached me and stopped a little distance away.

"I could care less. You're going to wed the lady. On that, our reputation depends. The best thing to ever happen is this coalition." Father gave a deep groan while tightening the grasp on his cigar. "So just stop talking and follow instructions. I didn't raise an arrogant son, or I'll give your brother control of the mafia." Added he. He was threatening me, and he never made meaningless threats.

As he stood in the room silently observing, Kaden spat out his drink. "But father, I don't want it." He inhaled and then used the back of his palm to wipe the alcohol off his lips. He was clearly peeing himself, I could tell. He had no desire to join the mob.

In a fit of wrath, Father's nostrils flared, and I have no doubt that steam is currently oozing from his ears if steam could be seen. "You will rule Kaden if you don't marry the girl. Or, God help me, I'll personally kill you both and donate the body to a deserving person. even this Italian girl, maybe." He laughed inside.

I cast a focused gaze towards my father. Surely not, I thought. Kaden nodded before taking another drink. He refrained from speaking since he knew it would be useless. I can't help but get married. I have my own mafia. Not Kaden's and not my father's, either.

Father looked at me and waited for a response. I'm not a moron. Really well, I responded by accepting it. Father touched my shoulder while grinning. "That's my son."

My parents both left shortly after to go back to their house. I sat down on the edge of the coffee table and waved my hand at Ramsay. I lit the cigarette he gave me with his lighter. As I made an effort to control my fury, I breathed in the sour smoke. The situation will be OK.

"I apologize." From across the room, Kaden muttered as he cast a downward glance at me. My life was predetermined the day I was born, and it's not his fault. a life of abundance and oblivion.

I assured Kaden that I would act morally. If not for him, then at least for my mob. She had power, and I was hungry for power. I consider whether I might one day slit her throat and assume control of her mob. After all, I would be entitled to have it. I would be hers.

I tossed and turned in my empty bed that night. Sleep wanted no part of me. Beyond agitated, I was. I didn't want this, fuck. Fuck off. However, that wasn't the worst scenario I could imagine. Perhaps everything would work out.