Chapter 4

I finally got to meet the man who will own me today, as my father so beautifully put it. Evidently, I would be his bitch. Instead of letting someone dominate me, I would rather stab out my own eyes and devour them. What the hell do these guys think they're doing?

As I peered into the full-length mirror, I grimaced. In no way did what I was wearing indicate what I thought. A dress with a red silk-like texture that fit tightly over my torso. It had full-length arms and a deep v neck. I tried to cover up my aching wrist because of my father. My naturally bronzed thighs were covered by the clothing. I went with a straightforward appearance by wearing the dress with red heels. My face was lightly made up, and my dark hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail.

Nothing is more effective than dressing up. It weakened males. I weakened guys. My crimson lipstick-soaked lips, which I squeezed together, were stained. My brown skin and dark blue eyes looked good with the red.

KC knocked and then came into my room. She gave me the once-over and praised my clothing. Her fidgeting was noticeably worse than normal, and she was unable to look me in the eye. Fuck. I was miserable. like a tray of meat. I moaned. "It won't be a problem, KC. I'll be alright." I gave comfort. I'm not sure if I was comforting her or myself.

"You'll be OK, I'm sure of it. You're competent to manage. I only wish you weren't compelled to get married." As she played around with the gun in her pocket, KC scowled. Perhaps in an other life, I grinned as I gazed at the floor.

Your father is awaiting you, she said. She raised her voice and held the door to my bedroom open for me. I should probably head over to meet this Ace Hernandez, I suppose. With no emotion, I said.

I took a big breath as I got inside the SUV and noticed my father already seated. Why is the bastard unable to use another vehicle. He enjoys teasing me, fuck. In the roomy car, I sat down across from him and crossed my legs. I observed the gray ashes scatter to the ground as Father puffed a cigarette. Father continued to smoke despite being advised to cut back on his smoking since the damage to his lungs was permanent. If only it were,

His suit was ash-grey in color, matching his aging eyes and his suit. His face seemed old and worn out. I often pondered whether my future will be the same. It was well known that I occasionally smoked. Additionally, occasional drinking was not harmful.

I was always informed that my mother gave me my good looks. Sadly, I don't even have a photo of her. After mother passed away, father set fire to everything she possessed, reducing everything to cinders. He undoubtedly intended to burn me as well.

Father finally spoke after a little period of silence. He didn't have to, but he nevertheless fucked opened his filthy lips. I'm sorry to say goodbye to my only daughter, my figlia. He gave me a glance. He is scowling. I am aware of that. I couldn't read anything as I stared into his eyes. That's a first—he was being genuinely sincere. He patted my hands, which I was keeping on my lap. When I winced at his frigid touch, I chided myself. Fuck. When will this man pass away. Undoubtedly in 200 years.

Our SUV entered a posh neighborhood. Mansions rather than homes made up the houses. To ensure solitude and to make room for the expansive front lawns, they were also spaced rather far apart from one another. One mansion's high steel gates were immediately unlocked, and our automobile drove all the way up to the front door.

As I got out of the car, the warm air hit my face, but I couldn't help but tremble. Along with many other guards, KC followed me as I walked. Father extinguished his cigarette by throwing it to the ground. He was a callous, evil being. I held my head up and tried to mask my worry as he led the way to the front door. I've never felt this this before, sh*t. What in the world was wrong with me? He most likely is a bastard.

We were greeted by a small brunette and a big man with strong shoulders as we knocked on the oak door. As he shook the man's hand, the father grinned. These are probably the parents. Father gave me a nod. "It's my daughter here. Alessandro Ferrari She is the mafia boss in Italy." Although I did, they failed to notice the contempt in his words.

Suddenly, all eyes were on me. Father never made any introduction, which led me to suspect that he was familiar with these people. The lady smiled as she looked me over. The first to speak was her husband. "Hello Alessia, this is my wife Grace and I'm Tony Hernandez." His harsh voice was somewhat subdued when he made his introduction. I didn't notice Grace's tiny initial reaction to move away when he put an arm around her waist.

I kept my mouth shut and gave a tiny smile. Behind Tony and Grace, I noticed a young man leaning against the wall. He seems reluctant to be here, as seen by his posture. I kept an eye on the tall man as he approached the entrance. He extended a hand and grinned, appearing amiable. I'm Kaden Hernandez, and hello Miss Ferrari. I shook his hand while admiring the assortment of jewelry he had on his fingers. Greetings, I said.

"This is Kaden, my youngest son, who is twenty years old. Your fiance is the older person." Tony remarked as he observed me. Fiancé. The strange phrase continued to play through my head as I realized my fate, shocking me once more. Fuck. I tried to run but I'm unable to.

Once more grinning nicely, Tony took us all inside to a dining area. They must believe that I am quiet or bashful, but I didn't mind. They would quickly learn that I had a big mouth and told the truth. The room was spacious and tastefully furnished. Dinner was served to us on porcelain plates, and we had three different vintage wines to choose from. I simply had one drink because I needed to keep focused; now wasn't the time or place for intoxication. Father was having a tedious talk with Tony and Grace at the time. I guess I was disappointed that Ace wasn't around.

After all, this was his home, and he wasn't in the mood to have dinner guests. He might be hiding upstairs like the moron he was for all I knew. At least I learned that he's just twenty-five, and given the way his brother looks, he ought to be respectable enough.

I turned to face Kaden, with whom I had a great conversation this evening. While it was perfectly brushed back and long to his ears, his dark hair was becoming untidier over time. He was cleanly shaven and had a strong jawline. He had a certain boyish charm with his dark brows and eyes. Kaden seemed to smile a lot, which was good for him.

"Though he's not a nasty person, my brother occasionally acts like an idiot. I'm sorry on his behalf." As he took a taste of his wine, Kaden murmured. I grinned at his candor. "I'm just sad that he didn't even attend this meal," she said. I licked my lips as I began to feel more at ease.

"I'll track him down and force him to change his ways. It will be the nicest thing that has ever happened to him because of you, Alessia." He knowingly nodded his head. I grinned. "You are skilled at making women blush. Do you have a girlfriend, please? Wife?" I quizzed him.

He smiled lazily and took a tissue to wipe his mouth. "Unfortunately, none." I lowered my fork and cocked my head in his direction. How come not? I queried. He came across as a very kind young man. Women would be stupid to allow him to get away.

Grace turned to face us with a scowl engraved on her face as he laughed. She quickly walked away. That bitch had an issue with me, but I have no idea what it was. "I'm unable to locate that one unique woman for me. I know you'll enjoy Ace. You two share a lot of similarities." He grinned.

I covered my lips with a palm as I stifled a yawn. How so, I questioned. His dark eyes shone as he grinned. "You'll discover. If he behaves badly, keep Alessia in mind. If you tell me, I'll promptly fuck him up."

You don't think I'm capable of managing myself? I laughed. He hummed. "I believe you can. However, I still want to fuck him up."

Following dinner, father had a fairly private drink with Tony and Grace. I was not invited to this one. I didn't care, though.