MAFIA MARRIAGE

I held the razor sharp knife tightly. I took no notice of the way the blade cut deep into the flesh of my palm. I took no notice of my crimson blood which spilt out and stained the carpet below. It relieved me. To feel my body in physical pain was a great distraction from the emotional pain that troubled me. I was not one to harm myself but I did not know how to react and my knife, it was just there.Father wanted me to get married to a stranger. No, he forced me to. He left me with no choice. Granted, I could run. I could hide. But I will not. My whole life, I have been nothing but a disappointment to him and this affirmed it. I was nothing more than a mere commodity, an object to trade at his will.He never fucking liked me and I did nothing to earn his approval because I would never get it.l am Alessia Ferrari the Don of the Italian mafia. Father only passed it down to me because he is dying and he has no male heirs, which is quite unfortunate for the bastard. He did not even have

Alessia and her father left the house and I was still in a daze. That woman. She was no ordinary woman. There was something about her. She had power, I felt it when she spoke.I felt her strength when she twisted my hand back. She was also quite fucking hot.Her father was a despicable man. I could sense it. He was fucking disgusting. Alessia never seemed to talk or laugh in his presence, not as much as she did. I could feel their animosity towards each other.My parents looked at me with wide grins across their faces."Well, what did you think of her? She seems sweet." Mother asked. Sweet? I would not describe her as sweet. Oh, but l liked it when she swore. Father chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head. Sweet was not a word we used in the mafia.Fucking hell."She's fine" I lied effortlessly, for she was more than just fine.Father beamed and patted my shoulder. "That's a great son.The marriage will be held in two days. I will get someone to arrange it all. And all you have to

If the wedding wasn't suffocating enough, I had to attend the after party. After all it was my wedding. However, I would rather be anywhere but at Ace's house with a majority of people I wholeheartedly disliked and didn't give two shits about. I stood around still in my wedding dress keeping to myself. Father was deep in conversation with Ace's parents and I watched perpelexed as he seemed to have laughed more than he has in the past month. The wrinkles on his forehead and around his eyes creased deeply with every smile. Kaden was keeping me company because Ace disappeared to fuck knows where. I hardly cared. Kaden returned with two glasses of champagne, one of which he handed to me. I gladly took it from him and drank it in one. He furrowed his eyebrows. "You good Alessia?" He asked. I smiled as I handed my empty glass to a waiter. "I'm absolutely perfect." I said as the smile on my face fell. "I just want to leave. I'm exhausted and starving." I sighed, dropping my facade. Kaden

Ace's POVAlessia returned to Italy for some business she had to take care off. I was a little disheartened when she did indeed leave. She was growing on me much more than I cared to admit. I also had some business to take care off. Many bosses would sit on their thrones and let their advisors run their business for them. But not I. There was something about getting my hands dirty that drove me. It made me hunger for power. That did mean I had little time to myself but when I did, I enjoyed it. I smiled to myself when the thought of taking Alessia out crossed my mind. Would she even want to go out with me? No fuck. I can't think like that. I knew I wasn't compassionate and loveable. Not like Kaden. My heart sank at the possibility of Alessia rejecting me. Perhaps she would stay in Italy and never return. I wasn't good enough for her. I could never be. This marriage was nothing but a piece of paper like she said. I headed for my basement, a large empty room. Soundproof and dark. A

Ace's POVI'm not sure what overcame me but I kissed Alessia's hand. The sweet scent never left my lips. I wanted more. I craved it, like a drug. One taste was enough to get me addicted. She was like a drug. The reason I flew to Italy was to see her and fucking hell, did I see her and her heel in that man's neck. She was more than capable. I was in such a daze, I hardly noticed Ramsay enter the room and leave my suitcase behind. I did, however, see the smirk that was plastered across his face. I did not care. I eventually showered and lay on the bed. My tired eyes begged for sleep and I gave in. This would be the first time I've slept in a while. My dreams were beautiful. Alessia Ferrari. My wife. And maybe she was the one. I finally awoke not knowing the time. When I do sleep, I am to be left undisturbed. No matter the emergency. Fuck that. A guard made the mistake of awaking me once and let's just say he no longer breathes. Glancing at my phone, I saw that it was one in the afte