MADRID, SPAIN: CHARLIE'S POV
I kept a blank expression to mask my rage as I moved in the direction of my dad's office. What the hell did he mean by marriage in six months? I wasn't looking forward to being bound to a woman for the rest of my life. Not now at least.
The guards immediately stepped out of my way. I walked past them and barged into his office.He didn't give me a glance, and neither did he do anything to acknowledge my presence. Nevertheless I was certain he was aware that I was there.I moved closer to him and slammed my palms intimidatingly against his table. I was more annoyed than angry actually."Dad, what..." I began, but I was rudely interrupted by him."Hijo, I don't have time to listen to shit you have to say. Pick a girl. Get married in six months or you can kiss the mafia goodbye." My dad blurted in annoyance, going back to the files he had been looking at. (Son)What?! He had got to be bluffing. What even brought about this marriage shit? My dad had never really given a fuck about my marital status.He didn't care about the gold diggers or stress relievers I had been bringing home since puberty hit me like a truck. The baffling question was, why now? Something was not right here."You're joking right? I'm your only heir. If I refused to get married then who would you handover the mafia to?" I asked with a smirk."Who I'll give it to is none of your damn business. Now if I were in your shoes, I would stop wasting time and do as I'm told." He ended in a tone that said, 'leave my office immediately'.I gave him one last frustrated glance and left his office in defeat. I figured if I spoke to my mum she would knock some sense into him.I half-run upstairs to the second floor and barged into my mum's room. She was with her friends when I entered. She turned swiftly to glance at me with an annoyed expression."If this is about the marriage issue, you should know, I totally agree with your dad." My mum breathed.I gave up and stormed out of her room making sure to slam the door on my way out, loud enough to irritate all three women.As I lingered behind the closed door in defeat, I realized what would take my mind off this unexpected turn of events for a while.I staggered into my room on the third floor to grab my wallet after changing out of my suit into something more casual. Delilah wasn't anywhere so I assumed she had already left.I quickly exited my room and headed in the direction of the garage. I grabbed the keys to my white Porsche and drove over to my favourite bar.I exited the car and handed the keys to a valet after delivering a short message, "Scratch my car and you're as good as dead. Got it?" I seethed, causing him to bob his head up and down in fright.After patting his shoulder lightly, I finally entered the bar to hear 'CHINA' blasting from speakers in every direction.I headed for the bartender's spot to order a drink."What can I get you, mi amigo?" He asked when he recognized me. (My friend)I thought over what to order for some time but nothing came to mind. Honestly, I was still pissed at my parents especially my dad. I really didn't want to get married."I'll take the usual." I replied with a sigh, and glanced around the bar waiting for my drink.Apart from alcohol, I also needed a good fuck tonight. I was slowly getting bored of Delilah, I needed a replacement.I glanced around the room some more, finally noticing a young blonde gyrating dangerously to the music. She was faced in the opposite direction and couldn't see me.I patiently waited to be served with a glass of sangría, not taking my eyes off the blonde for a second.I gulped down the drink as I stared at her. She had a gorgeous body. Fuck! I was getting harder by the minute just watching.I asked for two more refills before heading over to the blonde girl. I gripped her hips and pulled her back closer to my front. Fortunately, she didn't object to my touch. We moved in sensually to the beat of the music."You're hot." She slurred as she bit her lower lip seductively and kissed me. A small moan escaped our lips."¿Cómo te llamas, hermosa?" I whispered seductively into her ear, making sure to brush my lips lightly against her earlobe. (What's your name, beautiful?)"Sabrina. Sabrina Martín." She slurred as she grinded slowly against me."Charlie." I whispered huskily into her ear."Charlie." She mumbled under her breath, capturing my lips in a searing kiss.I carried her bridal style to my car. Using one hand to open the door, I set her in the backseat. I drove back to the villa, then carried her with me into my room.She didn't waste any second undressing herself, my pupils dilated at the wonderful sight in front of me.I walked predatorily towards her, pushing her gently unto the bed. Our lips met in untold pleasure, tongues battling for dominance as she impatiently undressed me.LONDON, ENGLAND: RENÉE'S POV"Why were you asking of my phone anyway?" I asked Jack after Calvin left.
I picked up my phone that had landed on a bean bag after it hit John. I unlocked it then tapped resume when the relaxing game I had earlier refused to exit blinked at me."Your dad has been trying to reach you. He's in his study." Esme replied, taking a seat on the black beanbag.My dad? Why? I'd completed the assignment he gave me this morning. What the hell did he want again? It was Saturday for fuck's sake. I put the phone down and exited my room.I huffed in annoyance as I walked down the stairs heading for his study. I knocked twice on the huge oak wood door and entered when I heard a brief 'come in'.His study was where he always resided in if he had minor Mafia work to do or none at all.He was going through some files when I stepped in. He looked like he hadn't slept a wink in years.My dad had resorted to burying himself in work ever since my mum died. Things hadn't been any easier when he realized that sooner or later he'd have to hand down the mafia to Calvin.My dad hated Calvin with a passion ever since he found out about his existence. Calvin was my half-brother. He was the result of one of our mum's flings when my dad was in a coma. Basically, Cal was a living reminder to my dad of our mum's unfaithfulness.He looked up when I plopped down in the couch opposite him, crossing my legs over his desk.Another reason why he was weary about Cal taking over the English Mafia was that, he was reckless and sucked at the mafia line of work. He failed almost every assignment that he went given.The most annoying thing was that I always had to clean up his mess."What's wrong?" I asked.My personality and looks fully resembled his. Not a single trace of my late mum could be seen in or on me. Both of us were very glad about that fact."Your brother has gotten us into deep shit." He growled in anger."What do you mean by us?" I asked in confusion."The English Mafia. He borrowed a huge sum of money from the Spanish Mafia." My dad elaborated."Why didn't he just come to you for money?" I asked, and he ignored me."How much is the money? I'm sure I can pay it off." I stated with a hopeful expression, grabbing a ballpoint pen to twirl between my fingers."You will do no such thing. You are never to spend a cent of your money on your excuse of a brother." My dad blurted.I halted the pen twirling to stare at him with a blank expression, unfazed by his mood swings. He was clearly being irrational."Dad, if you don't pay it off, and I'm not allowed to pay it off, then who's going to?" I asked, which made my dad sigh in frustration and defeat."I will." He breathed, snatching the pen from me.In my opinion Calvin didn't need to suffer for our mum's infidelity. It was only a matter of time till my hurt dad saw it my way. That, I was very sure about.As he picked up a briefcase, I realized this would be the first time ever my dad spent money on Cal. I left the study after he handed me the money. He claimed he wouldn't be able to deliver it so I should.I phoned my bodyguard to meet me at the airport, before heading for my room to get dressed. I threw on a white sweater dress and a faux wool coat, then put on black thigh high boots to go with a Gucci belt and purse.Well, Madrid, here I come. I headed out of the mansion, calling my pilot to get my jet ready for departure.I quickly picked a car and headed for my dad's airport, the Taylor International Airport. I parked my car near the aeroplane hangar.If I was going to pay it off, I might as well do it now. I was not one to procrastinate, especially when it came to Mafia business."Where to, Miss Taylor?" Clifford, my pilot asked after my bodyguard and I boarded the jet.Clifford was a short bald Indian-American man with a very bushy beard. He had the kind of looks that scared indolent people away by just glancing at them. In short, he was a no-nonsense man.I hired him because he had a great experience in flying planes. He even taught me how to fly one, the experience had been exhilarating."Madrid." I yelled back as the jet took off.MADRID, SPAIN: RENÉE'S POV I had fallen asleep when my jet landed, but my bodyguard nudged me awake. When we got out of the jet, a car was waiting for us. Liam opened the door to the backseat for me to get in and then closed it before getting into the passenger seat. I got bored during the drive, so I took out my phone to read W*****d for a while. I wasn't one to engage in sightseeing. During the entire ride, I sensed Liam watching me through the rear-view mirror. I brushed it off as he was just doing his job. I finally glanced up from my phone, and our eyes met. He quickly looked away in slight embarrassment, causing me to raise an eyebrow in confusion. It was my turn to blush when I noticed the driver discreetly glance between us with a knowing smile. Thirty minutes later, I felt the car stop. I looked out the window to see a luxurious, five-star hotel. Liam walked over to my side to open the door for me. This time, he held out a hand for me to take. I reluctantly placed my ha
MADRID, SPAIN: 3RD PERSON POV After his son left, Mr. Rodríguez rushed to the airport to meet Mr. Taylor. They had been working together behind the scenes to arrange a marriage between their children.This marriage would be very beneficial to both parties. It would lead to the merging of both the Spanish and English Mafias. To Mr. Rodríguez, it meant Charlie would get the perfect woman to deflate his ego and hopefully get him to change his fuckboy ways.The Spanish Mafia had the best weapon suppliers in the mafia, so the marriage would also be beneficial to Mr. Taylor. Although, he had an entirely different reason for arranging the marriage for his daughter.They had planned it all. Mr. Taylor took money from Mr. Rodríguez so he could get Renée to go to Madrid. Mr Rodríguez arranged for a car to pick her up and bring her to the C&R hotel, so she could see what type of person Charlie was first-hand. Now it was time to plan their next move."I've decided to threaten my son. How would yo
MADRID, SPAIN: CHARLIE'S POV It had been three months already, and I still hadn't found a wife, much to my dad's annoyance. I was amused to say the least. If he thought that I was going to agree to settle down with one chica for the rest of my life then he was dead wrong.I was at the pool with my friends. Soledad was busy showing off her swimming skills to no one in particular, Mandy and Mike were probably whispering cringe worthy stuff to each other alongside the not so casual touching, and Carlisle was scrolling through something on his phone. "I think you guys should see this." Carlisle stated.The others swum over to his side to look at his phone. I also did same. So this was what he had been staring at for the past few minutes. It was a picture of all five of them at the grand opening of the new hospital Renée set up in Mexico City. I had to admit, she looked gorgeous. I got bored quick and swum back to my original position in the pool. Sabrina was expected to show up in a few
LONDON, ENGLAND: RENÉE’S POV Jackie and I were in Esme’s room getting ready for my engagement dinner tonight. When the girls had finished dressing up, they helped me to choose the perfect outfit for tonight. It was a stunning dark red sleeveless gown. It was tight fitted dress with a thigh high side slit. The girls had styled my hair into a deep side part with Hollywood waves before the guys arrived. “Hold up, where’s John?” Jackie asked, when she noticed it was just her twin and my bodyguard. “He’s gone to purchase the perfect engagement ring.” My bodyguard choked out mockingly. He had his lips set in a permanent scowl as an emotion I couldn’t decipher flickered in his eyes for a second. Jack seemed to understand his demeanour and simply patted his shoulder reassuringly before leaving with him. “What’s his deal?” I whispered to the girls after the guys left to go check up on John. “I think he has a thing for you, and is jealous that you’re getting married.” Esme replied with a
LONDON, ENGLAND: CHARLIE’S POV“My apologies. We got held back due to the sudden change in the weather.” I apologized when my family and I arrived in the dining-room of the Taylor mansion.Everyone was staring, no, glaring at Sabrina who was clinging to me like a leech. Trust me, I didn’t want to bring her but she somehow found out about the arranged marriage. So I was like: ‘why not’, when she literally begged me to bring her along.I ignored the glares and took a seat opposite my supposed Fiancée, after I had pulled a chair for Sabrina like the gentleman I was. As our parents were discussing the marriage and merger I took the time to glance around.I smirked knowingly when I noticed Soledad and Jack flirting with each other, and Carlisle and Esme already eye raping each other.I spotted an empty seat near Esme which made me wonder if we were expecting another guest.“Are we waiting for someone?” I asked while gesturing to the empty seat.“No. It was my brother’s seat.” Renée replied
MADRID, SPAIN: CHARLIE’S POVDo you know what I hated about court weddings?No? Then let me enlighten you.In court weddings, there was no such thing as ‘you may kiss the bride’.I mean, I was looking forward to a nice church wedding where the officiating minister would end with a ‘you may kiss the bride’. Then I would swoop my bride up then give her the kiss of her life.Why have a small court wedding when we could have an actual extravagant wedding? People of today were so boring and old-fashioned.I was currently sitting in the room where we were supposed to sign for this marriage to become valid, or something like that. We’ve been waiting for half an hour, but Renée and her witnesses still hadn’t arrived.She better not be thinking about backing out of this marriage or else all hell would break loose. I was visibly shaking with rage at the thought that she might back out and disgrace me.Why did it even bother me? Wouldn’t I be free to continue fucking around if she backed out? Ye
UNKNOWN LOCATION : RENÉE’S POVI was raging in my room on the arsehole’s jet, thinking of what to do to him.How dare he try to kiss me then insult me later? I was sure as hell never going to kiss him. Arsehole! He will pay.This time I’d target his hotel in the Philippines.I quickly grabbed my phone then unlocked it. I gave the beautiful looking hotel a one star rating, deciding not to give any review. That one star would be enough to make his hotel go bankrupt.I slouched down into a nearby beanbag, deciding to do some online shopping for these few days I was going to spend in the Philippines.I was about to order a few dresses when my phone rang. It was Esme so I answered it.“Knowing you, you’d probably be about to do some online shopping. You should know though that Mrs. Rodríguez already ordered clothes for you. They’re already at the island for the maids to unpack for you.” She stated in a rush then hung up.She only hung up like that when she was with Carlisle. They were prob
MADRID, SPAIN: 3RD PERSON POV The luxurious looking woman of yesterday who enjoyed all the lavish expensive stuff life could offer, now sat as a poor woman who could only enjoy the inferior cheap stuff life could offer. And she so furiously blamed all this on that sick son of a bastard, as she preferred to call him. She still couldn’t comprehend what made him end things with her. Sure they weren’t dating but she had harboured it in her heart that he would someday give them a chance. But no. The bastard even had the nerve to end things with her over the phone. ‘Who does that?!’ She thought. Now she was left heart broken and pregnant. She knew she had made the biggest mistake of her life when she begun to fall for the bastard. But seriously who wouldn’t? He was the perfect Greek god. He was cold on the exterior, but warm, kind and generous on the interior, once you got to know him. And she had so foolishly fallen for him. She had come to love him with all her heart. She was lost i