Only gay for the mafia boss

Arthur's POV.

One of the most powerful Mafia bosses in New York had just asked me to marry him.

Yes, me.

A straight guy who was just trying to make ends meet.

Crazy, right?

Well, I'll explain how I got here.

Two years ago, both of my parents died in a car accident, and I was left to care for my little sister. I worked part-time jobs and took out loans, trying to make ends meet.

Now I'm twenty-two years old, still struggling.

Worse?

Three weeks ago, my eleven-year-old sister was diagnosed with brain cancer, and two hundred thousand dollars had to be deposited before they could remove the tumor.

I was heartbroken and frustrated.

Where would I get such an amount of money? I barely made anything from my part-time job. I couldn't let my sister die, either.

I had pleaded with the doctors to start the treatment and I'd pay them, but they had told me that they couldn't start unless I deposited.

Luckily, a friend of mine hooked me up with a job at a night club as a waiter. The pay was not enough to pay for the surgery, but Luca had explained that the place was filled with billionaires who would tip well. I could even make five hundred dollars a night.

I had accepted immediately, and here I was on my first day. I came in here, dressed in my pair of black pants and a white button-up shirt with a black vest over it. The club was heavily crowded.

My gaze scanned the place until I noticed a man in one corner of the dimly lit club.

He was dressed in a black suit, his button-up shirt was slightly pulled down, revealing his heavily tattooed chest; even his neck was tattooed. There were men all around him, all dressed in black as well.

He was the only one who manspread, as if he owned the place. I blinked as I watched him push his hips forward and bring a cigarette to his lips. Immediately, his gaze met mine. I turned away; he seemed dangerous, and I didn't want any trouble.

I moved to the table that had ordered the champagne in my hand. There were men dressed in black tailored shirts. One of them followed me with their gaze as I placed the wine on the table. He had long black hair that was tied up in a ponytail, his hand was heavily tattooed, and he had a lip piercing on the corner of his lip. I shrugged uncomfortably; I didn't like the look in his eye. He looked like he would devour me.

As I turned to walk away, his voice called out to me.

“Waiter!”

I slowly turned around. “Yes, sir!” I shouted over the loud music, thinking he needed to order another drink.

But instead, he stood up from his seat and began to walk towards me. He had a slightly round figure and appeared to be in his late thirties. On his left hand was a good wristwatch and rings, and as he drew closer, the smell of expensive cologne coming from him overpowered the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and sweat.

He looked really expensive; maybe I was about to get my first tip.

“Where are you going?” He asked with a smile on his face.

“To serve other people, sir,” I smiled. The manager had told me that a good attitude would bring me tips; how could I have forgotten?

The man's gaze scanned me. “Serve me instead, and I'll pay you good money.”

My smile turned into a real one instantly. Good money? That was exactly what I wanted. “Of course, sir, what do you want me to get you?”

He drew closer, his breath upon my face and a naughty grin playing on his lips. He whispered, “A night together in my villa, just me and you…naked.”

My eyes widened at his words, my heart racing with anger as he gripped my ass. “I'm not gay!” I shouted and slapped his hand off like it burned.

His gaze narrowed. “Don't be like that; I'll pay you good money.” He rubbed his fingers together as he spoke. “You are cute, I like you, I want to see what is under all those layers of clothes.” His hand slowly ran against my chest.

A chill ran down my spine. “I said, I am not gay!” I pulled away from him, but his hand grabbed my shirt and pulled me back.

“Don't be like that!” He growled, his voice low and dangerous.

I struggled to free myself, but he was bigger. My face twisted in disgust, and I instinctively curled my fingers into a fist and landed a punch right in his face.

“You bastard!” The man got angry, his hands flung in the air to hit me, but a loud voice stopped him.

“Marcus! Stop!”

I looked up to see the man with a chest and neck tattoo walk towards me, his grey eyes fixed on mine.

The men all stood up. “Boss,” they bowed their heads in respect.

My gaze scanned him. Boss?

He slowly walked close to me.

“Boss!” The man who had made an attempt on me turned to face him. “This bastard punched me in the face; you have to deal with him,” he reported like a whiny child.

The boss shot him a cold gaze. “I don't want to hear another abusive word from your mouth, Marcus.”

Marcus’s gaze widened. “But boss…”

“Not another word,” the boss cut in, and his gaze shifted to meet mine. “I think I have finally found my bride.”

The men all looked at him in shock.

I wondered why he was looking at me so intently, why he was telling me about his bride. We didn't even know each other.

Or…was she behind me?

I looked back to see if there was a lady when I heard Marcus ask, “Do you want to marry this mannerless fool?”

My head spun back. “What?”

The boss shot Marcus a cold gaze. “What did I say about using abusive words?”

Marcus bowed his head. “Sorry, boss.”

The boss moved closer to me. “I like your build; you are exactly the kind of guy I'm looking for. Be my bride.”

I scoffed in disbelief.

How crazy was he to think I'd marry him?

Even if I was gay, I couldn't marry a stranger. “I'm not gay.”

He drew even closer, forcing me to look up to meet his gaze, “You are straight? Hmmm, could have fooled me, either way, it's a marriage on paper. I need to be married in three days to escape an arranged marriage, and I need your help.”

“But…Why me? You couldn't find any other guy?”

“None as hot as you.”

I tilted my head, was that an attempt to flirt? “I won't do it.” I said bluntly.

He didn't seem to be ready to back down, he snapped his fingers, and one of the men stepped forward with a briefcase and opened it.

My eyes widened and my lips parted in shock as I noticed that it was filled with bundles of dollar bills.

“Three million dollars if you say yes to me and sign the marriage contract; after that, it will all be yours,”

My chest heaved; that amount could pay Emma's bills and also clear my debts, leaving extra money for rent, which was long overdue.

But marrying another man, even if it was fake, was something I could never do.

I clenched my fists, “No, sorry I can't do it,” I said and turned around to walk off, one of the men tried to stop me, but the boss stopped him by placing his hand against his chest.

“He will come to me, don't worry.”

He slipped out a card from his suit and slid it into the pocket on my vest, “Come to this address if you change your mind.”

I turned around, a twisted expression of disgust on my face as I left the club. I didn't go to see Emma at the hospital; I couldn't bear to see her so frail. Instead, I went home, showered, and got into bed.

I couldn't help it; the image of the money in the suitcase lingered in my mind, three million dollars.

The image of Emma's eyes, which had turned yellow, flooded my mind; she could barely walk, nor talk. If I could give my life for hers, I would.

I blinked, staring blankly at the ceiling as if it could provide an answer.

I sighed and turned to the side.

I had only one week to come up with Emma's surgical fund, and marrying the man seemed to be the only way out.

Right?

After tossing and turning for minutes, I suddenly remembered the card he had slipped into my vest. I slipped out of bed and reached for it.

Silas Vance

The name was on top of the card, and it sounded familiar, very familiar.

The card almost fell out of my hand as it suddenly clicked. Silas Vance was a very powerful Mafia boss; everybody feared him.

I had been so daring in front of him today. Due to the stories I have heard of him, I'm lucky to even be alive.

My hands trembled with fear, but I would do anything to save Emma's life. How could I have hesitated in the first place?

It was supposed to be just on paper.

I immediately grabbed my jacket, studying the address on the card, and rushed out of the apartment.

So this is it, I was about to marry a gay man to save my sister's life.