Chapter 3

Sasha's Pov 

Oh my goodness. 

He was beyond handsome even with the ugly scowl on his face. 

Blue-gray eyes, a straight nose with hollow cheekbones. His jaw was something else, I have never seen one so sharp and well chiseled as if God took his time crafting the jawline. One of his dark brows raised under my scrutiny. The one that added more appeal to his looks, a scar slashed through his right brow stopping just below his eyes. 

Strands of charcoal dark hair falling over the brow as if to hide the scar, but it wasn't doing a good job at all. 

I froze when he hunkered down to my height on the ground. He still looked taller, which was absurd. He reached out and lifted my chin with one finger closing my mouth, the leather glove felt cold on my skin. 

I gulped feeling my cheeks heat and inhaling the masculine scent of cologne mixed with cigarettes and leather. 

Then he stood up putting his hands in his pocket, after seeing him from up close the guy could be older than me by a year or two. 

Was he a friend of my father's? 

"Sasha!" 

I gasped when I heard my name coming from the top of the stairs, I quickly stood up mindful of the guest in front of me and I bowed. 

When I straightened my posture I looked past his hand because the man was incredibly tall. I thought James was tall but he would be at least six inches taller than him. 

Some men stood at his back holding rifles, they all had his brawny physique but he had a wide chest his biceps were obvious in his coat making him more muscular. 

I flinched when I met with his intense gaze and looked away feeling goosebumps break out on my skin. I don't know who he is but he's giving off a dangerous aura. 

I need to get out now unfortunately my hands and legs were tied. 

My mom was beside me in a flash, to my surprise she bowed at the stranger holding my right arm, and she squeezed. 

"Welcome sir, we weren't aware you had arrived," Mother said putting on her best fake smile. 

I leaned closer to her to whisper in her ear but she let go of my hand. 

"Have you greeted Mr Vitale, Sasha?" She asked and I almost fainted. 

He's a Vitale? 

My gaze strayed back to him and he was still watching my reaction, I remembered what Mom said and bowed. 

"Welcome Mr Vitale, forgive me for not exchanging pleasantries. I had no idea who you were until my mother mentioned it" I bowed again avoiding his gaze. 

It was embarrassing that I was on my knees the first time we met, it was as if I was begging him to take me just like my father. 

"Don't be ridiculous Sasha, this is Mr Roman Vitale, you remember now right?" She pinched my hand discreetly and my eyes widened. 

"Ah yes! Please forgive me" I scorned and she hit me this time. 

"Where is your husband?" He spoke for the first time, and it was deep, rough, and velvety. 

He sounded bored. 

"He is in his study. Let me show you the way to the dining table," Mother said bowing once more before heading for the dining room. 

The men with him followed their heavy footsteps thudding on the tiles as they followed my mother, I heaved a sigh of relief not aware I had been holding my breath since. 

The door was open but my father's men were still outside, my plan to escape was over before it even began. 

My mother returned glaring at me and I rolled my eyes. 

"You aren't even wearing your heels, what did you say to him?" She demanded coldly dragging me up the stairs. 

"Nothing, I didn't know he was Roman Vitale" I defended, I expected Roman Vitale to be an old bald-headed Don not a man with the face of a magazine model. 

"You need to stop this childish attitude and start acting like a woman, he might find you unattractive if you don't behave well" She chided. 

I smirked as a thought popped up in my head. 

After getting rid of the binds on my legs she made me put on a pair of Mach & Mach heels and I followed her downstairs, my father and his guest were discussing by the time we got there. 

I took the seat opposite the man I was supposed to impress. My father kept talking about his travels and how he liked the Italians. 

I never knew he could be such an ass kisser. 

"Sasha also visited Italy a few years ago, right?" Father turned to me and I could feel his eyes on me. 

I bobbed my head once ignoring how Mom was glaring daggers at me. 

"What was it like?" Father probed. 

"He should know, isn't that where you are from Mr Vitale?" My eyes met with his bored gaze. 

"The night is still young, let's eat now and talk later" Mom chirped in trying to shake off the tension or my insolent tone and I could have sworn the bastard's lips tugged but it was gone in a blink. 

We ate in silence or at least that's what I thought, he stood up after a few minutes and his men rushed to his side. 

"Thank you for the meal, Gerald, but you must know that I have little time to spare. Get her things ready we leave in five minutes" He ordered and Dad stood up too. 

I looked at my mother confused about what he was saying. 

"We will send her things over, if that's okay," Mother replied. 

I stood up when I finally understood what was going on. 

"What did you do?" I asked my father but he wasn't even looking at me. 

Two of Vitale's men were behind me before I could move. 

One of them dropped two duffel bags on the dining table in front of my father and he opened the bag before nodding at Roman. 

"Take her to the car" Roman instructed and his men gestured for me to follow them. 

"Mom?" I called as it dawned on me what they were about t

o do, she refused to meet my gaze. 

They aren't forcing me to marry him. 

They are selling me to him.