"Why!?" I collapsed onto the floor, tears streaming down my cheeks, mercilessly smearing my makeup. The weight of the announcement crushed me, leaving me broken and vulnerable. I hurriedly rushed up to my room, the door quaking as I slammed it shut, a feeble attempt to shield myself from the world's harsh reality. Even amidst the solitude of my room, the pain seemed to seep through every pore.
Dima's persistent knocks echoed through the door, each one a reminder of the tangled emotions I was trying to navigate. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to answer. I lowered myself onto the cool floor, my dress fanned out around me like a shattered dream. How could a father barter his own flesh and blood in such a manner? My mind was a whirlwind of confusion, a maelstrom of questions with answers seemingly lost in the abyss."Olga! Open the door," my mother's voice called out from the other side, imploring me to relent. Although my instinct screamed to remain hidden, I knew that denying her would only worsen the turmoil that was already tearing me apart. Pushing myself up, I took faltering steps towards the door and turned the knob. My lips trembled as they formed a feeble smile, attempting to mask the storm within."Can we talk?" Her words hung in the air, a question that held more authority than any mere request. My eyes met hers, a silent agreement that I could not deny her this moment. She entered the room, her presence a mixture of understanding and sorrow. The bed creaked beneath her weight as she sat down, her countenance reflecting the gravity of the situation. Her gaze lingered on me, like that of a mourner grieving for a lost child, a child on the brink of a fate as grim as death itself."I know how you feel," she spoke softly, her voice carrying the weight of her own experiences. She sat there, a silent pillar of support amidst the turmoil. And as I stared into her eyes, I realized that she had lived a life burdened by the shadows of the past, one that had acquainted her with the harsh realities of the world. The phrase "marrying into the Cosa Nostra" echoed in my mind, a chilling reminder of the path that lay ahead, one fraught with danger and sacrifice."Why, Mom? Why am I being treated like a sacrificial lamb? It's so unjust, so utterly unfair!" My voice quivered with a mixture of frustration and anguish, tears spilling uncontrollably down my cheeks. My legs gave way beneath me, and I stumbled until I collapsed onto the bed, my sobs echoing through the room. Mom's warm hand enveloped my trembling form, her touch a gentle reassurance against the storm of emotions."Please, talk to father. I can't bear this. I'm just seventeen, Mom, too young to face this. Please, I beg you," I managed to choke out between sobs. It seemed that every decision in my life had been thrust upon me without consideration for my own desires. The notion that even the choice of a life partner was to be imposed upon me shattered whatever remnants of control I thought I had."Olga, you know changing your father's mind is impossible. And, whatever decision he makes, he believes it's for the best. You just have to..." My mother's voice trailed off as I interrupted, my frustration boiling over. "...have to accept my fate?" I snapped, wrenching myself away from her touch.Her gaze held a sense of wistful understanding, as if she knew the battles I was fighting within myself. In a frenzy, I shook my head, a cascade of emotions swirling within me. I stood up abruptly, my heart heavy with the knowledge that her influence, her pleas, would ultimately amount to nothing. She, too, was ensnared in my father's web, a puppet dancing to his tune. The confines of her role as his wife and the unwavering grip of the Bratva's power silenced her in matters that concerned him, and especially the family's affairs. She had even been deprived of the ability to give him a male heir, adding yet another layer to her subjugation.It was a harsh reality that nobody had the audacity to challenge the Pakhan's authority. Mother understood this all too well, choosing instead to navigate the perilous waters by remaining within the boundaries that society had carved for her. I couldn't help but wonder if my own life would mirror this silenced existence once I was wedded into this world of dominance and control. A life where my voice would be a mere whisper lost in the clamor of obedience and suppression.My lips quivered, the weight of the moment rendering me speechless. Uncertain and apprehensive, I found myself at a loss for words. Amidst the turmoil, the only solace I had was in the cascade of tears that flowed freely down my cheeks, the one expression I was still allowed.Like a phantom, Father entered the room, his presence commanding attention and submission. His steps were deliberate, each stride a proclamation of his authority. His expression was carved from stone, a frown etched onto his face, his gaze ablaze as it moved between my mother and me."How dare you leave while the celebration was in progress?" His words sliced through the air, seething with anger and frustration. Approaching me, he struck my cheek with a forceful slap, the sound echoing like a bitter symphony. My ear rang with a dissonant melody, and I instinctively clutched my stinging cheek, tears mingling with the pain.My mother attempted to interject, to utter a defense, but his raised hand and withering stare silenced her instantly. She bowed her head, submissive, resembling more of a servant than a partner. The scene unveiled before me bore a chilling familiarity, leaving me to ponder if my fate would mirror this dynamic when I stepped into my married life."Speak!" His voice thundered like a storm, the force of it rattling me to my core. Goosebumps prickled across my skin as I quivered under the weight of his rage. My body trembled as he closed the distance between us, a mix of dread and anticipation engulfing me."I don't want to marry yet. I'm only seventeen, Father," I managed to summon the courage to voice my truth, disregarding the throbbing ache from the slap. His face remained an impassive mask, unmoved by my plea. Instead, his features grew colder, his brows knitting together in a fierce display of disapproval. The room seemed to shrink, the tension almost palpable as I held my ground, my heart pounding like a trapped bird against the cage of my ribs."You are marrying Antonio Luca, and that's the end of it. Consider yourself fortunate to become a part of the Cosa Nostra family. Your safety and security are assured there. Now is not the time for selfishness. This marriage is necessary, and you must comply. Don't fret; he's aware of your age, and he's content with it. Since you're practically useless to me in other ways, the least you can do is be of use in this alliance," he pronounced with a tone that struck like a lash. The word "selfish" reverberated in my mind, its sting lancing through my emotions. It was as if the pot was calling the kettle black, casting blame without acknowledging his own actions."I don't even know him! Father, I'm not ready," I pleaded through my tears, my heart aching with a pain that seemed unbearable."Your opinion doesn't matter, Olga. You are marrying Antonio, and there's no room for discussion. Your gender has proven useless to me already, so perhaps now you can serve a purpose by contributing to this alliance. End of story," he declared, his voice resonating with finality. His words were like a sledgehammer to my heart, causing fresh tears to surge forth. And then, in that moment, it became clear to me.He fixed me with a final, stern gaze before hurriedly leaving the room, the door left wide open in his wake. My mother's gaze held a mixture of empathy and helplessness as she shook her head sadly. Her hand reached out, a gesture of comfort, but I instinctively withdrew, creating a distance between us. Slowly, she withdrew her hand and exited the room, leaving me to grapple with the harsh reality of my impending fate.Alone in the room, I felt the weight of the world pressing down on me. My destiny had been sealed, my protests falling on deaf ears. The door stood open like a portal to my uncertain future, a future where my desires and dreams would be subjugated to the whims of tradition and power. As I sat there, enveloped in a suffocating silence, I couldn't help but wonder if the tears and anguish I felt now were a mere precursor to the life of silence and submission that awaited me."Ah!" My scream pierced the air, an eruption of raw emotion as I unleashed my anger upon the bed. Each punch I delivered was a release of pent-up frustration, my tears mingling with the fabric beneath my fists. Father's cutting words echoed relentlessly in my mind, an unshakable chorus that played on repeat, like a taunt that cut deeper with each iteration. His perpetual reminder of my perceived uselessness had always stung, but this time, it felt like a wound that festered and refused to heal.I dropped to my knees on the floor, my body half-leaning onto the bed, my arms outstretched in a gesture of desperation. Father's disdain for my existence, particularly my gender, had never been a secret, but hearing it spoken aloud by him was a new level of pain to bear.After minutes of silent tears, I allowed my gaze to wander around my dim, lifeless room. An idea sparked within me, and I moved toward the edge of the room where my piano stood. It was my sanctuary, the only refuge that could momentarily lift the heaviness from my heart. Taking a seat, I let my hands rest on my thighs before lifting my right hand and gently pressing it onto the piano keys. The notes of Franz Liszt's "Liebestraum No. 3 As-dur" flowed from my fingertips, each key a vessel for my emotions.The music became my voice, a medium through which I poured my pain, frustration, and sadness. I played, my fingers dancing across the keys, the melody resonating in the quiet room. It was a bittersweet connection, the only means by which I could momentarily escape the confines of my reality.Then, a warm sensation enveloped my waist, a tender grasp that sent shivers down my spine. A soft kiss was planted on my neck, and I knew without looking that it was Dima. The sensation halted my playing instantly; I knew his presence all too well. "Dima," I whispered, my voice tinged with a mixture of surprise and relief as I turned to face him, our lips meeting in a kiss that offered a brief respite from the turmoil that surrounded me.The brilliant, luminous beams of the sun cascaded relentlessly onto my face, casting an unusual radiance that felt almost foreign in the context of Moscow, Russia. Typically enveloped in a blanket of snow, the city rarely witnessed such intense sunlight. The cold, though not biting, clung to the air as I groaned, compelled to awaken from my slumber. With a languid stretch, I hoisted myself from the comfort of the bed, my knuckles cracking in a satisfying rhythm, and a yawn escaping my mouth in an almost exaggerated display of morning awakening.Seated on the edge of the bed, I reached out to retrieve my phone, which rested atop the bed head. The device yielded to my touch as I pressed the button to bring it to life. Instantly, my gaze gravitated toward the digital calendar, and there it was, April 12th, 2020, etched onto the screen. My heart fluttered, for this date marked not only the calendar's progression but also signified a mere two months remaining until the inevitable culminatio
Alas, it was a special day. When I mean special day, I don’t mean my special day, I mean the special day for Father because he was the one very enthusiastic for today. Yes, you are right, it was my wedding and also my birthday. It was the 12th of June. Though my birthdays weren’t really celebratory, at least I never had a grimace on my face like I did now. “You look so gorgeous” Anya, my favorite aunt, exhilarated into my ears. Anya is Fathers sister but then she's nothing like father. She is cheerful and one of the people that understood my feelings. She flew all the way from Switzerland to attend my wedding. At least she was fortunate enough to leave the Bratva and marry a normals. He was a businessman and trust me, I envy her. “She sure does. She is so fortunate” Alina, one of my distant aunts also complimented. Explaining how we both are connected would take forever because I too don’t know completely but all I know was that she was from fathers side. “Fortunate you say!?” I sn
Ironically, it was the Mexicans as I thought. It was Father. The Lucas were on their feet with their guns pulled out from their holsters. Hearts racing and peace shattered. I was in awe and befuddled as well and pondered on what it was Father wanted to achieve by causing a fight at my wedding. “Calm down people, it’s only our tradition to shoot a gun to the sky and indicate celebration” he chuckled as he walked straight back on the aisle, directed at the altar. I didn’t even notice when he left his seat. Antonio’s eyes were cold and the same was that of the others. This time around, I couldn’t help but be tense. Antonio had no emotions on his face. He stood stoic and unperturbed. There was silence amongst all. Sir Luca advanced Father with coldness. There was something about the way he walked that cringed me. I only hoped this didn’t end in a blood bath. I knew of weddings that ended up in a bloodbath and most certainly I didn’t want mine to end that way. Hating Antonio and the all
Silence, silence was all I got. I lay on the bed and watched him take a few seconds at the door. His height was magnificent and well noticeable as he started coming deeper into the room. I lowered my eyes instantly and pretended to be busy with my dress while I sat on the bed. Minutes passed and the silence still lingered. I found it hard to stare at him nor had I changed from my wedding gown. For minutes he came in, he was busy on his iPad. I clicked my fingers together firmly and tried to control my breath which was razz and unsteady. I felt very uneasy and uncomfortable in the wedding dress. I needed to change my dress but standing up was the problem. I breathed hard and shut my eyes. Abruptly, I flipped them open and I shot myself off the bed. Antonio and I spontaneously stood up at the same time. Our eyes locked and my lipsShook but not a word came out.“Go first” he growled. I waited so long to hear his voice. It was weird but I still wanted to hear it. I shook my head in dis
“Oh my gosh! What did you just do? Why did you hurt yourself?” I couldn’t control how I felt. My legs were very weak and my heart pummeled like never before. The cut was large and blood continued dropping on the white bedsheet.There was one thing I couldn’t u see stand and that is the fact that Antonio remained calm and collected even while his hand was dripping with blood. It was more like he felt no pain at all. His eyes darted at me still with an overwhelming scowl.“Stop screaming!” He growled under a low tone his eyes carrying no emotion. He seemed stoic and I moved by the pain that came with the cut or probably felt no pain at all. My body urged me to move close to him to have a clearer view of the cut which was steadily filled with blood. “How do you expect me to stop screaming!? Where is your first aid kit?” I quizzed and acted uneasy. He looked at me and gave me the look of “You are overreacting”. I didn’t understand what was going on.I moved and was about to head to the
I woke up the next morning with heavy eyes. I could barely sleep all through the night because I was scared that perhaps Antonio might change his mind and try to take advantage of me. I finally flipped my eyes open after a swift yawn. I was backing the side where Antonio lay. I slowly rolled over and peeped with my eyes slightly open. I didn’t see him in the bed. My eyes broadened instantly. I looked around the room but I couldn’t see him. There was some form of relief that overwhelmed me. I heaved a sigh and folded my legs on the bed. I hurled them up and wrapped my hands around my kneecaps. I was sentenced to a life of penury and it just started. I stood up from the bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up. I felt a little nauseous due to the whole ceremony. I wasn’t used to it and it took a toll on me. I entered the shower and took my bath. I was done in minutes. I grabbed one of the white towels in the drawers and stepped out. My heart kissed multiple beats as I entered the r
“Olga..”Dima moaned as he enfolded his hands around my midriff while we kissed. I had missed him so much and his touch. “I miss you”I moaned, while still latching lips with him. His breath swelled heavily on me. Our bodies clung firmly together with each other. He continued pushing me backwards slowly as we continued kissing till he launched me to the wall where I could not move further. He broke away from the kissing and stared into my eyes with a cunning smile. I reciprocated! “You look beautiful!” He eulogized and placed his right hand on my neck calmly. His fingers jangled around my ear till he trapped the tip of my hair. “I don’t want you to go! How can I live my life without you Olga! Just tell me how!?”his countenance immediately switched from a hearty one to a heavy and broken one. His eyes narrowed at me intently and tears filled them. “ I don’t know what to do babe! I don’t know” the tears I was managing to hold back crawled right out once more. “No no, don’t do that” he
“I, Antonio Luca, do solemnly swear my undying loyalty to this organization, the familia, and its traditions. I vow to protect its secrets and preserve its honor until my last breath” Antonio took the oath of loyalty and responsibility in a firm and determined voice.We were in a separate room in the Luca's mansion. We reached Sicily, Italy and immediately the high-ranking of the Familia filed into a separate room to crown Antonio as the new Capo Dei Capi. Though it was meant for just the High ranking, Antonio insisted that I follow in with him. I was so spooked because I had never been in such a presence. I stood behind Antonio in the dim lighted room that was crammed with symbols of power and loyalty like the crest of authority, ceremonial weapons and a large family tree. It was quite murky so I couldn’t clearly see the pictures on it. Antonio raised his right hand and formed a clenched fist and said. “I swear to lead with wisdom, strength, and fairness. I will make decisions that