Chapter Six: I'm Just a Delicate Flower

“I can't agree to that.” Raffaele said firmly, staring at Viviana who was standing in front of him, totally annoyed. “We're married, there's no way I'd allow you to sleep in a different room from me.”

“Why? So we can have a wedding night? We already had that last night.” She pointed out, reminding him about the one night stand they had just the previous night.

A lot of information has been stored in their whole day, it felt like it's been days. “Besides, I did request for my freedom and you agreed. Are you going back on your words?”

“No, that's not it–”

She cut him off swiftly, flipping her hair. “Yes you are. And I've had a long day so I'd rather not deal with this right now. I do not hate you. I just want my time alone. If you don't want it, I'll order them to get me a room. I'm a Conte now too, remember?”

Raffaele couldn't help but let out a sigh. He didn't know what to say or how to deal with her. He wasn't even sure if he was going to win the argument if he decided to proceed with her request.

“My room will be our room in case Nonna comes for the night. I'll have the maids split your belongings into both room. Is that okay with you?” Raffaele asked, expecting her to say no.

She stared at him for a few seconds before shrugging. “Half isn't always better than none but I'll take it.” She replied turning to leave.

Raffaele didn't know why a smirk found its way up to his lips as he watched her walk up the stairs. She looked so fiesty and acted all feisty too.

“Would you like a bath prepared for you, Don Raffaele or attend to your meetings? Underboss Romano came in with a few files whole you were at with the Matriarch.” The butler

Raffaele’s warm smile turned icy, his expression unreadable like it always had. “You can prepare my bath once I'm done with all that.” He replied, walking towards his office.

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“So you ended up getting married against to some big shot?” Sofia asked, pouring herself a drink with a shocked look on her face. “So that's why you spent the night away from home two weeks ago.”

Sofia and Viviana were seated in the VIP lounge of the club for a chat. It's been two weeks since they met and they've been meeting up with each other whenever Sofia wasn't busy with a thing or two setting up her career.

“Come on, it's not that much of a deal.” Viviana shook her head with a smile as they sat there chit chatting.

She loved the fact that Raffaele had stood with his word since all these days. He didn't restrict her freedom and let her leave the mansion however she pleased. Although he did send a guard after her to watch her secretly but she noticed.

She knew he had to be protective of her since she was the soon to be Conte family matriarch, so she just let it be. She could easily handle anything on her own but she doubted they've heard more things about her aside the fact that since she became the underboss, the Bellini family grew twice.

“Exactly, so why would father even think of marrying me out when the Bellini family’s throne doesn't have an heir now.” She thought, biting her fingernails at the thought.

She hadn't really thought about it much but now it suddenly hit her. There were times she just doesn't know what her father was thinking. Or how it was that he was able to uphold the Bellini family with some of his actions which seems perfect to others but flawed to her?

“This is a pain.” she groaned, springing up. “I shook get going. Let's get going.”

“Alright.” Sofia said, picking up her bag and they both stepped out of the VIP room, heading towards the elevator.

“...let me go.” A voice came from a distance in the hallway, catching their attention.

“What do you mean by let you go? Hannah, let me have a taste of that body of yours. You can't have something that sexy and keep it to yourself.” A man said, his eyes undressing the girl before him who was obviously irritated by him.

“What are these bunch of flies always flocking around women, again?” Viviana tutted, her heels clicking against the marble as she headed in their direction. “Hey, pig. Let her go.”

The man turned to look at her, disgust in his expression. “And who do you think you are. Just run along or I'll have you along with her. You look nothing but a pampered princess. I'm sure you'll also taste good in bed.”

“You bastard…” she was about to lunge at him, bury her kick into his skull but the blood lust she felt in the air made her halt, looking towards the nearby entrance.

To her shock, Raffaele was standing there with some of his guards and his gaze was fixed on the man who had just spoken. “He heard it.” Viviana thought with a low chuckle as he walked over to her, placing his hand on her shoulders.

“Are you fine, regina?” He asked, his gaze piercing into her, needing answers. He didn't even see her get hurt so why was he acting like this? Well, he could just do all the work for her if she acted well enough.

“He just tried to have his way with that lady and he was verbally harassing me.” Viviana pouted, hugging Raffaele tightly. “I'm scared and irritated.”

Sofia who was within earshot was stunned by her change in attitude. Even though it's been just a few week, she knew a number of things about Viviana and included the fact that she was good in martial arts.

Raffaele looked up at the man, his gaze cold and sharp, “Who do you think you are?” Raffaele asked, his tone low, filled with blood lust.

He reached down to place his hand over Viviana eyes as he pulled out his gun, aiming it right at the man.

The last thing heard was the thud of a body hitting the ground and blood all over the marble floor.

The guards shielding the other two ladies’ sight stepped away, making them see the horrible sight before them.

“Take care of the rest.”

“Yes, don.”