Chapter 6: He’s likely a jerk

WARNING SIGNS:

LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS

CURSING

VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE

SELF-INFLICTED HARM

BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE

VALENTINA’s POV

As father put it, today was the day I would finally meet the man who would own me. Apparently, I will become his bitch. I would rather stab out my own eyes and eat them than be someone's property. Who do these guys think they are?

As I glanced into the full-length mirror, I frowned.

My attire didn't represent my thoughts in the least. I was wearing a red silk-like dress that fit snugly over my body. It had full-length sleeves and a low v-neck. Thanks to father, I wanted to keep my aching wrist out of sight.

The dress came to a halt at my naturally golden thighs. I kept things simple by pairing the dress with red heels. My face was covered with light makeup, and my dark auburn hair was tied back into a smooth ponytail.

Dressing up is the most effective thing you can do. It weakened men. I weakened men.

My lips, which were covered with crimson lipstick, were pressed together. My fair, golden complexion and tempestuous copper eyes went nicely with the crimson color.

After knocking, Vix came into my room. She smiled at me and praised my outfit. Her eyes were unable to meet mine, and I noticed she was fidgeting far more than usual. Damn. I felt terrible. Just like meat on a plate.

"It'll be alright, Vix," I said with a sigh.

"I'll be okay," I said. I'm not sure if I was trying to comfort her or myself.

"Yeah, I know you'll be alright; you can take care of yourself. I only wish you hadn't been compelled to get married," Vix said, frowning as she played with the gun in her pocket. Perhaps in another existence, I grinned as I gazed at the floor.

She stated, "Your father is waiting for you," as she held open my bedroom door for me.

I replied without feeling, "Well, I'd better go see this Luca fucking Delgado."

I took a big breath as I stepped into the Mercedes and saw that father was already sitting inside. Why is it that the jerk is unable to take another car? Oh, he enjoys giving me a hard time. In the large car, I crossed my legs and sat across from him. As I observed the grey ash falling to the ground, my father lit up a cigarette.

Despite being informed that the damage to his lungs was irreparable and he should cut back on smoking, father continued to smoke as if it were his final day on earth. I wish it was.

His attire was grey, just like the ashes, and it complemented his greying eyes. His face was weary and old.

I frequently questioned whether I would wind up the same way. I smoked sometimes, and everyone knew it. Drinking occasionally was not harmful, either.

I was constantly informed that I inherited my appearance from my mother.

Sadly, I don't even have a photo of her.

Following his mother's death, his father set fire to all of her belongings. I'm certain that he intended to set me on fire as well.

Father spoke after a few moments of quiet.

Despite the fact that there was no need, he nevertheless used his filthy mouth. I am sorry to release my only figlia (daughter)" he said as he glanced at me. He is mocking me.

I'm certain of it. I couldn't read anything in his gaze. For the first time, he was being genuine.

He gave my hands a squeeze, which I had in my lap. I gave myself a stern talking to for flinching at his chilly touch. Damn it. When will this bastard die? Sure, in two centuries, maybe.

The neighborhood where our Mercedes was located became quite upscale.

They were mansions, not houses. They were also located a fair distance apart in order to provide seclusion and make room for the expansive front lawns. Our car sped straight towards the front door of one house after the high steel gates at the entrance were quickly opened.

Even though the warm air struck my face as I got out of the vehicle, I couldn't help but shiver. A few additional guards and Vix followed me.

When his cigarette landed on the ground, father extinguished it. He was a cruel, callous being. I did my best to keep my anxiety hidden by keeping my head high as he showed me the way to the front door.

Damn, I've never experienced anything like this before. What the heck was wrong with me? He's likely a jerk.

When we knocked on the oak door, a little brunette and a tall man with wide shoulders greeted us. Father grinned as he gave the man his hand. I'm assuming these are the parents.