Chapter 8: First Impression

WARNING SIGNS:

LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS

CURSING

VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE

SELF-INFLICTED HARM

BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE

VALENTINA’s POV

"I am Luca Delgado. I am sorry that I could not join dinner princess." He said, locking his eyes on mine.

I took a deep breath and became rigid.

"Don't call me that," I retorted, my jaw tight. He shifted his gaze elsewhere before focusing on me once more.

"Well, what should I call you?" He questioned, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette. He lit it up and started puffing.

I can see it now. the way he acts and speaks. A typical mafia head.

"I'm Valentina," I said serious face.

"Valentina.." He tried my name on his tongue.

His eyes sparkled even more in the moonlight. "That's a pretty name for such a beautiful lady," he whispered in my ear as he leaned in a bit.

The hairs on my neck stood on end as I felt his heated breath blow on my skin. I wasn't captivated by that, but other girls would have been.

"Would you like one?" he said, extending his cigarette, which was covered with ash and flames. I nodded in disbelief. "No."

"Are you a virtuous girl?" he asked with a laugh that made my stomach tingle.

"What the hell? We have to be clear about one thing." By being a good girl, I haven't achieved my current position.

There is no real connection between this couple other than on paper. I'm not going to be a stay at home mom. If you behave indecently, I will retort and not think twice about fucking you up." As my face remained impassive, I let out a low growl.

He threw his cigarette on the floor after blowing it between his lips.

What I said didn't seem to have any impact on him, or he didn't let on. He hummed while staring at my face as he turned around to confront me. "I like you."

I frowned. How should one respond to that? Asshole. He straight his hand and attempted to touch my thigh. I quickly held his hand firmly, and twisted back, a trick I learned at a young age.

He barely moved and didn't even show any hint of pain. He just grinned in response.

The jerk grinned.

And he was really attractive in a devilish way. As I released his hand, I pushed away the tingling sensation I felt as our hands made contact.

I watched him as he stroked his hair with his hand. He was well aware of where the boundaries were.

And he isn't a disgrace. "I apologize for that." I just wanted to observe how you would respond." He offered a simple apology.

"My reaction?" I sneered as I pushed my hair back, which was fluttering in the soft breeze. "I would have cut your hand."

"Good answer," he hummed again. I gave him another look. I asked, "What would you do if I touched you?" Damn. My enormous, fucking mouth. "I'd let you," he said, flashing his flawlessly white teeth.

I prayed that the blush I was wearing wouldn't be noticeable, but I could feel my cheeks getting warmer.

I gave a little laugh. "Shit, I should have seen that coming."

As he stood up and cracked his neck, he laughed. He extended a hand in my direction. By turning away from him and approaching the house, I stood up and rejected his arm.

I also saw his attractive escort. Additionally, I noticed that Vix's gaze remained on him for an excessive amount of time.

As we all entered, I heard footsteps behind me. Father wanted to leave the house as soon as he walked in for the evening. We said goodbye and departed.

Once more, I rode in the same car as my father. "What do you think of him?" he questioned. I retorted, "Why do you care?" Damn.

I'm desperately in need of sleep and the man is simply unbearable. God, I could see it coming.

Father swiftly leaned in and slapped me on the cheek. I allowed him to do it. I didn't care about the agony.

The consequences of retaliating would be catastrophic. "Don't talk to me like that. I am your father," the piece of trash said once more. You should treat me with respect.

I glanced over at him. "Forgive me. I'm just really exhausted...I like him, he seems nice." I glanced at my hands.

My father burst out laughing at me. "Him good." You're such a fucking slut, really.

He did not become who he is by being merely 'decent.' He chuckled, his stomach bursting with joy.

I averted my gaze and hoped I was anywhere else. We quickly made it to a hotel. The usual five stars. After checking in, I enjoyed the opulent view from my penthouse suite, where I will be staying for the next two nights.

The marriage was scheduled to take place in two days. Two freaking days.

As the idea of fleeing through my head again, my heart pounded. Is it preferable for me to be free and not compelled to marry? I would be a total coward, no.

Rather than being known as a coward, I would prefer to die defending my mafia.

I changed into comfy clothes before lying down on the bed. Before throwing my phone on the chair next to the bed, I glanced at the clock. I was completely awake at a time when it was a little after midnight.

Vix, knowing that I wasn’t able to sleep, she asked me as she walked into the room, "Well, what did you think about him?"

As usual, there were many guards stationed outside my door. I gave the area next to me a pat and grinned. She went over and took a seat.

Her caramel hair was still tied back in a ponytail since she was still at work, and she was wearing her tight-fitting suit.

As I looked up at the white ceiling, I remarked, "He's a bastard, like all men are."

Valentina, I watched you blush. No one has ever done that to you before, she said with a grin. I sighed as she went on, "I have a good feeling about him and I can read people pretty well."

"What about you and his guard?" I hummed, giving her a glance. She didn't make eye contact with me.

"I knew it! You find him attractive," I said, grinning. I understood why. He was a tall glass of screw me.

She attempted to ignore it by picking at nonexistent dust particles on the bed while smiling. I turned to face her on my side.

"Truthfully, He is a good-looking guy. If he weren't, well, you know, I would have fucked him. "It's too complicated," I said, pursing my lips.

"It's not complicated at all," she said, grinning as she examined her unadorned nails. You will soon be married legally, so by all means, sex him."

"It's a matter of principle, Vix," I said as I stroked the bed sheet with my fingertips. She nodded hesitantly. "I sincerely want the best for you Valentina.

So at least try with him. Don't push him away."