The Mafia's Stripper Bride

Natalia's pov"See you tomorrow dad." I leaned down and gave my father a gentle kiss on his forehead, his pale skin feeling cool against my lips. His eyes fluttered open, the corners crinkling as he smiled weakly at me. Seeing him so withered and helpless in the stiff hospital bed made my heart clench painfully. "Be safe, my dearest girl," he whispered, his voice a rattling rasp. I squeezed his bony hand lightly, trying to return his smile despite the lump burning in my throat. It's been 6 years since Mom died after an accident and that's when we found out he had stage 4 cancer. "Always dad. I'll spend the night praying for you while on my shift." I responded. Tears stung my eyes as I turned away, not wanting him to see me break down. I couldn't let him know how terrified I was of losing him. I hurried down the stark, overlit corridor, the harsh neon lights exaggerating the hollows under my eyes. The cloying antiseptic smell seemed to cling to my clothes and hair. I needed to ge

Natalia's pov My steps faltered as I neared him lounging against the bar. Anxiety rolled over me in waves, despite my determination. The weight of his stare pinned me to the floor. And unlike the first time I saw him, I was finally beginning to take in every single detail of his. From his impeccably tailored expensive suit to those rugged yet refined Italian features. Such a striking masculinity that wasn't quite like the rest of the Italian men I've been with, I couldn't help but feel intimidated by his presence. His slanted blue eyes raked over me lazily, seeming to drink in every detail without even looking up from his glass making a shiver ripple through me. 'Get it together. This is just another asshole with money. You've handled worse Nat.' I chanted repeatedly in my head. For a moment, I wavered under his intense stare. Feeling utterly insignificant. Like I could easily be disposed of and no one would blink. This wasn't some drunken frat boy. This was a man who had whatev

Natalia's povMy head aches, it feels like a thousand arrows are piercing through it, all at once.Groaning, I keep my eyes shut, trying to let the pain flicker away as I rack my brain for what happened. But the more I try, the blurrier the images in my head become. Until I finally muster up the courage to open my eyes, and when I do, it all rushes back.Leandro. His threats. Being hauled into the car and then…I slept! Who sleeps in the middle of something so serious?Breathing heavily, I panic as I look around my surroundings. Thoughts of my sick father reel into my head almost immediately, doubling my panic.God, I really hope he's safe!Running definitely isn't the best option right now; I'm sure he probably has his men holding my father at gunpoint, ready to pull the trigger at his command.I don't know how I know this, but I can't shake off the feeling that my assumptions are correct.When the door creaks open to reveal Leandro shirtless with just pants on, casually strolling int

Chapter 7Natalia's pov I've never wanted to disappear as badly as at when I saw the look in Leandro's face, the fleeting pain in my head suddenly becoming the least of my worries. “He was ju–” I began explaining but he shoved me aside and threw a punch at the handsome stranger in his face, multiple times. The man who looked confused as hell tried to block Leandro's punches but Leandro was swifter and faster than he was, Each blow Leandro landed on his chin had me palpitating in fear. “Please…stop” I pleaded, reaching for Leandro's arms but he shoved me aside again and shot me a very deadly glare.I swallowed and stepped back like the obedient kitten I had suddenly been subjected to. Leandro finally stopped punching him when blood started splattering out of his nose and mouth. “Get yourself another pussy to run your mouth to, this one's taken already!!” Leandro snarled before stalking away from the man whose face was partly covered in blood, pulling me along with him to god kno

NATALIA'S POVIt's been over hours and I still couldn't get over the steamy encounter I had with Leandro.After he had left me to deal with my horniness, I stayed for over 30 minutes still strapped to the table because he clearly didn't remember to unstrap me.It wasn't until I felt my body relax before I finally had the strength to call for help without sounding like a kitten. And guess who came to the rescue so fast?The same man I spoke to in the wedding hall, against Leandro's orders.I couldn't even look into his face, all through the period where he was taking off the straps from my hands and legs, my eyes were shut tightly. It wasn't until I felt him lift me off the table that I finally decided to open them and when I did, he was already at the door.“Where's your room?” That was the only thing I heard him say, at that point I was forced to stare at him and when I did, I noticed a glint of displeasure etched on his face.Who or what he was displeased at, I had no fucking idea