The room fell silent as the sound of the gunshot reverberated through the air. Everyone froze, their eyes fixated on the aftermath of the horrifying event. They all turned their eyes to the hole shot through the wall.
Carl took his seat and resume eating dinner like nothing happened. “Father, you don’t have to threaten anyone with death. Don’t you dare hurt my brothers and my mother or else….”, Arya threatened but Carls cut her off. “Or else what?”, he asked looking up at her. The thought of a woman challenging him made his misogynist ego hurt. “Or else I will end my life”, Arya finished. Carls laughed. “That will do me much good in case if you don’t know. If anyone tries to play games with me, I won’t miss the next shot”, he said menacingly. “You can’t even shot straight”, Antonio said to him bitterly. “That’s what you think. Try speaking to me in that manner again and the next shot will go through your dumb and weak head”, Carls said to him and exit the room. “As usual, you didn’t say a word, Dante”, Antonio said looking at his brother. “Because it never solved anything. It only makes things much more worse”, Dante said as he turned to Antonio. “Brothers please, don’t interfere or try to stop him. He doesn’t mind killing his children and you know that”, Arya pleaded with her brothers. “Your sister is right. If we want to find a way around this we shouldn’t challenge him. He’ll end anyone that disrupts his plans”, Camille said with a sad sigh. Antonio hit the table and walked out of the room. He might be a nineteen year old but he’s a fearless fighter. Arya came out of her bathroom already wearing her bathrobe. She walked to the window and looked out. She had never gone out without her family or her guards. She didn’t even go to school, instead, she was home schooled. She wondered if she should run away or kill herself but she knew that if she tries any game, Carls would kill her loved ones. She shuddered at the remembrance of Carls shooting at Antonio. She took her place on her bed and cried herself to sleep. *************************************************** The next day came faster than Arya would have hoped. Her maids entered her room and began to prepare her for the day. “Ouch!”, she exclaimed as one of the maids, Ana, pricked her with a pin while doing her hair. “I’m so sorry, mistress”, Ana said with fear in her eyes. “It’s fine Ana. But what’s wrong with you? Your hands are shaking”, Arya asked her and motioned for the other maids to leave them alone. “I overheard what boss announced over dinner yesterday”, Ana said crying. “Oh, don’t worry. It can’t be as bad as it sounds. He might be a good man trapped in this predicament with me”, Arya said but not convincing Ana. “Can I at least come with you?”, Ana asked. “I don’t know. But I’ll try my best to bring you along”, Arya said with tears in her eyes as she hugged Ana. Camille entered the room and looked at her daughter. She looked stunning but not happy. “Il mio bambino, you look beautiful”, Camille said as she touched Arya’s face. “Thank you mama”, Arya replied. She stood up and smiled sadly holding into her mother’s hands. She looked gorgeous in her dress. She was wearing a long peach dress that had a high slit and bared back design. The dress color complimented her porcelain bare back well. She had minimal make up on and her hair was pinned up. Her amber eyes which she got from her mother shone bright. “Let’s go to the limo. Your father and brothers are waiting”, Camille said and together they walked downstairs. As soon as they got into the limo Carls turned to their direction. “Why did you take so long?”, he asked Arya. “I was adjusting my dress”, she replied looking at the window and not sparing Carls a glance. “You can give as much attitude as you like, it will only make it more enjoyable for me”, Carls said to her with a chuckle. “You look gorgeous, dear sister”, Antonio said to her and Dante gave her a smile much to Carls’ disdain. Carls signaled the driver to move and they drove out of the mansion to her betrothed’s home. They got to the villa and alighted the limo. The villa was huge and cars were parked at a distance from the main entrance. The sound of laughter and music echoed from inside, blending with the cool night breeze. It was like a typical mafia party, filled with extravagance and an air of danger. Arya took a deep breath, steeling herself for the evening ahead. Dangerous looking men and women moving around. Everyone and anyone could literally snap and it would turn to a killing spree. As the Miguel’s walked in, they were welcomed by the grooms’ family. “Welcome, Carls”, Alfredo, the groom’s father greeted him and nodded in Camille’s direction. “Thank you for your hospitality”, Carls replied. “I suppose she’s the one”, Amelia, the groom’s mother, said looking in Arya’s direction. Arya stood tall and met Amelia's gaze with a calm demeanor. “Yes, she’s Arya”, Camille said to her. “Come here child”, Amelia said to Arya. Arya walked up to her and they hugged. “Let’s get you to your seat”, she said and took Arya with her as they made their way to the couple’s lovely seat. It looked beautiful. It was a soft black seat with gold embroidery , shimmering in the dimly lit room. The room was filled with anticipation and the low murmur of hushed conversations as guests took their seats around their grand banquet tables adorned with exquisite floral arrangements. The Miguel family took a table and sat together , surrounding themselves with friends and associates. Arya sat at the couple’s table and looked around, wondering where her husband to be was. Not like she was looking forward to meeting him but she wanted to see what he looked like. “He better not be ugly”, she thought out loud. “I’ve been called a lot of things but never ugly, amorina”, she heard a voice say from behind her. She turned around and froze in her seat.“You startled me”, she said eyeing the gorgeous man in her view. “I didn’t mean to”, he said as he turned around and sat next to her on the plush soft loveseat. “But you did”, Arya said. “I know, Arya”, he replied back. “It’s so unfair you know my name and I don’t know yours”, Arya said, sad that she wasn’t even given the courtesy of knowing her betrothed name. “If it means that much to you then my name is Leonardo”, he replied. She studied his look. He had a bad boy look with his rugged beard and grey piercing eyes, but there was a hint of vulnerability in his gaze. His broad shoulders seemed to carry the weight of the world, and Arya couldn't help but be intrigued by this mysterious man named Leonardo. “You want one?”, he asked her as he gave her a pack of cigarettes, offering her one. “I don’t smoke”, she replied him. Leonardo withdrew his pack of cigarettes and gave it to one of the waiters passing by. “Okay. I don’t like women who smoke cigarettes in the fi
Carls reluctantly released Arya's arms, his expression contorting with a mixture of anger and frustration. “So this is why she was nervous earlier?”, Leonardo asked no one in particular. “You don’t understand. You know these things, women should always be put in their place”, Carls said to him. His family saw him scared for the first time in their entire lives. Leonardo scoffed. "Put in their place?” he sneered, raising an eyebrow. "Carlos, you're playing with fire. But this...this goes beyond our usual dealings. Don’t lay your hands on my woman ever again”, he spat. People hurriedly left the environment before Leonardo looses it. He is very popular for his temper and ruthlessness. Nobody wanted to get caught up in the crossfire between two powerful mafia families although Leonardo is more powerful. “Your woman? You can’t just say you love after just meeting her once”, Carls asked and said like Leonardo was ridiculous. “It is none of your business. She’s getting marr
“You look gorgeous, miss”, Rosa said to Arya as she studied her look. Arya looked at her reflection in the mirror and turned towards Rosa. She gave her a hug. “You dress me up so well, Rosa”, Arya said. She was dressed in a simple sleeveless yellow dinner dress. “I fear I must mistress. In this house, it’s a rule to dress presentable to the dining hall”, Rosa said. Arya scoffed. Of course, she already knew. It’s mandatory to dress well to the dining hall in ever mafia home. Rosa led Arya downstairs to the dining hall. Arya looked around in awe. Sure her family was wealthy, but it’s nothing compared to Leonardo’s wealth and it was obvious. The dining hall looked elegant and expensive. Alfredo and Amelia were already sitting at the dining hall. “Here comes our darling new daughter”, Alfredo said. Amelia stood up and walked up to Arya, she held her in a motherly hug and they both sat down. Arya was glad that her husband’s parents were nice people. “*Buonasera*”, she gre
“Let me go! We just had sex, nothing more”, a brunette girl tied to a chair said. She had blood all over her from the beating she had received earlier. “Well that’s the problem! I warned you to stay away from my Leonardo didn’t I?”, a blonde woman said to her. “But he ordered me. I couldn’t refuse the Don. We’re all his mistresses and he calls on us when he deems fit”, the brunette said. Maria, the blonde, slapped her and she coughed out blood. “You won’t stay away so there is only one thing to do”, Maria said, menacingly. “Maria listen to me”, the brunette said desperately and continued, “I am not the enemy here. Don is getting married and if you want him that bad then ruin his plans. You’re wasting your time by killing me, I am not a threat”. “Oh, poor Emma. I know what I must do, I do not need you to tell me. By the way, nobody is a threat to me”, Maria said as she pulled the trigger. The sound of a single gunshot echoed through the room. “N
“Seems like you forgot our marriage was arranged by our families”, Leonardo replied unfazed. “I know. You initiated the proposal, didn’t you?”, Arya asked with furrowed brows. “Frowning will age you quickly, amoree”, Leonardo said as flicked her forehead. “Then answer me quickly”, Arya retorted, slapping his hand away. Leonardo let out a sigh and started walking again. He wondered how Arya could slap the hand of the Don while she tailed behind him. “Leonardo”, Arya called him softly making him come to an halt. “Fine. I didn’t arrange our marriage”, Leonardo replied as he turned to face her. “But Bianca….”, Arya trailed off. “Bianca is mischievous. By the way, women shouldn’t be getting involved with mafia politics”, Leonardo said and he saw a flicker in her eyes. “What do you mean by that? I thought you respected women”, Arya asked sarcastically. Leonardo raised an eyebrow at her question and statement. Arya was nothing like the stories he had
“Why should I wear a black wedding dress? I don’t want that”, Arya whined. She just had her skin care routine done, had pins in various places on her hair and is presently standing in her walk-in closet, soaking in the horror of wearing a dark wedding dress. “I’m sorry ma’m. Don picked out the dress himself and I dare not go against him”, Rosa, her maid said politely. ‘Oh, he picked my wedding dress, how convenient’, Arya thought to herself. “Where is my seamstress”, she asked Rosa after a while. “She’s right outside the door, would you like to make any amend”, Rosa asked. ‘Amend, funny’, Arya laughed in her head. “I want her and her entire team here right now. Get them whatever they need to make a new wedding dress”, Arya said in a tone that left no room for argument. Rosa looked like she had seen a ghost. “It’s just five hours till the wedding. Don would….” “Don won’t do anything about it. A girl only experience this once. I’m getting married
Leonardo looked at Arya like she had horns. Not only did she wear a different color but she also went against him purposely. “Give me one reason I shouldn’t send you back to change”, he asked more annoyed at the fact that the dress was doing something to him. Arya was wearing a red body con-ish silk dress with lace embroidery. It was an exquisite wedding dress, characterized by its intricate detailing and elegant design. The gown features a breathtaking long red veil that adds a touch of grace and sophistication to the bridal attire. The dress is adorned with embellishments that highlight its luxurious texture, with lace elements that contribute to its delicate and romantic appeal. The color, red, eluded sensuality and it clung to her curves provocatively. The contrast of her bright red dress with the black and grey theme made her stand out. “The dress you picked out isn’t for me. It looked outdated. You have good taste in fashion for yourself but not for me”, Arya replied
Arya and Leonardo were on their way to the villa in the newly wedded couple’s car. The silence between them was getting louder and louder each second. “Mrs. Marcello”, Leonardo said with a smirk. Arya rolled her eyes and continued to stare out the window. “You know we have to share a bedroom now. The families are expecting an heir soon”, he added. Arya could feel the blood going to her cheeks as it turned bright red. She was utterly flustered and she prayed Leonardo didn’t notice, but oh, he did. Nothing gets past him. “I wonder what you’re thinking about, your cheeks are very red. Like your dress”, he said. Her hair was tied in an up do. “Don’t you know when you’re being ignored?”, she asked. “I do but I don’t care”, he responded. “Leave me alone”, she said. “You know I can’t, I have to give the families an heir. Get over here”, he said as he pulled her to him. She gasped. In one move the Don ha