Chapter 4: Husband and Wife.
"You look gorgeous." Maria held my face.
"Careful, you'll smudge my make-up." I cautioned her.
"Of course." She withdrew her hands.
"If you don't want to do this, let me know. Even if Maria said something-"
"I want to do this, father," I told Rafaelle and he sighed. Perhaps he wanted a child so badly that he treated me like his own. He was willing to kill Dante for me, but I wanted to do it myself. I wanted to do it myself. I should've allowed him to, maybe then I wouldn't have to marry his son.
I looked at myself, my brown locs were braided neatly, not a single strand left astray across my face. My heavy wedding gown restricting me from moving freely. I wanted nothing than for it to be ripped off me. It was like a snow white like wedding gown.
Dante was the witch who fed me an apple and I was marrying his son and not a prince, or maybe I was Elsa, would fit, but I wanted to burn Dante, not to freeze him. Anyway, I was certainly no princess getting married to a prince. It felt like an arranged marriage. A marriage Maria said was compulsory, was it?
"Excuse us Rafaelle, I'd like to speak with Serena."
"I'll be right outside," he said.
"I know it's tough."
"He'll demand that I sleep with him. What do I do?" I silently yelled, anger coated my tone.
"It's not like you're a virgin, treat him like one of the random one night stands or exes, no strings attached, have fun. He's good looking. Take your chance before he dies."
"Really?"
"Hmmhmmm, now smile or you'll get wrinkles." She patted my shoulder. "No alcohol before you walk down the aisle or you'll spout nonsense."
"Where on earth would I get liquor at a-"
A maid came in. "It is time, Boss." She informed Maria.
"Are you ready?" Rafaelle went in.
"Yes." I put on a wide smile.
Before I linked my arm with his for him to walk me down the aisle, I embraced him so tightly. He was the only source of comfort I had for the past 15 years. He embraced me gently and patted my back. "If ever you feel suffocated. Call me immediately."
"I will." My eyes got teary and it wasn't the bitter sweet feeling I heard brides experience. I was sad and angry.
"You are strong, you mustn't cry." He wiped the tear before it trailed down any further. Rafaelle had gotten older. His grey hair had fully overtaken the black hair on his head. He had more wrinkles. Old age was evident on him.
We entered the church, and all eyes turned to me. The bride. The soon-to-be wife of Don Adri, the son of Dante one of the most dangerous men in the Italian Mafia, so feared not even the police liked to interfere. So popular, he had loyal men in and out of Italy and, after his death, all that was his became Adriano's.
He was dressed in a shiny black tuxedo, his raven black hair smoothened to the back, his green orbs shone as the sun from the glass windows of the church reflected on them. He looked perfect. My godfather held me gracefully as we took gentle, slow steps down the aisle.
I looked down at the shiny red carpet, I was walking the path to something that is supposed to be my destiny. I welcomed anxiety, my old friend. I wasn't supposed to be scared. I trained, I ran errands, I went undercover, I lied, deceived and I was generally trained for everything. I could use swords, rifles, pistols and pistols with silencers...guns in general. I was equipped, yet anxiety wrapped me like a present and took my confidence away.
The members of his mafia, his men, politicians, and influential people stood up till my father placed my hands into his. Our eyes locked, and slowly, a full blown smile was on his face. I wanted to punch the smile off his face. What was he so happy about, welcoming his death? We took our vows and exchanged rings.
"I declare you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride." The priest said, and Sir crashed his lips on me like a hungry man, like all hungry men I've met.
We turned to the congregation and I threw my bouquet for whoever the hell to catch. I smiled like I was supposed to, and took pictures. It was nothing short of exhausting.
"You know what you have to do, right?" Maria told me while taking pictures. Smiling and talking isn't exactly convenient.
"Become a whore." I said, placing my arm on her as we took our pictures.
"If that's what it takes." She posed for the pictures.
"Got it."
"This is for your sake too, for your fam-"
"I got it aunt, now smile well so you don't look like you were holding a fart." I embraced her.
"You're so spoiled, it's all Rafaelle's fault."
"You know when I got to the mansion then, I thought he didn't give a shit like you. Turns out he's the best." I laughed.
"Isn't he?" She smiled.
"You're lucky. Where is he though?" I asked, looking around the church.
" He and Adriano are having a word with the priest." She informed me.
"What did I miss?" I heard Adriano's voice from behind me.
"Mother and daughter quality time." I linked my arm with his.
"I'm jealous." He laughed.
"You should be." I smirked.
"Serena, I didn't raise you that way." My godfather cautioned me.
"Yes Papa."
"Take care of her. She's all I have."He told Adriano.
"I will with everything I have along with my life."
"Thank you." My father embraced him.
"Feel free to come over anytime. You're our son now." Maria and her husband could win an Oscar or a Grammy award.
We took more pictures and more at the reception. I avoided Adriano's business partners as much as I could and we were finally able to leave the venue.
Finally we arrived at Adriano's house, the same his father once lived in. I had been there twice before my father passed away for an event, and in the future I came as the bride who was determined to do everything to ruin it all.
Their compound was much larger than ours. A huge mansion painted cream, a fountain in the middle of the compound like in Rafaelle's mansion, there were flowers surrounding the house and I sighted a flower garden. Adriano told me it belonged to his mother. There were other parts of the house I couldn't see, but I was definitely going to check out.
Adriano carried me in bridal style into the house, his men and servants watched in awe as he took me up the stairs. The interior was more antique than it was modern, but looked beautiful nevertheless. I spotted portraits of his parents, of him when he was younger, and a large family portrait including extended family.
We stopped at our room and he placed me. I was expecting a dark themed room, but the interior of the room gave a welcoming, comfortable vibe. White sheets, cream curtains, a cream rug below a transparent glass table right in front of the king sized bed. The room smelled like him, intoxicating.
"Do you like it?" He asked me.
"Yes."
"Your father and I arranged for your luggage to be moved the ceremony and they're in the closet." He pointed to rhe glass door behind me.
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"So?" I let my hair down, unbraiding it.
He smirked, loosened his tie, kicked of his shoes, and began to loosen his buttons.
"Let me help." I slowly began to undo his buttons while staring into his eyes.
"Serena." He kissed me slowly yet with urgency. I had denied him sex till the wedding with the excuse of being celibate.
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Chapter 5: consummate. I kissed him back with the same urgency. He took the buttons into his own hands and ripped them off. He moved his lips down, nibbling on my neck. I sighed in approval and he zipped down my wedding gown, letting it drop to the floor. One night stand; it's a one night stand. I was bare in front of him and he still had his pants on. I immediately unzipped his pants, leaving both us with nothing but our underwear. He kissed me again, that time, so rough it felt like I had forgotten how to breathe, his hands traced my curves, kneaded my ass and unhooked my bra. He took a few steps back and looked at me, his lips slightly parted. "You're so beautiful. So beautiful, I'm grateful I waited till now." His voice became raspy. "Me too." I breathed out. "I can't promise I'll be gentle." He ran his finger through his hair. I did tame the beast. A ruthless, heartless, scary man was being considerate of how he was going to handle me. "It's okay." I assured him. "It's
Chapter 6: Breaking In. I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. I wasn't expecting Adriano to leave so early, not after last night. I got off bed and changed into my bathing robe, tied my hair into a messy bun and went into the bathroom to brush. "Serena." I heard Adriano's voice from the room. He hadn't left like I thought he did. I went out with the brush in my mouth and saw him holding a tray of food. I saw a plate with pancakes, blue berry and a bottle of maple syrup. My favorite breakfast. He was really trying to give his all, but I didn't get married to him to get all lovey dovey. I mumbled some words, telling him I wanted to quickly brush my teeth, but they only came out as gibberish. I guess he got the message though as he gestured for me to go. I finished and came back. He was already sitting on the bed, and the tray was on a small round wooden table. He was shirtless but had an apron on. At least he wore pants. Adriano was at least taller than six feet. I was small an
Chapter 7: Breaking In{2}"Why are you trying to break into your husband's office?""The door was locked and so I thought to use my hair pin.""I didn't get to know you well before Adriano got married to you, but you seem quite inquisitive."I let out a chuckle. "Yeah.""Why are you so curious to get into his office?" Mamma Lia asked me."Well, first off I don't know why he allows no one into the office, secondly he has something of mine in his possession.""Come with me." Lia said leading the way. "You see Adri is a very private person. I'm surprised he's comfortable with letting you do as you please.""Not exactly." I mumbled."Did you say something?" She turned. "No.""Alright then." She looked away. "Even though he made me his other mother, I'm still not allowed to go into the office whenever he's absent, even if I just wanted to clean it. But I see how he looks at you." She faced me and I halted. "He looks at you with the same eyes he looked at his late mother, maybe even much m
CHAPTER 8: Sweet but Psycho I wanted to see what I would be up against. "The nerve of this man to rat us out to the authorities." Adriano was clearly upset. "I-I didn't d-do..." "Who told you to speak, fucker?" Adriano slapped him and wiped the blood off his palm. That must have hurt. I grimaced. "Did you or did you not leak the warehouse's location?" "I-I." "I hate liars, Rico. I really do. I saved your family, gave you my undying protection, let you off with your debts, and the only thing you could do to me was rat me out?" The man shook his head violently. Must be hard for him, I thought. I had dealt with men like him in the past, men who would lie till they die. Telling the truth should at least redeem them somehow at their last breath, but some things can't be helped...some things have to go to the grave. One of Adriano's warehouses in Sicily was raided. From their conversation and the file that Adriano threw on the floor before he brutally hit Rico, I gathered that the
CHAPTER 9: Focus on What's Important! Adriano was still in the bathroom, cleaning himself, and the maids had thrown out his blood-drenched shirt. He had asked me to join him, but I declined. Instead, I stayed on the bed and fumbled with a locket containing a photo of my family. Adriano had seen it a couple of times, but he didn't know what was in the pendant. My phone rang, and I saw Maria's name on the screen. We didn't say much to each other after she forced me into marriage with Adriano. I understood her desperation to avenge my father and her family. But I didn't want to have to get married to do that. I was scared that I'd end up carrying the child of my father's murderer. Thank goodness for birth control pills. I put my chain with the locket around my neck and stepped out of the house into the garden. I called her back, and she picked up. I stayed silent, expecting her to break the silence, and she did as expected. "Don't be so petty, Serena," she spoke through the phone. I
Chapter 10: For Our Mafia "Aren't these the kind of things women look forward to? You were eager to get married, weren't you?" I pulled away from him and sat up. "I know, but I see you every day and that's enough. You have a big Mafia to look after; you have no time for such luxuries, Adriano." "Do you think I cannot make time for you?" He sat up as well, sensing that we were about to have a serious discussion. His green eyes stared intently into mine. "No, I know you can, but-" "Then let me make time for you. Let me make you happy." The moments when his beautiful green eyes softened for me were the times I got hella confused. "You already make me happy." I was determined to convince him. I didn't have time for something so frivolous. I didn't want anything to attach us or connect us after I ruined him. I didn't want to feel bad. "I'm happy here. I'm happy when I see you. It doesn't matter where we go; everywhere's the same with you." "Jeez, that was cheesy!" He laughed. I could
Chapter 11: Affections Aside "You can call it quits if you want," I told him, wiping the sweat off my forehead. "Never. We're just getting started." His sword clashed with mine with great force, almost causing me to lose my grip. "You may choose to surrender if you want to." "To my enemy? I'd rather die honorably by the sword than give up easily like a coward." I dodged his attack. "You take things too seriously. So seriously that you've taken this fencing match as a way to have fun with me." He struck again. "You're taking this too lightly." I struck back, the blades almost touching him. "If you two stop the small talk and focus on your fencing, we'll be able to leave here faster." Pietro commented, looking absolutely apathetic. "Shut up, Pietro." Our swords collided abruptly, while our glaring gazes met Pietro's bored face. He was supposed to be watching us. "I need a drink." He waved and left. So much for a bodyguard. "You're really giving it your all, aren't you?" "You mu
Chapter 12: Date Week I woke up to an empty bed, not that I expected him to be there anyway. I sat up, stretching my sore body from the way Adriano gripped it the previous night. Even though he lost to me, at least I got my one wish. I planned to use it wisely. I stood up, butt naked, looking for the nearest clothing to cover myself with when I heard a knock on the door. I grabbed my black robe, swiftly knotting it before saying, "Come in." And in came four maids. Two of them were carrying wrapped boxes and the others had jewelry sets. "Good morning, ma'am," they bowed before placing the boxes on the bed. "Good morning," I gave a polite smile. As they turned to leave, one of them handed me a small note. For my woman, I hope they are to your liking. Be ready by 6:30 tonight. ~ I love you. ~ Adriano♡ "Perhaps if your father was alive to pay, maybe you could have gifted these to someone who would be swooned by your gestures." I burnt the note with a lighter, making sure there wa