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I was quiet, I understood and yet I was not the one that was lost at the age of eight, struggling to survive and then picked up by some random strangers, raised and then sold into a contract marriage to a devilish Mafia king only to be betrayed by someone you love. “Let's go." I said to him and he smiled. “Thank you." He told me stretching out his hand, I took it and he opened the door for me to walk through. " We'll ride in my car." He said leading me to his sleek black car. *** “You don't need to stand there and watch over me, I'm fine I won't commit suicide." I joked but the joke didn't sit well with Wave, it made him angerier and took him on edge.

A few minutes after we got to the venue the wife came in and the marriage ceremony started. While the priest was talking, Amelia moved close to me and said “ Does she know she’s getting married to a dangerous person and marrying into one of the strongest mafia families in the world?” I wasn't shocked at her question, her smart mouth gets her into trouble. I looked at her angrily and said “Of course, her parents are in the mafia too and she is not a weak woman like you,” I know she isn't a weak woman but I wanted to piss her off, which I successfully did. “ Well, I think she made a good choice. Your brother didn’t deceive her, he is a better human than you “ she replied.

Martha said as she turned to look at her husband. Ariana just looked at her mother, she couldn’t believe her mother had uttered those words from her mouth. Her selfish?. “I am selfish? I have done nothing but try to please the both of you. To be the perfect daughter and perfect child and now you call me selfish, we will find a way to fix this mess you both got yourself in but I won’t marry any man I do not love” Her voice raised higher than normal.

"Well yes, you're right." She couldn't stop thinking about the fact that she was now married to Raphael, and the thought made her heart race. To think that she signed those documents! "You tricked me!" she accused me. "It's you who didn't read the contract first," he leaned to her, "How is that my fault?" "To think that I would have to marry someone else, and to top of it, you belong to mafia," she asked and looked at him. "You trickster!" "Well, that's that. Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and serious.

Only to protect her from those goons, her father had worked day and night and today she is in the hands of the biggest mafia leader. Her father was the ideal man, she wanted her husband to be just like her father, Mujtaba but her husband was totally opposite. It was her first time and she had been through an unimaginable pain tonight, every muscle in her body ached, from her neck to chest her skin was blemished with the hickeys he had given.

“Don’t think you’re alone in this kind of love. I’m just as mad. Just as possessive. Just as obsessed with you. Maybe more.” The air between us vibrated, thick, unbreathable. We looked at each other and it was no longer husband and wife, no longer mafia boss and rival queen. It was two predators recognizing their reflection in the other. I moved before I even thought. Leaned down, caging her against the bed, my arms trapping her like the prison she wanted. My fury was gone, stripped clean. What filled me now was darker, deeper, unshakable.

The kiss is gentle but passionate, and I can feel the emotion radiating from him. He pulls away but keeps his hands on either side of my cheeks. His face is so close I can feel his breath on my skin. “Do you know what they say about the mafia?” he whispers. I shake my head, my heart racing. “You don’t choose the mafia. The mafia chooses you. And when it chooses you, family comes first.” “Maybe he chose a different family,” I say. “Maybe that’s a choice too.” “Never,” says Felix. “There are no right reasons for a Carlisi to love a Lucchese.”

I replied, trying to read her before she said anything. “And I think your mafia… rules don’t stop you from loving your wife, right?” I raised my eyebrow, not answering her question. “What?” She asked. “I can’t love anyone,” I said as I walked over to her. “That’s an emotion. Did you forget?” “So why do people get married in the mafia?” “I don’t know,” I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “But I’m marrying you to save you, nothing else.” As I was going past her to grab another bottle, she stopped me by my hand.

“No! I suspect you married me not out of love but just to sleep with me.” Jaxter quickly grabbed Hayle’s hand, which she had been pulling away. “After 38 years of life, this is the first time I’m close to a woman. If I didn’t want to sleep with you, it would mean you mean nothing to me, Miss Hayle.” He looked at his wife with intense seriousness, as if he didn’t want his words to be doubted. “Alright, alright, Mr. Mafia boss, I won’t doubt that. Don’t be so serious,” Hayle said, pushing her husband back into a sitting position like when she was examining his wound. “Take this medicine and teach me how to ride a horse properly.”

Suddenly, the door opens and Alejandro slides in. “ Sorry it took so long I had an issue to deal with on the plane” He said as he kissed my cheek and grabbed my hand and intertwined them. This Mafia King would soon be my husband, it was going to take me a while to get used to that. I had been single for a long time, usually spending my time hanging out at home. It was by chance that my roommates made me go to the club that night and that’s where I met him the first time.