THE IRRESISTABLE MAFIA BOSS

Danni's POV:

My heart raced with each step I took down the dimly lit corridor that led to my father's office. I purposely made my footsteps heavy, hoping the sound would alert him to my approach. I hesitated for a moment before finally placing my hand on the doorknob and turning it slowly.

As I entered the room, I tried to conceal my fear and stand confidently before my father, who was seated behind a large wooden desk covered in papers, some of which were stained with the remnants of spilled beer from his now-empty bottle. The curtains were drawn, casting a shadow over the room and adding to the ominous atmosphere.

Although my father exuded an intimidating aura, he spoke with his back to me, seemingly unfazed by my presence. "Yes, father?" I questioned him, my voice carrying a hint of determination.

He extinguished his cigarette, swivelled his chair around to face me, and dropped a bombshell. "You are my youngest child and my only daughter," he declared, his tone both careless and demanding. "You are going to marry Giuseppe 'Ghost' Giordano."

My heart skipped a beat at the mere mention of the name. Ghost, as in Giuseppe Giordano, the head of one of the most powerful mafia families Fear seeped into my voice as I responded, "They control one of the largest mafia organisations, father." I didn't want to enter into a marriage based solely on power; I longed for love, trust, and respect.

"That's precisely why," my father retorted with a menacing undertone. "You will meet him in a week, and you will make a favourable impression. There will be consequences if you fail to comply. Do you understand?" His words were laced with anger, and his teeth clenched in frustration.

The room reeked of alcohol, a familiar scent that often hangs heavy in the air when my father is around. "Yes, father," I replied, struggling to conceal my anger and frustration.

"Leave my office!" he grumbled, turning his chair away from me. A single tear escaped my eye as I closed the door quietly behind me.

I strode down the corridor, still reeling from the bombshell he had just dropped on me. Every step felt heavier with the weight of his announcement, and my mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions.

Upon reaching my room, I pushed the door closed behind me with a sense of urgency. Collapsing onto my bed, I was engulfed by a wave of hopelessness and shock. My feelings were a chaotic mix. I was a stranger to this man, Ghost. For all I knew, he could be a person of many vices—abusive, aggressive, violent, boisterous, or, worst of all, a heavy drinker like my own father. Not to mention that Ghost's reputation within Mafia circles was far from stellar. I faced the grim prospect of being trapped in a marriage with a man who might mirror my father in all the wrong ways, and it seemed like there was little I could do to change it.

Lost in my contemplations, I was startled by a gentle knock on my door. "Danni?" my mother's voice whispered softly before she cautiously entered my room.

"Mamá," I responded with a heavy heart, my face carrying the weight of sorrow. I finally allowed the sadness to wash over me. My mother embraced me tightly, offering the little solace she could. Her maternal hug served as a small refuge from the whirlwind of emotions that had overwhelmed me.

I was deeply upset, but I couldn't change the situation, so I would have to come to terms with it.

She gently stroked my back, attempting to comfort me.

"Your father informed me today about his plans; I wouldn't have allowed it if I had known sooner," she said, trying to conceal the emotion in her voice.

"I understand," I sighed, hugging my mom even tighter.

"Your brothers won't be pleased with this, particularly Miles." My mom shook her head in disappointment, her hands clasped together and resting on her lap.

Miles was my oldest brother, and surprisingly, I had the best relationship with him. I had four other brothers, making a total of five. Miles, Carlos, Justin, Logan, and the youngest, Daemon. We were all only a year apart.

We were all of Spanish heritage, but my father had forbidden us from learning a single word of Spanish. He used it to communicate with his friends and mafia associates, ensuring we couldn't eavesdrop on his conversations or learn about his plans unless he wanted us to.

"Anyway, come downstairs and join the family for dinner; it's ready." My mom spoke soothingly as she tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. She got up and left, and I followed her downstairs shortly after.

"Heyyyy!" Miles cheered, giving me a hug before noticing my troubled expression.

"What's the matter?" Miles asked with concern, drawing the attention of my other brothers.

"Nothing, just a tiring day." I smiled, trying to reassure them, and then I took my seat at the table. I watched my father walk in with a complete lack of concern.

We all ate, and everyone shared stories about their day. "So Danni, how was your day?" Daemon inquired. My father stared at me sternly while cutting his steak, a silent warning not to reveal anything.

"Uneventful," I replied with a small smile, then awkwardly started cutting into my own steak. They all gave me a few curious looks, but I brushed it off and returned to our conversation.

"I have an announcement." My father's deep voice boomed from the top of the table, grabbing our attention immediately. All my brothers immediately stopped talking since it was one of my father's many rules.