Mafia and the stubborn Ceo

"We are gathered here today to bless the lovely union of..."

Never have I thought I would be shoved into a freaking wedding gown out of my will to marry the most infuriating person in the whole world.

I had a beautiful plan laid out for my life.

•Finish high school at eighteen.

•Go to college and graduate, hopefully without landing in the police station (Who was I kidding? I landed there thrice.)

•After graduation, take on the family business, make a lot of money, and have fun for the rest of your life.

I was almost checking the last plan before I was roped into this stupid marriage. I am twenty-seven. I still have a lot of time ahead of me and a lot to do. Getting married to some scum was not part of the plan!

It was two days ago. I remember every single detail of that day - the sky was clear and I was happy the weather was friendly enough for me to go shopping. I was skipping happily to my car when I got a call from my father.

"Isabella, I want you at the villa, now!"

I knew whatever he wanted me for was going to piss me off. My father only calls me by my name whenever he means business - the business I hate most of the time. Despite being angry and frustrated as hell, I had to call my best friend, Lily, and tell her I wouldn't be making it.

"Your dad?"

I groaned as I stepped into my Maserati. "You know it." I hissed. "I just hope I won't leave this place feeling shitty."

"Sweetheart, we both know the chances of that happening are zero. Anyway, just call me immediately after you're done, okay? And please don't drink alone after. You know what happened the last time you drove under the influence."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah yeah. Catch you later, bitch."

I hung up as I pulled into the compound of the villa. I stepped out and adjusted my shades.

"This way, ma'am."

I shoved my bag into the chest of one of the guards and made my way into the villa. I could hear my dad's hearty laugh as I approached the meeting room.

"I'm sure Genovese wouldn't want to make enemies with you."

I stopped in my tracks as I heard an unfamiliar voice. I turned to Justin, my personal bodyguard. "Who is with him?"

"DeLucca."

I frowned at the mention of that name. If that old man is there, that means his bastard son is with him. So much for leaving this place without feeling shitty. I flipped my hair back and straightened my back.

"Open the door," I ordered. Justin opened the door and I stepped into the room with my chin up authoritatively.

"You're here, amore."

I ignored my dad's acknowledgment and sat on an empty seat. I crossed my legs and folded my arms.

"Why am I here?" I demanded, trying my possible best to not meet the eyes of the weasel sitting across from me.

"Manners, Isa." Dad scolded.

"Well, it isn't really good manners to call when I was in the middle of something, Dad." I shot back and Fernando DeLucca chuckled. I glanced at the old man, and he shot me a wrinkly smile.

"It's been a long time since we met, Isabella. You're even more beautiful than I remembered."

It took a lot of self-control for me not to roll my eyes. I flashed him the fakest smile I could muster and glanced at my dad.

"What is this about?"

Dad took in a deep breath and smiled. And I knew that smile. It was the nervous smile he smiles whenever he was about to make a request that would piss me off. I leaned back in my chair, bracing myself for whatever he was about to say.

"You're to marry Lorenzo, Isa." He dropped the bombshell.

Okay, I had expected something annoying but not something completely outrageously infuriating. My head couldn't register what he just said for a second.

"I have to do what?"

"It is for the company's benefit, amore."

I laughed hysterically, unable to believe the bullshit. I turned to Fernando and said, "I don't know what conclusion you and my dad had but sorry, sir, that is not possible. I would rather die than marry your son."

"I know the both of you have your differences and-" Fernando tried saying but I cut him off.

"Oh, so you know that but you still decided that us getting married is the best idea?" I fired.

"Isabella!" Dad thundered and I scoffed.

"I can't marry him, Dad!"

"And you think I want to?"

And the devil speaks. I turned to him, our gazes meeting in a deadly glare. I stared at him up and down. Has it been three years since I saw this weasel? Or four?

Gosh, he is more annoyingly handsome than I remember. His jet-black hair is tied in a man bun, framing his chiseled face. He sits on the chair like he owned the place - his back against the chair and his legs spread apart comfortably. What annoyed me more was the arrogant smirk at the corner of his lips.

"Then why did you agree to it? You wouldn't be here if you didn't agree to this bizarre proposal." I shot at him.

He sat up and leaned on his table, making my eyes catch his smooth chest exposed by the two undone buttons of his shirt. He was about to say something when Dad chipped in.

"It doesn't matter why he's here, Isa. Just so you know, you're doing this whether you like it or not."

"No, I'm not."

"Fine. If you don't then get ready to live on with no penny because I am blocking all your credit cards and you know with one word from me, you can be fired from the company."

"Oh no, you won't!"

"Try me." He challenged. I honestly feel like crying. This is not fair! I'd rather marry a dirty mouse than this weasel! "Dad, you can't do this to me," I whined and he smiled at me apologetically. I looked away from him and held my head in my hands. This is fked up!

"I see we're now on the same page," Fernando stated as he stood up. Lorenzo attempted to stand but Fernando held him down.

"Go over this with her." He instructed. Fernando left with my dad, leaving only me and the idiot in the room.

"Why did you agree to this?" I demanded, crossing my arms.

"As you know, this whole nonsense is all business so I don't need to go over the details with you. Just be careful from now on. I don't want your recklessness to jeopardize what I've been building all my life. You can go wild all you like but keep it on a low profile. Don't butt into my business and I won't butt into yours."

He stood from his seat after rambling on like a radio and walked to the door. I was not having it. His nonchalant attitude and his audacity to ignore my question. I got off my seat and walked to the door. I shut it before he could step out.

He turned to me, his sea-blue eyes assessing me with anger but I didn't give a damn about whatever fiery emotion he was feeling. "I demand an explanation," I yelled.

He turned away like he couldn't be bothered by my scream. He shoved me out of the way and I would have fallen face-flat on the floor and embarrassed myself in front of this prick if I didn't hold his arm to steady myself.

"Are you out of your mind?" I fired.

He shoved my hand off his arm and dusted it. He tucked his hands in his pocket and leaned in. "Listen here, Isabella," I gulped. The way my name rolled out his mouth made my stomach flip happily. "I hate this idea as much as you do and like you, I have no other choice but to do this so how about you make this easy for the both of us, hm?"

The dominance in his voice rendered me speechless. I could only open my mouth and close it like a f**king fish. His face was so close. Freaking close that our noses were almost touching. His gaze dropped to my lips, then moved to my eyes. "Understood?" He said in a low sexy voice.

I sucked in a breath. "Tell me, DeLucca," I said when I finally found my voice. "What is in this for you?"

He tilted his head like he didn't understand what I meant.

"I know you and your father. I know you mafia pricks don't do something unless it's beneficial to you and don't give me the bullshit of it being business related because I won't buy it."

He smirked and leaned away from my face, finally letting me breathe. "Think whatever, dragã." He said before exiting the room. He's doing it again. Calling me dragã. I don't know what it is but I'm sure it's some kind of swear word. Fucking weasel!

And there you have it people, that was how I ended up on the alter with my worst enemy.

"Do you, Isabella Romanos, promise to love and be loyal and love Lorenzo DeLucca, forever, in sickness and death?"

I'd probably kill him first.

I glanced at him and he raised a brow at me. I looked at the crowd and locked eyes with my father. He clasped his palm together, his eyes begging me not to cause a scene. Take a deep breath, Isa.

"I do," I said between gritted teeth.

The priest asked him the same question and he said the two words, "I do."

"I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Oh hell no, there is no way in hell I am...

My breath got caught short by a sudden pull by my waist. Before I could register what was happening, Lorenzo smashed his lips onto mine. I wiggled in his grip but his grip was strong.

He bit my lower lip, causing me to gasp and he sneaked his tongue in my mouth. Gosh, I hate this! I hate this fiery, dominant, and...f**k, he's a good kisser.

Before I could stop myself, an erotic sound escaped my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck subconsciously and deepened his kiss. He claimed my lips dominantly, and our breaths mixed as our lips moved together passionately. The kiss ignited a fire in me. As much as I hated it, I wanted more of him.

He broke the kiss and I almost whined for more. My chest rose and fell as I tried to catch my breath. I snapped back to my senses when I saw the triumphant smirk on the weasel's lips.

"I can hear your thighs begging to be parted, Isabella." He whispered and my face grew red.

He leaned away, his arm still against my waist as he faced the crowd and waved. I could only stare at him, wondering what the hell I just put myself into.