His Mafia Bride

The evening is warm, the summer breeze blowing through the hairs of three young females that push their way into a nearby club.

   The club is boisterous, animated and lively.

Dim burundi lights and white foggy smoke set the ambiance of the lively club as the people dance to the rhythm of the music.

"I don't think we should be here" were the words that left the peach lips of the youngest girl, Alina. Her eyes raked the appearance of everyone it could spot in the club.

Her two older sisters, Vanessa and Leila stared at her dumbfounded.

  "What?" She shrugged her shoulders at them going over to the bar counter.

"Why are you such a baby? I get you are the youngest but can't you atleast be daring!" Leila yells coming over to meet her at the bar.

"Why must you always be scared?" Vanessa concurs.

"Dad just said..."Alina tries defending herself but is quickly shunned off by her older sisters.

"Daddy's pet. Stop acting like you are the most obedient you know. It will not get you anywhere" Vanessa scoffs before leaving.

  Alina stared at her silhouette figure disappear into the club and her eyes narrows back to Leila.

"Leila you understand me don't you? You are the eldest. I'm just trying to..."

"Save it" Leila immedately scowls before leaving Alina to herself.

    Alina watches her sisters disperse and a sudden sting of sharp pains brews up within her.

ALINA

  I watch my sisters leave me like always and I suddenly feel a gag haul up to my throat. Why do they always see any thing I do as a threat?

It has just been this way ever since we were little. They don't consider me as a sister and are always quick to throw accusing fingers at me.

  Father loves all his children equally and I wasn't trying to proove that I was the most obedient and diligent just for his favour. They are my sisters for God's sake.

What will I gain from putting them in a bad light? My pain has me demanding and I immedately scamper towards the exit.

   I ignore my sisters who also ignore my leaving presence as they twirl their bodies around men. The club has a stench of sex and alcohol soaring in the air.  I wouldn't be surprised if people were having sex in the bathroom.

  Reaching for the glass doors of the club, I mistakenly bump into a tall figure who walks into the club the exact time I reach forward for the door handle.

  "Sorry" I mumble past him not wanting to stand and apologise further. I can barely even see his face because of how dim the lightening is in the club.

Rubbing my forehead, I ambled outside when an arm suddenly spurn me around from behind.

  My eyes meet with three men of equal muscularity and confusion washes over my face. Grabbing my expression with their bareful stares, they seemed so dangerous. The kind you shouldn't mess with.

"What do you want?" I ask putting up a stoic expression on my face.

"When you apologise, do it properly" one announces, flashing me dagger eyes.

My brows pull together. He wasn't even the one I bumped into so what was his stress?

  I could tell he wasn't the one even though I didn't see the face of who I hit but the outfits stood as a distinction.

"You aren't even the one I bumped into" I retorted back.