OWNED BY MY MAFIAS BOSS

“Find him and bring him here!” Bryce thundered to the men in black, and they scurried away like little squirrels. I flinched at his voice and raised my head a little. I stole a glance at him, and my blood ran cold. Suddenly, I couldn’t recognize him anymore. Bryce, my father-in-law, just didn’t look like the helpless, handsome man I saw a day ago.

I had never seen this version of him. I looked around and wasn’t oblivious to the numerous pairs of eyes on me. Yes, I could see the invisible question marks on their heads, but I too didn’t have answers to some of their questions.

“Oh my, was she so horrible that she had to stand up on her wedding day?” I heard someone say, It was as loud as a gong, but only to my ears, I guess. I turned my head in the direction of that whisper. It was an older woman talking to her friend. To be honest, I never dreamed of having to be dressed in the most beautiful wedding gown I have ever seen, only to be stood up by my groom. It was not part of my plans, but life has a way of overturning our plans.

“Mr. Gilbert, if your son doesn’t arrive any moment from now, I’m afraid I will have to call off the wedding,” the priest said to Bryce. Bryce walked to the priest smiling, but the look I saw on his face was that of horror. 

Something was wrong. I looked down at Bryce’s trousers, and my eyes caught a gun hanging down. I froze. He wouldn’t. Bryce wouldn’t even try it. It wouldn’t be right. I thought to myself, but at the same time, what has been right since I came into this church? If the priest was threatened with a gun, what would be my case if I made the wrong move? He would probably blow my brains out. I shuddered at that thought.

“Just what have I gotten myself into?” I remembered when I had agreed to get married to Bryce’s son. I looked from left to right. Maybe there was a secret door or something, but there was none. Deep down, I prayed that Adrian wouldn’t show up. Maybe I don’t need to marry him, as he doesn’t want to get married either, but one look at Bryce told me otherwise.

Bryce was the one who called the shots here, and from our earlier conversation, I dared not run from our agreement. “Sara?” I turned to find Bryce staring at me with a soft expression on his face. “Do you need to sit? Do you need anything to eat?” he asked as he examined me.

“No, I'm okay, thank you,” I replied politely. I didn’t want to give up on him because I didn’t know what he had in store for me. He nodded and beckoned for one of his men to come. I stared at his suit. It was screaming affluence. It was then that I remembered what the internet said when I decided to look him up.

"BRYCE GILBERT BILLIONAIRE. OWNER OF THE BIGGEST CONGLOMERATE IN THE COUNTRY, ROURMED TO BE THE LEADER OF THE POWERFUL GILBERT MAFIA GANG"

It had been said that the Gilberts were a mafia family lineage, known to be the most powerful mafia gang. The government couldn’t arrest them because they were part of the government too, hence their prolonged existence. My line of thought was suddenly interrupted when I heard shouts.