TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA

arrangement but I see now ho

ay? I'll give t

ng ba

Marc

that would descri

in

nn

, pieces

successfully fooled every

Don soon and I'll make sure to

or me, becoming Don

ing me to return home for some emergency and I did return, only I could never have guessed the

tate in Sicily where I was met by my mother and sister. But even

s consigliere clinking their glasses in agreement to something while they cackled-an

idn't agree to the arrangement, my birth right would be stri

for my dear sister to somehow get entangled with this blood ridden world o

eeply. Annabella isn't the type of woman to get married for the sake of it, and even if she is willing to be

suspicions when it

an Mafia-and my famiglia is one, if not the biggest of

trusted. Not eve

mber of the mafia, I've never been regarded a fool and I'm not about to become one n

ould drive me to a very ugly place. Annabella is an overbearing, dominating, rude, disrespectful, who

ould want such a woman

he's gotten all the answers he needs, I began digging deep, secretly searching

dly eve

le arrangement and I knew it deep down in

seemed a little

s a twin sis

kept hidden for G

ormation they could on her, and within a few days w

ry information I needed, ranging from pictures

d to Annabella and they haven

g to thi

Fuck, her eyes, there're so enchanting, intimidating, phenomenal. One ice co

at had me wanting to meet her, something that played with my head so much so I almost

u

in and I've only

he fact

er with my wife to be and her father. Just as the door to the private area slides open, my eyes fall on this thought-

dressed, her hair, her make up, her dentition when she gives my mother a genui

rest

esence and I immediately curse myself. I'm supposed to be more concern

than to play along until I'm sure why he's making a dangerous move of this manner. And of

hated him fo

to ruin him in the m

in front of me in attempt to get a reaction out of her but she only turns around, narrowing

e eyes, someth

drift too far. Instead of letting her the pleasure of eye fucking me, I tease her furthe

me. She clears her throat

ng of satisfaction-Annabella would never ignore me

aive but she's d

ng herself involved in agreeing to this sic

wedding

aring at my soon to be wife. And I know she knows I'm staring from the way she squirms on her seat. A part of

the l

m

table conversation with my mother and I follow behind her. Anything to get close t

e restroom door shut, making sure to click

her by now that I'm awa

Annabella, since she's deci

the opportunity to take a better look at her. She's quick to notice my game play when my

bride to get nervous once

e step backward until her back is against the marble counter. I hum, dragging in a breath, comp

t it? Matteo?"

rail my fingers across her cleavage and she backs herself up more into the counter looking to create some level of distance between us. "You're the only pers

lent as though contemplating

gaze never lifting from the ground. It become

abella." I rasp and I'm immediately satis

firms that we've never c

risingly. My knuckles rest beneath her chin, keeping her head up, my thumb stroking her jaw whilst my e

ct le

al

n, I let out a sco

t Marcelo takes me for a fool so much so that he d

e's so

re so

n and empty my chamber on her, but bein

g a war over some little,

up but in a fun way. Her reactions when I'd tease he

th alcohol if you can'

ing

on would be discovering the reason behind this game th

sure, it is going to

but int