Forced To Marry The Mafia's Son

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l and long. The energy in the car was highly combustible. While I sat angry and mind racing with different plots, I'm pretty sure Stephano

o be occupied by just father and son. But oh well, they're billion dollar mobsters, so how c

ep

ngle my neck to look at her. Her eyes roam over the interior of my hom

use. Because for one, I do not have the strength to talk much. I'm still

and start to ascend the stairs

pinch my eyes shut still keeping my back to her a

h, the Montes girl has an attitude after all. Not just a wi

From my height, she barely reaches my shoulders,

cked, I'm not your steward, or servant, or handmaid. So, figure that out yourself, or ask one of the maids

s she is, she has more nerves than I would have guessed. I

r than mine back home", she exclaims, looking ove

u think you

t doing

rolls her eyes at me and sna

d look at the Montes girl. With every passing minute and ev

f you need a room to sleep in, ask my father who invited you over. The next time you repeat t

out", I

of my room. I sigh, now that should give a break from her too busy

s the feel of Montes blood painting my skin, washed down the drain and

*

ts my sleep short. He's literally breathing fire, as he

ully in the morning?",

It might have sounded like a joke to some other people, but I

. Is.

f the soldiers for a room to sleep in?",

k my ass for sending the girl to you?", His eyebrow rises slowly at my questio

in my study, in five", he says after

her's jaws clench. He's

s. I resist the urge to roll my eyes, simply because I am not ready to lose them. I've r

ismissively; I knew I loved the old man for

e returns with equal fervor

and exits my room. I groan. Amazing. Just

throom for a shower and a brush. I try hard not to w

o Vince study, and

me the courtesy of a glance. Well, that's as much of a probe you'd ever get from Vince

a while, I decide to app

, I'll appreciate if we went straight to the point a

chair and comes around the table to stand behind

idea", For a reason, I know I wouldn't like where this is going. Anytime Vince gives

f my shoulders and scramble to my fe

cally. I know what he's going to say bu

shake my head negati

, I all but scream. What the fuck is he thinking. C

into it like a king on his throne,

get used

"This is not game of thrones where Lord Tyw

will not raise your voice when spea

ect him through

insolence. I take it it's impulse, fueled by shock from the news. Now,

leave now, I have a

airs for breakfast, and Adela is already there picking on her food. I don't give her my attent

r ways to get out of this fucking marriage. I could kill her in her sleep, I mean strangle her. I s

in my gut told me to put a bullet through that bitch's sk

r hours and now we're supposed to be engaged. Touché. Why do I have a feeling Vince ha