Forced To Marry The Mafia's Son

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yesterday in general. It's not just absurd that I have to be engaged to, no scratch that

s involuntarily trace my jaw that still not just hurts, but tingles from when he grabbed it harshly yesterday. Sure a bruise would b

mind is still speeding four hundred kilometers per hour, with the most possible way to either kill Stephano Mendoza or co

e of Stephano's goons. I roll my eyes and glare so hard at the soldier, tha

reath. Amazing . So, not only is the boss a moody fucker, b

d my arms under my brea

said t

ntly, not caring. If he has an issue with my response, he can walk up to me and try beating me up. The st

t, but just leave it at the emphasis level. The soldier fixes me one ver

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tual r

bed. I have no doubts, no doubts at all that the other

hat I sent back his soldier, would be a major slap to his face, and I for

aited appearance. His eyes scan the room,

rt is also ink black and slicked back ever so neatly, is not helping the case. My eyes linger on him for longer than exp

ld wristwatch catches in the light, illuminating it more. Now he's closer

know how long I'll keep up with your stu

ract", he chuckles. Leaning over, a

ll you too. A knife to the neck would seem fine, no?", He perks a finely shaped eyebrow, a

tairs in his well pressed suit, to come here after I sent his soldier back to him isn't because I refused to ea

ed back to those enchanting grey eyes of his. It's like they're see

l from those childhood

back against the headboard, while Stephan

k in his pocket, he throws me a blank st

d, and I want to know what

He doesn't even give me the s

d, he's alive. I keep my promises, kid", With that belittling tag hanging in the sp

r, but that would be dramatic, and I'm not. This isn'

Son of

ome and an asshole, for thinking I'm in no position to make not just demands, but any

g me breakfast. Sure Stephano already told them not to. And I'm well aware that me refusing breakfast does not affect S

as Stephano Mendoza makes me want to puke. The marriage part does that to me

st won't stop grumbling. Yup, that's what happens to you the next day, when a certain six foot something, grey eyes, obsessed with

day. Twenty- four hours hunger strike in a

look like a fucking zombie. Like I've been run over by a t

ces and my eyes not only look like, but feel

ul. Jus

love to do

using them now a days, I'm starting to get scared too. I brush

elping one bit, because my stomach grumbles all the way to the dining

no lau

eeks, grey eyes glinting and nic

niverse, or an evil spirit or maybe an

ause an angel can't occu

mile in my brain, because it does things to me it shouldn't. Because now when he smiles, he lo

ace drains out, faster than water would pass out of a bathroom drainage. Now this, is the St

nd take a seat opposite Stephano. His father – whom I've known to go by the name Vince Mendoz

, fixing button of his sui

all clad in monochrome. But today, he's in all white. And I swear, if I didn't alre

hano Mendoza back there?", He throws me a disapproving glance. I know I'm talkin

take it as my cue to cont

h a handsome guy and I wonder why you're not as nice as the others e.g. your dad, a.k.a Vince Mendoza. He's a very nice old man. I guess if he was youn

because, did I just say out loud

No wonder he's been looking at me ever so blankly. I better put on th

ling of his body against...", I take a pause to look over at S

father thing, because it always ge

like it

ff and his scowl deepens. Re

scoff at me again, ever", he

business of mine is that?", I am tempted to tos

about his father, FATHER, in a sexual c

rises to his feet, and smo

his body", I blanch. Did he just call me a sexual turn off? And did he say boner? My eyes innocently drift t

with a man before, doesn't mean my fantasies haven't run wild. If he notices, he doesn't ac

ts the dining room. I huff and fall further into the chair. He acted,

t's tota

us on most days is because she

head of all this drama for the last three months. I've been cooped up in this multi- mil

ut the front doors. For some weird reason, there are no soldiers to ask where I'm headed. No

I survive. I'm shocked, but not too shocked that t

legs are killing me by the time I spot the nearest coffee s

r away from civilization? I mean I know they're mob bosses, s

or the coffee I ordered to pass time with my last cash. I drag my ass out o

o turn around though, that'd mean I'm aware of their presence, if there's anyone. And I can't risk that. So

mmon. First it's home to a lot of drug Lords and mob bosses on vacations and business. Second, the streets are overflowing with

laughs behind me. He's probably the one whose presence I've been feeling. Shit.

acing my voice. The one before me come closer,

fear and praying to my dear God that someone com

ed road e.g. being killed and missing some organs when your

he hooded one in front of me te

's around or one of his goons", he says to his companion.

to free my arm from his grip, but it is about a

ow hard I tried to dig my feet into the floor to stop from being pulled along, it was especia

It's one that's been ingrained in the hard drives of my brain. Like a tattoo. But then, h

a gun pressed to the temple of his captive, whil

he hooded one mocks, but when Stephano digs the tip of

and you can hav

hen said buddy is history", Stephano presses the gu

ays, pushing me towards Stephano. I stum

et my b

n't move, doesn't break his stance till they get into their

does he

onds, and you start getting yourself in trouble", he grabs my

one and dragging

door open and

on his face, I quietly step in. He slams the door shut and rounds the car. Throwing

a birthday present? It even looks so new, super clean

ans

a bitch you don't want to take home or a motel or...", The car screeches to

ing at me so hard, smoke fi

cough, anything", he grits out, his patience hanging

r get jokes?", His head whips in my directio

op talking, I'm...",

e emphasizes my name. He does that

s into my temple. Probably because I huffed at him. Because, that's it, but I give ze