The Mafia Queen

Chapter 4

Athena (POV)

I took the clothes from Marcus and headed to the bathroom. He may be my husband, but I still needed privacy. I took a quick shower using his body wash and hair products that were already in the shower. I liked that I would smell like him all day. The thought made me smile. I have a husband, and it's not that loser Louis. He was going to go ballistic when he finds out I'm not marrying him. I hope I can find some way to get my father on my side. I need his blessing.

I'll have to worry about that later. Right now, Marcus was waiting for me and I didn't want to make him late for his meeting. I put on his clothes and took a quick look in the mirror. I looked better than I thought I would. I ran my fingers through my hair to try and work out some of the knots. I didn't have a brush with me and I didn't see any. I gave up after a few times of running my hands through it. It wasn't going to work so I pulled up into a high messy bun and walked out of the bathroom.

Marcus was sitting on the bed looking at his phone with a serious look on his face. He didn't move or look up when I walked out of the bathroom.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, walking over to him.

He looked up and smiled when he saw me. "Just checking my emails. You look beautiful, are you ready for breakfast?" he asked me, standing up and holding out his hand to me. I was glad to see that he had put on a pair of sweatpants, but it was still hard to keep my eyes from roaming down his body. He was like a Greek god who had just descended from the heavens above. No one had a right to look that good.

I didn't realize I was touching him until he let out a moaning sound. That's when I noticed I had my hand on his chest and was slowly running it down his stomach. The second I realized what I had done, I pulled my hand away.

"I'm so sorry I don't know what came over me." I apologized, looking away as I felt my face heat up from embarrassment.

"Athena, I am your husband, you have every right to touch me. You never have to apologize for wanting to put your hands on me. Your touch feels amazing," he said, lifting my head to look at him and giving me a sexy smile. I was not used to men wanting me to look at them this much. All the men I encounter do everything they can to not look me in the eye out of fear of my father.

It was nice. It made me feel seen. There was only one other person who looked at me when he talked to me and that was Dante. But Dante was my uncle, so he didn't count.

"Come on baby, let's get you fed," he said, putting his arm over my shoulder and leading me out the bedroom door.

I froze when I saw the three huge men standing in the sitting room. They all bowed their heads to us, making me feel a little uncomfortable.

"Your okay sweetheart, these are my most trusted men," he said, removing his arm from my shoulder and taking my hand instead.

"You met Raphael," he said, pointing to the man who had come into his room earlier.

Raphael walked over to where we were standing and dropped on one knee and bowed his head to me.

"My queen," he said, keeping his head down. It made me laugh the way he addressed me. Being who I was, I was used to being shown respect, but this was on a whole different level.

"Maximus, my right-hand man," Marcus said, introducing the huge man standing by the long leather couch. The man named Maximus walked over to us and addressed me the same way Raphael had. Both men stayed bowed down to me.

"My personal assistant, Paul." Marcus introduced the smaller of the three men. Paul walked over and greeted me the same as both Maximus and Raphael.

"Jaxson should be arriving any minute with your clothes. You may rise," Marcus said casually to the three men kneeling before me. He acted like their greeting was a normal thing, so I tried to brush it off as normal behavior, but nothing about it felt normal. Men didn't bow down to me on a daily basis.

"Come, let's eat," he said as he pulled me over to the round table loaded with food. He pulled out my chair for me to sit, then took the seat next to me. "Take what you want," he told me, then turned to his men. I smiled and took some bacon and some toast.

"We will be leaving once Athena's clothes arrive. Paul, please bring the car around," Marcus ordered. Paul bowed, then left the room. "Athena will be accompanying me to the meeting."

"Marcus, I don't think that's a good idea," Maximus said, staring at Marcus like he lost his mind.

"Athena is my queen. She goes wherever I go," Marcus growled.

Maximus barred his neck to Marcus. "Yes my king."

Did he just say my king? Why do they call us king and queen? I didn't know a whole lot about Marcus. I heard my father mention his name a few times when talking about business. I overheard him tell Dante that Marcus was heartless in his personal life and ruthless in the business world. I saw his picture on the cover of a few magazines. The pictures didn't do him justice. I can see why he has been voted the sexiest man alive for the past six years.

Was I making a mistake? Was Marcus staying married to me to infiltrate my family? Was this all planned? No, I see the way he looks at me, I feel a connection to him. I have only known him for maybe 45 minutes. I can't count last night because I was to drunk to remember anything. s**t my father was going to kill me.