The Mafia Queen

"Yo Marcus, where the hell you at?" A man yelled, waking me up with a start. I jumped up and looked around the room. I didn't have a clue where the hell I was. It looked like a fancy hotel room. What the f**k? "Marcus!!! Bother, where you at?" the man yelled again, getting closer. Who the hell was Marcus, and why was he looking for him here? And where the hell was here? "Marcus!" the man yelled as he opened the door and walked in. I stood there frozen, not sure what to do. "Marcus, come on man, get up, we got to go," the man said, walking in and going right to the windows to open the curtains. The room instantly lit up. I turned away and shielded my eyes. "What the f**k!" a different man yelled from the bed, making me jump. Where the hell did he come from? "Well helllllo!" the man by the curtains said, finally noticing me standing there. I squinted my eyes and looked at him. He was looking me up and down with a smile on his face. The way he was looking at me made me look down at myself. "WHAT THE f**k!" I yelled as I grabbed one of the blankets and wrapped it around me to cover up the red sexy lingerie I was wearing. Where the hell did that come from? It's definitely not something I would ever buy. Reds not really my color. The man in the bed jumped up and looked at me. DAMN! He was naked and sexy as hell! I licked my lips as I looked him up and down. "Like what you see Princess?" he asked, giving me a sexy smile that I swear made me wet. Damn he was fine. "Mmmmm so you do," he said, looking at me with hunger in his eyes. He didn't try to cover or hide his body from me as he walked around the bed and stood in front of me, making my heart stop. He reached his arm out and pulled me to him, so that my body was pressed against his. "Breath baby." he whispered into my ear. Goose bumps ran down my back, making me shiver. "Mmmm, you smell so sweet," he said, running his tongue down my neck, making me tremble in his arms. f**k this man was hot. I should have pushed him away and told him to stop, but my body was screaming DON'T STOP! What the hell, who the hell was this guy? The man by the window cleared his throat, pulling me out of my lust-filled bubble. I tried to push him away but that only made him pull me tighter to him. "Rapha, give us a minute. I need to talk to Athena." What the f**k, how did he know my name? What the f**k was going on? Where the hell was Donte? The man by the window nodded and left the room. Leaving me alone with the sexy man who was still holding me tightly to his naked body. "Good morning, beautiful," he said, staring at me with that same sexy smile. "Who are you?" I asked, looking up at him and trying not to look at his lips. They looked so soft, an urge to run my tongue along his full bottom lip ran through me. OMG, Athena snap out of it. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm in a strange room with strange men. One of which is naked, and I'm wearing sexy lingerie and now all I can think about is his lips. "I'm your husband," he said, still smiling at me. I couldn't take my eyes off those lips. Wait, did he just say husband? "Excuse me?" I said, pulling my eyes from his lips and looking up at him. That was a bad idea. His eyes were more intoxicating than his lips. "Wait, what?" I was so confused. I would have remembered getting married last night. "You don't remember flying to Las Vegas with me last night?" "WHAT?" I yelled as I tried to pull out of his arms. "I guess not," he said, not loosening his grip around me. "Can you please let me go?" I asked, trying to take deep breaths to keep calm. "I'm sorry baby, but I can't. Not until we talk. If you don't remember, I can't have you running away from me," he said, pulling me closer to his chest. "I'm not going to run away, I just need some space. I'm freaking out here in case you didn't notice," I told him as I tried to get out of his arms again. He kissed the top of my head, then dropped his arms but didn't make any effort to give me more space, so I took a step back. He reached out and pulled me back. "I'll let you go, but you have to stay right here. I can't handle the distance between us." "It's only like 3 inches," I said, shaking my head at him, but he didn't let me go, he just stared down at me. His eyes felt like they were reaching out to hold my soul. I had to look away. "Fine," I said, not looking up at him. He dropped his arms, I didn't move. "Let's sit down," he said, taking my hand and leading me the few steps it took to get back to the bed. I sat down beside him. I was unable to take my eyes off him. He kept my hand in his. "My name is Marcus Dalaney. We met last night in New York. Do you remember that?" he asked, looking at me hopeful. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the last thing I remember. I was in New York with two of my cousins and some of our girlfriends. They took me out to celebrate my last few days of being single. The announcement will be sent out to all the families in three days to let them know that, after months of tournaments, my engagement has finally been decided. I would be married off to the Stollie family. I was not happy about it, which was why I agreed to going out and getting drunk. I wanted to forget the way his greasy hands felt as they touched my arm. I still can't believe he won all the challenges. He was a slime ball, but he passed all the tests my father set for my future husband. If I didn't know better I would swear he cheated somehow, but I knew that was impossible. No one but myself and my father knew what the test would be. We made sure of it. My father wanted a fair playing field for all suitors he instead upon it. "Athena?" Marcus whispered, pulling me from my own thoughts. "Do you remember us meeting?" We were at the Fire House. I had just finished doing a body shot off a hot shirtless boxer. He was bragging about winning some fight. I didn't pay much attention to him. I was only interested in 2 things: getting drunk and forgetting about Louis. A memory of a group of guys hitting on us and buying us drinks popped into my head, everything after that is fuzzy. "I'm sorry. The last thing I remember was being at the Fire House and doing shots," I said, feeling a little embarrassed. "Well, that sucks. But it doesn't change anything were still married," he said, giving me that sexy smile again. "I can't be married," I said, starting to panic. My father was going to kill me if he finds out. "Well sorry to disappoint you baby, but you are legally my wife." "My father is going to kill me." "Your father is just going to have to get over it and accept it because I'm not letting you go." I didn't see my father getting over me being married. All I could picture was my new husband being killed by my father's men the minute he finds out.