Three Months With The Mafia

Chapter 2

Miranda’s Pov

I looked across to see the sexiest and most handsome man I had ever seen. He had dark hair gelled to the back, a pointed nose, sharp jawline, blue eyes like the sea and chiseled chest, one I could see through the unbuttoned part of his black shirt.

“She’s not bad. She's the perfect fit,” he said, scrutinizing me like a beef in the market for sale.

“For…? For what?” I asked but got no response.

“I'll have my man wire the money to you. I have a meeting to attend. Take her to mine,” he said, waving Alberto off as he refocused on his phone.

“Wa… Wait…” Alberto dragged me out of the car and bundled me into the black van the bouncers had entered.

“Where are you taking me? What's going on? Alberto!” I exclaimed, demanding answers as frustration rushed through me.

Slapping me across my cheek, Alberto roughly held my throat, choking me, “Perra, don't you ever raise your voice at me, got it?” I nodded yes and he released me, making me cough and gasp for air, tears streaming down my eyes.

“Please Alberto, where are we going?” I asked after I had gotten myself and wiped off my tears.

“You're going to Don Bruno 's.”

“Why?” My voice came out hoarse. I was fighting the urge to cry again.

“You'll find out when you get there. The exchange is complete.”

“But…” Alberto brought out his gun and pointed it at me, making me flinch.

“One more word and I'll end you,” he said and I instantly understood, shutting up.

I looked out the window, trying to know what route we were taking as I hoped to come up with an escape plan. It was slowly beginning to look familiar. It was the route to the airport and despite the fact that I was scared, I couldn't do anything or risk getting shut.

We arrived and Alberto ordered me to get down which I obeyed. He dragged me to an awaiting jet and pushed me inside. I met with a tall man with the scariest scar on his face who handed Alberto a box after which Alberto turned around and left.

“Wait! No! Alberto! Please… Please…” I screamed and begged, trying to get down the jet but the man with the scar dragged me further inside and strapped me. I started to scream and cry, banging on the window but nothing was done

As I stared at Alberto's retreating back, I

got scared at what these people could do to me. I was slowly getting tired and drained but I was not ready to oblige to whatever exchange this was. So, I kept banging on the window and screaming for help.

Before I knew it, someone behind me used a white handkerchief and pressed it on my face. Try as I might, I couldn't fight off the sudden sleep that washed through me. Then, I faded into oblivion.

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“Hey! Hey!” I heard as I slowly opened my blurry eyes to see a man that looked like he was in his middle twenties.

“Get up!” He shouted and I slowly dragged myself up, wiping my eyes and followed them.

He and the scarred man led us to an awaiting jeep and we drove off. I had no strength in me to fight anymore, so, I simply obeyed, scared that they might drug me.

I looked out the busy streets and instantly recognized it as Mexico. I had been transported back to Mexico against my will. What has dad gotten me into? Is this my new life?

We arrived at the manor and I was awed by the beauty, class and sophistication it held. My eyes were drawn to the exquisite artwork that adorned the walls - paintings that seemed to tell a story, each one a masterful display of skill and artistry.

I followed them to a room that looked like a study but it held class. The room was a testament to the owner's wealth and status, but it was also a reflection of their impeccable sense of style and their appreciation for the finer things in life.

“Don, She's here.” I heard and snapped my head to the direction the voice was facing.

“Leave us,” the figure that stood across the office, staring down the building through the bay window said and they all exited.

The man turned around and I instantly recognized him. He was the man from earlier, the angelic man. Immediately, I had mixed emotions towards him. I did not know if I should indulge in admiring him or fear for my life. What I did know however, was that I needed to know why I was here.

“Sign this,” he sat down and pushed an opened file with a piece of paper in it to me.

“Wh… Why? Who are you and what do you want with me?”

He stared at me blankly, coldly, disregarding my questions but I was hesitant. I didn't know what he wanted me to sign and there was no way I'd sign it , at least not willingly. I could be signing off my life to him.

“What's this?” I carried the file up and started reading. “What? No! I'm not signing this, no way!”

“Listen girl, you either sign that or I'll ship you off to my brothel. You look cute enough to be a slut.” His face was stoic and his demeanor was intimidating, something about him made me feel the need to fear him. But…

“There's no way I'm agreeing to be your contract wife for a second, talk less of 3 months. No!”

“Well, you know the next option. I'm giving you the liberty to choose. Now, what's it going to be?”

“But… I… I… can't… I have my life… I…” I couldn't fathom the sickening proposal I was handed. I was in a state of dilemma with options shoved at me, ones I would rather not choose.

“Baby…” a classy, beautiful lady walked into the office, sat on his thigh and gave him a kiss. “Hasn't she signed it already?” She looked at me condescendingly.

Who was she? Why was she staring me down? Most importantly, why do I have to sign this if he already has someone that could take the role of his wife?

“Alright then. Lucía, get Andrea to come take her to the hotel,” he ordered and as she stood to leave. I stopped her.

“I'll sign the document. I'll be your wife for six months.”