Contract Marriage With My Mafia Student

Ch. 11

Davina's Pov:

"Do you mind us having lunch somewhere?" He asked.

"Nope, I just want to go home and relax my muscles." I responded. But his lips curled up in a smirk.

He caressed his chin while smirking, "The question wasn't a yes or no question. It was rather what restaurant would you like us eat, that's what it was all about."

"Oh, so it's already been decided thing here?" I asked, anger coursing through my body.

"Take it as you like. I assume you want me to decide where we would eat. So, we stop here." he took a sharp turn and parked the car in a parking loft. I look out the windshield and see a capacious building, Chinese words written on the sign board 'Fu King Chinese'. Seems we were to done in a Chinese restaurant, i thought having no impression or what so. The place was neatly decorated, the environment screamed wealth. If I remember right, this wss one of the biggest Chinese restaurants in the area.

We were politely led to our table when we stepped into the restaurant, Vincenzo like s gentle man pulled out the chair for me. With an expressionless face, i sat and he comfortably tucked me in before he took his seat. A waiter immediately approached us with a notebook and a pen in his hands, ready to take our orders as we skimped through the menu book.

"Good afternoon." The Chinese man bowed his head while greeting. He then shifted his gaze to meet mine. I'm sure he wanted to take my order first, but I didn't say anything.

"For me, I'll love to have Kung pao chicken, Wonton soup with a little bit of pepper, and for the lady, Pecking roasted duck, Mapo tofu and spring rolls." Vincenzo ordered for the both of us as if it was a daily normal thing. The waiter wrote down his orders and bowed his head before dismissing himself.

He gently banged the table, requesting my attention, and when he finally got it, he cleared his throat before speaking, "That's what you're thinking of ordering for, right?" His lips hooked up in a smile.

"For how long have you been stalking me?" I wore a surprised look. I couldn't believe that he knew exactly the Chinese dishes i usually order for. "Speak up," I demanded.

"Well, it was one morning when I was passing through the study room. I overhead a discussion with that chatty Italian prof, you were telling her your love for Chinese foods. From your conversation I heard you liked all the dishes I ordered for you, i also keep the things I find out about you in heart, such as your likes and dishes..." He said, his voice growing softer.

I remember this day, but it has been long, if I'm not mistaken probably four months ago. How could he still have remember that? An air of melancholy surrounded me, to be honest if things were to be different, he wasn't bad to have as a partner. s**t! Screw that thought!

"You are just a creepy stalker! You need to see a psychiatrist." I said my voice sounded serious.

"Okay, okay. Let's talk about something else." He tried taking my hands into his, but I was quick to evade and pulled my hands away, "Tell me why you panicked in class. What were you exactly afraid of? Afraid you'll become the topic of mockery or afraid that your cooked up stories you've been building up since we got married would be found to be lies?" Vincenzo asked looking straight into my eyes.

I was frustrated, I didn't know what to say. It was best I changed the topic. "Is that why you flaunt around wearing that ring?" I didn't even have the courage to call it our marital ring.

His gaze shifted to his finger, his one hand caressing the ring on the other hand, "Why don't you want me to wear my ring? I'm a married man so it's only normal for me to put it on." He said the facts boldly.

"Aren't you afraid people might suspect something and would want to look into who you are married to?"

"That's why I asked you to stop teaching, at least for now. It wouldn't take the students long for them to discover there's something going on between us." He said calmly. He seemed not to be bothered should in case something like this ever happened.

"Your food, sit, ma'am." The waiter said breaking the tension, it was as if we had a tactical understanding and put behind what we were conversing about as our foods were served. While eating, we constantly kept making eye contacts. Each time our eyes met, I pretended I was looking at the individual behind him as I would remove my eyes and fix it behind him. He only smirked when I did that.

I can't believe I was still acting like an adolescent who just fell in love. I'm a grown-up and I ain't in love, b****y hell!

After we were done with our meals, he took my hand and walked me out. I tried pulling several times to have him release my hands from his grip, but my resistance was futile.

"Get in baby girl." He said as he opened the passenger door for me. "Baby girl?" Why did he have to use such pet name? I'm f*cking older than he is, does he even. care about that?

Vincenzo's Pov:

When we arrived at the house, Davina entered the house, while I went to the dungeons, to check on our prisoners who had decided to say nothing regarding where Dembele's hideout was.

"Still refusing to talk, is he?" I asked one of the boys guarding the dungeon, hoping he had a positive news. At glance, from his facial expression I could understand our hadn't hadn't said a word.

"Do you want me to kill you? After i deposit of you without a trace, i go after your families and wipe them out clean, never will there be generations and descendants to continue your ancestry." I threatened sternly. I may have been born into a mafia family and grew up as one, but I was never going to take the life an innocent soul except if that person ever cause harm to me and my family. So threatening to wipe out his family was all just talk trying to instill fear in him.

I ordered for one of the boys to splash water on the backs of the prisoners, i took the whip. I made the prisoners lie on the cold floor, drenched from head to toe. Next, I began flogging every part of his body. I didn't care about wherever the whip landed on their bodies. Until they gave me the information I needed, I was going to continue treating them that way.

After Thirty minutes of t*****e, I threw the whip to the floor, their bodies covered in horrifying whip marks in the form of fresh wounds and oozing blood. I decided to change my t*****e tool and went for a karambit knife, i pierced I'm every parts of their bodies with the knife, their agonizing screams echoed in the dungeon. But yet still they wouldn't give up the whereabouts of Dambele. Their loyalty to their boss was really admirable, it was sad that we were enemies if not so i recruiting such loyal boys to the Cassano family wouldn't be bad.

"I'm going to let you be today, but tomorrow we would try another method, let's see how resistant you can be." I smirked before leaving the dungeon.

I made my way straight to mine and Davina's room after leaving the dungeon, I was so lost in thoughts on how to get our captives give up the information we needed that I forgot to knock on the door before entering. Behold, My sights fell on Davina's n***d body. It looked like she had just had her bath and was struggling to wear her clothes.

"OMG, get out! Can't you see I'm dressing?" She gasp before covering her body with her hands. She reacted strongly which left me baffled, weren't we like married and seeing her body was a normal thing. But well what can i say? With how much i love her, of course I'll let her have her way. But s**t! What did I just do? I couldn't believe that I let some small fries get to me that I forgot to knock on the door. I had no idea she was having her bath, i wouldn't have intruded just like that, i am actually trying to take a slow approach with her until she finally opens up to me.