Captive to the Mafia Lord

Daniella’s POV “What is the meaning of this? How could you do this to me, at this age, it’s not possible, I can’t marry someone I don’t love” My legs are shaking as I raise my voice, the anger in my voice can be easily noticed. I stare at my Dad in a haze. “Are you arguing with me?” says my dad, “you have to do as I want or else you will regret the day you know me as your father.” “No! I won’t” in my rage voice. Then I realized that my anger wouldn’t resolve the issue because my dad (Marco) doesn’t like it when someone argues with him. “Dad, please tell me this is all a joke,” I ask, my voice shaking at the moment like I’m going to cry. “Are you tired of me staying with you? I can get a place of my own, please Dad, or I’m a kind of burden to you because of your business. That is the reason you want to marry off to someone I know nothing about.” By now my face is already buried in my hands, I was crying softly, my shoulders shaking, and my long blonde hair was falling over my face. “I don’t care the drama you put up, you are going to marry Ethan, final,” says my father. I went upstairs to meet my grandmother, she is the only one I can talk to when I’m having issues bothering my mind since my mother died of cancer, when I was eight years. “Just tell me the truth grandma, do you know about my father marrying me off to someone I barely even know? “I think he is joking or he is drunk to say this to me”. “Daniella, your father wants the best for you and this family,” says my grandmother. My father came to meet us and gave my grandmother one last look and walked back down to the hallway leaving my grandma to care of my ‘Goofy behavior’. “Why is it now that he is bringing this up? I celebrated my Twenty-Eight birthday yesterday, does he wants to spoil my mood in this new age? I say to my grandmother. “No darling, you did nothing wrong, we are left with no choice but this, believe me when I say this, it’s for the good of the family. You will understand later on” she said. Hearing this, I was anxious to hear more about the whole thing, that got me involved. My sobs were like the sound of a breaking glass. “Okay, can you tell me about this Ethan, my father wants me to get married by force, I don’t know him, or what he does for a living. I uttered. My grandma sighs………hmmmmm “Ethan Luciano owns Luciano Enterprises, he is a powerful mafia boss. Luciano Group of Company is involved in a variety of illegal activities, including gambling, racketeering, and drug trafficking” she added. My mouth was opened and couldn’t close for like 15 minutes. “He is a mafia leader like my father, which I expect will be violent, unforgiving, and most of all dominant, how can I spend the rest of my life with such a human, agh, I’m dead already” Now that’s where the issue starts, I can’t and will never be his wife, I said this in my mind while still shedding tears, lying on the floor. “You better talk to my father, which is your son, at least you gave birth to him, please, and please I’m begging you, Grandma. She was staring at me, looking deeply into my eye. “My dear, is better you put yourself together and embrace what your father wanted, I guess in a few days Ethan's men will be here to take you to Ethan’s mansion,” She said. My head rings, it’s like I’m dreaming, my heart is pounding and my eyes are swollen like an ostrich egg. “What did you say? You mean in some days?” I uttered. “You heard me right” my grandma answered. I slowly got up from the floor where I had inadvertently slipped after my talk with my grandma. “So, we won’t even have a formal wedding?” I ask. My grandma frowns her face, and I can sense she is tired of me questioning her, well, it’s not my fault, she gave birth to the man that wants to marry me to a stranger. “Ummm….” I utter in a deep voice. I summon my courage that I’m not going to marry that asshole. I went into my room to change my dress and did some little make-up because of my swollen face, I cried myself out. I went for a very bold look, making me look entirely different from my usual shy look. I open my closet looking for what to wear. A black crop top with a plunging neckline and spaghetti straps and a pair of black skinny jeans that hug my figure together with my black high heels that will make me feel confident and powerful with my small black clutch bag. I look at myself in the mirror. “I’m hot,” I said to myself. As I step out of my room, our maids stare at me, I have not dressed like this for an outing before, and I know they will be curious about where I’m going. I pick my car key, a Mercedes-Benz S-Class given to me by Dad as my 25th-year birthday gift, and drove out of the compound. I just want to find somewhere to cool my head. I pull up at a restaurant bar, just a few hour's drive from our house, and enter inside. “So this is how crowded this place is?” I said to myself, well I just have to stay away from home for some hours. I order a refreshing cocktail and find a secluded corner to sit in and gather my thoughts. The dimly lit ambiance of the bar gives me a sense of solitude, allowing me to reflect on everything that's happening in my life. As I sip my drink, memories of my childhood and my mother flood my mind. She was the one who taught me to be strong and independent, always encouraging me to pursue my dreams. It's been fifteen years since she passed away, and I still miss her terribly. I know she would never want me to be forced into a marriage against my will. Feeling a mixture of frustration and determination, I take out my phone and start doing some research on Ethan Luciano. The information I find only confirms my worst fears. He is indeed a dangerous and ruthless man, and I refuse to be a part of his world. I decide that I need to confront my father once more, to make him understand that I won't comply with his demands. As I was immersed in my thoughts about how to get my freedom from this forced marriage, a familiar figure approached me. It was a tall, well-built young man with warm brown eyes and a bright smile that could light up any room. It took me a moment to register who he was, but then it hit me like a wave of nostalgia - it was Martin, my childhood friend whom I had not seen for years. "Daniella?" he said, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Is that you?" A mixture of surprise and joy washed over me, and I rushed to give him a tight hug. "Martin, oh my gosh, it's you!" I exclaimed, feeling a rush of happiness at seeing him again. As we pulled back from the embrace, Martin grinned, his eyes filled with warmth. "Wow, you've changed so much since the last time I saw you. You look stunning." I was happy at the moment, till some men came in, dressed in a black suits, and approached us, I was scared, they grabbed my hand and one of the men hit Martin in the face. "Get in the car now," one of the men ordered, his voice cold and intimidating. Fear gripped my heart as I felt Martin's warm hand being ripped away from mine. My eyes locked with his, and I saw the same worry mirrored in his expression. "Back off! Who do you think you are? I'm not going anywhere…………