Married To The Mafia’s Daughter

Two

MATTEO ROSSI.

“It’s either you come home or I come to Italy, baby I miss you a lot.” I had to fight everything in me not to be rude to her. I need her, and her connection to get my company to another level. I couldn’t afford to lose such an opportunity because of her inconsiderate behavior.

“Diana, you have to understand that I have a lot of work to do here. You coming here will only distract me from achieving my goals, you know I cannot resist your sweet body and curves.” It felt like a pain in my throat whenever I complimented her, she was nothing close to the angel I met last night. That woman managed to steal my breath the moment she walked into the room, which was something that had never happened before. She was elegant, beautiful, and had very bright brown eyes, her hair was black adding to the brightness of her eyes. I still couldn’t get her body off my mind. At least I got to sleep with her, that was a win.

“Matteo, please. I won’t distract you, I promise.” she said, her voice coming out desperate.

“Diana…” I was interrupted by a very loud knock on my door. I was back at my mansion in Italy and I wasn’t expecting any visitors so I was baffled by the knock, it was very loud. Nevertheless, I got up and made my way to the door. The moment I opened it, a gun was pointed at my face. A very angry looking old man stood in the middle of two ugly tattered tattooed men.

“How dare you sleep with my daughter?” The old man was quick to push me to the floor. He was very strong and I was too confused to act fast but I wasn’t going to let the fear of death lead me to getting harassed by them.

“Who the hell are you people?” I asked, my voice very bold. From the way they looked, I could tell they were in the mafia. It wasn’t something very hard for me to tell because this is Italy, home of the dons.

“Oh, I see you are bold. Very good,” the old man said, anger surging in his voice. “Dimitri, go and bring that stupid daughter of mine along with the press.” he said, pointing a gun at me. The press? What have they got to do with this and what the hell is this foolish man yapping about? His daughter? Oh my God I hope it isn’t one of the sluts I met at the hotels.

The room remained silent, I still laid on the floor not daring to move. As much as I wasn’t afraid of them, I wasn’t ready to lose my life just yet. Some minutes passed and a mob of people along with a lady, whose face I could never forget walked through the door. It was the girl from the morning, she was wearing a wedding dress, she had a bandage on her head and her eyes looked very sad. Oh s**t, this angry man was her father.

“Come forward Laura!” Angrily, the old man said. The young lady made her way toward me, her eyes staring at me with so much pain, she looked like she had gone through a lot.

“You disgraced my daughter and took away her virginity, so now you’ll have to marry her.” His words had to ring in my ear a couple of times before I could comprehend and digest what he had just said.

“Marry her? What the hell do you mean?” I asked, whilst trying to get up but one of his men immediately pushed me back to the ground with his legs. A very hard push!

“Priest, come forward now!” The man said, a priest immediately walked forward. Along with the press media and a group of men holding onto a laptop.

“I am not marrying your daughter.” I said while getting up on my feet. His men were quick to hold onto me aggressively but I tried to fight them off, earning me a very hard blow with the use of a gun on my head. I could see blood gushing out, along with the old man walking toward me aggressively.

“You have tarnished my daughter’s image and now no respectable man nor family want to marry her, so for that, you’ll have to marry her.” he growled, his voice sounding very much like a leader’s.

I was very stubborn and determined. “I will not marry your daughter.”

“Oh that’s not a problem, I knew you would say this. That is why I have something of yours that you wouldn’t want to lose.” A smirk danced its way onto the man’s face. A very happy one. The other men holding onto the laptop came forth and a video of my three years old daughter, Thalia was on the screen and there was a gun to her head as she played with her toys. At the corner of the room, I spotted her nanny tied up and hefty looking men surrounded her.

I gulped loudly, fear gripping my heart. “Don’t you dare hurt my child.” I said.

“That’s up to you, you have to marry my daughter or lose your daughter. And believe me, I’ll get away with it!” his voice sounded reassuring, he was very certain that he could get away with it. I took a deep breath, realizing the severity of the situation, my eyes landed on the girl, she gave me a pleading look. From her eyes I could tell her father could do anything to hurt my daughter, it was very obvious from the bruises that filled the face of the young lady. There was no doubt her father did that to her.

“I’ll marry her, don’t hurt my daughter.” I said, he smiled.

“Of course, if you marry her, I won’t.” He said. I nodded, the priest came forward and so did the press. If anyone could have told me that I would be marrying a random woman in another country, covered in my own blood, I would laugh at their face. This all felt like a dream, especially the fact that I was marrying a stranger all because I couldn’t keep my d**k in my pants.

The priest's voice interrupted my thoughts. “Shall we begin?” I nodded In approval.

"Do you, Matteo, take Laura to be your wife, to love and cherish her, through joy and sorrow, in sickness and in health, for all the days of your life?" Everything was going too fast. One minute I was in a business meeting and the next minute I was getting married. I took a very deep breath, I stared at her father and my poor daughter on the screen. There was no way I was going to lose her because of my careless act. No way!

“I do!” I said strongly. The press cheered, oh God, this is definitely airing live.

The priest turned to Laura. "Do you, Laura, take Matteo to be your husband, to love and obey him, through all the trials and triumphs of life, for all eternity?" Laura, her eyes filled with tears nodded.

Stuttering, she said. “I…I.. do.” The press went wild and the hefty men began to cheer. Her father on the other hand smiled widely at me.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” Hell no, I wasn’t going to kiss her. I titled my head over to her father.

“Let my daughter go, I have married your daughter.” I said, he didn’t seem content.

“That isn’t all, you have to sign the legal documents that would prove your marriage!” He ushered one of his men to get it and he ran outside.

“What the hell do you mean? I have married her, I’m not signing any freaking documents.” I said. He chuckled.

“Of course you are, do you think I’m stupid. There is no way I will let you ruin my daughter's life and get away with it, that is not going to happen.” His eyes looked very determined to make my life a living hell if I didn’t sign those documents, which were already brought by the man he had sent. Normally I would never sign anything without reading through it, but with my daughter's life on the line, I had no choice. Immediately the documents were opened and I was shown where I would sign, I put my signature without hesitation. The girl on the other hand, put her signature. I could vividly see her tears fall on the paper.

“Congratulations, you’re now my son-in-law.” he stretched his arm for a handshake, of course I didn’t take it.

“My daughter,” I said. He smiled, a very evil one.

“Of course, she will not be harmed. You have my words!” He retreated his arm and shifted his attention to his daughter.

“Congratulazioni mia figlia, ora sei sua moglie e devi vivere con lui. (Congratulations my daughter, you’re now his wife and you will live with him from now on.)” he spoke in Italian, I understand Italian.

"Papà, non voglio vivere con lui. Per favore, perdonami, non voglio essere la moglie di questo uomo. (“No papa, I do not want to live with him. Please forgive me, I don’t want to be this man’s wife.” His daughter said, tears streaming down her eyes.

"Non è affare mio, da ora in poi vivrai con lui. Se ne deve occupare lui, non io. (“That is none of my business, you are going to live with him from now on. You’re his problem now, not mine.”)” her father said, leading her to her knees. She held his leg, while crying bitterly. He tossed her with his foot and ordered for his men, the priest and the press media to follow him out. She knew not to follow him and let him leave, the lady laid on the floor and cried. Oh, I mean my wife! This is so crazy, I am now a husband to a freaking stranger. I didn’t have a thing to say to her so I walked away and went to my room which was upstairs, when I got to my room. I sat on the bed and ran my hand through my hair, I am now a married man, to a FREAKING STRANGER!