The Mafia’s Undercover Bride

Chapter 8

Her body turned cold, and she began to shiver. She did not know what was about to become of her. She began to think of the worst possible outcomes, especially after she had witnessed what Jose was capable of doing.

His two lackeys happily followed behind them, waiting to see what will become of Jose’s new bride.

"Jose, please, I was tipsy, and I was looking for a room," she explained with a shaky voice as he dragged her down the long hallway.

"Okay," he said, ignoring her pleas. He dragged her down the stairs all the way to the basement. Once she saw he was leading her towards the basement, every atom in her body began screaming for help; nothing good ever happens in the basement.

She kept quiet once she realized that her screams were not moving Jose one bit. She had already tried the weak persona, and it obviously did not work. She thought men in the mafia liked weak women, but Jose was clearly an exception. She decided to change tactics, anything to survive one more day.

He dragged her into the dimly lit basement; once her eyes adjusted, she saw that it was actually a damp mini prison that had multiple cells with different men kept inside.

"Jose," she unconsciously pleaded with a trembling voice. Ignoring her, he unlocked the gate to one of the cells and pushed her in; with a thump, she fell on the dusty floor. She thought it was going to end there, but she thought too soon.

Jose entered the cell and walked towards the table that held different torture devices. Seeing what he intended to do to her, she immediately gathered herself together.

“What is wrong with you, Jose? I am your wife, your wife!” she shouted angrily, looking disgruntled, and Jose turned back with a cold smile. He let go of the device in his arm and slowly walked towards her. Once he was in front of her, he crouched down to her level, using his pistol to gently stroke her face.

“It is because you are my wife that I am teaching you a lesson," he chuckled evilly.

“If you did not want anybody to stumble upon you killing that man, then why did you leave your door wide open? Why are you so mad I saw that scene? I am not a layman; although I grew up away from the cartel, I am not stupid. I know you kill for a living, and it is not out of character for you to kill a traitor, so why are you so freaking mad that I stumbled upon you killing a traitor?” She asked angrily when she gained her reasoning back.

“Why did you leave the party? You need to learn your place and stop disgracing the Fernandez family.” He said as he used his left hand to softly grab her chin, she flinched as she felt his cold fingers on her chin.

“Jose, I am your wife; I love you," she said, softening her gaze.

“I know; that is why you need to learn the rules."

“You know what? Since this is your first day here, I don't think there is a need to use these devices on you, but why don't you spend the night here, and while you do that, think very well about the things you need to do and need not do in this house.” He stood up and walked out, not even looking at Ana Sophia, who sat on the ground in her wedding dress that was now dirtied, looking miserable.

Seeing that she was alone in the dark cell, she shifted backwards until her back hit the wall, brought her knees towards her chest, and rested her head on them, thinking really well about her life.

It looked like she signed her death warrant by marrying Jose. If she was not able to move around freely, how would she be able to investigate her father's murderer? She decided to act like a lovestruck fool; it was only when the Fernandez family lowered their guard towards her that she would be let in on major family secrets.

After making a conclusion, she closed her eyes and slowly drifted away.

***

She was woken up by the sound of her cell gate being flung open; she looked up to see that it was a short, fair woman in a maid’s attire.

“El Jafe Roberto wants to see you," the maid said with her head bowed. Ana Sophia let out a sigh of relief when she realized she could leave; she thought Jose would leave her for, like, a month at least. With much struggle, she stood up. She almost stumbled when she took the first step forward; her hands immediately held her head to stop the dizziness. The night in the cell was very cold, and she inevitably developed a fever.

“Are you alright, madam?” The maid asked with a concerned look.

“I am fine," Ana Sophia said as she gathered the ends of her wedding dress in her hand so that she could walk freely. With much struggle she followed the maid out of the basement and squinted her eyes once she entered the brightly lit living room. Luckily no one was there to spot her embarrassment.

"Quickly, madam, we cannot keep El Jafe waiting for much longer." The maid said as she took hold of Ana Sophia’s hands and helped her up the stairs, they walked through the long corridor that was decorated with priceless paintings. She was too caught up in investigating yesterday that she did not even notice the paintings. She almost let out a gasp after she saw the famous Aliana Rose painting that was stolen from the museum two years ago.

She could not dwell long on it, as she was dragged into a large room a second after. It was way bigger than her room in the Gustav mansion, but she was not shocked about that. It was navy blue with mahogany furniture; it had a mini living room.

A nice red flared gown was already laid on the bed for her. She rushed to the bathroom and immediately took a shower. Once she was out, she put on the red dress, and the maid led her back downstairs. She used all the energy in her to walk down, trying her best not to faint from the fever.

She was led to the living room, and there Roberto Fernandez, who had on a normal T-shirt and blue jeans with slippers, sat with a newspaper in his hands, his legs propped on the coffee table, looking as carefree as ever, as if he were not the head of the most powerful cartel in Venezuela.

“Eljafe Roberto," Ana Sophia called out nervously, causing Roberto to look up with a smile.

“My dear Mariana, have a seat, and I think it's time for you to change your address," he said with a teasing smile.

"Papa," she replied with an awkward smile.

Just as she was about to take her seat, Jose walked in; his piercing look caused her to shiver.

“Why is she out?” he coldly asked his father.

"Come on, Jose, why are you punishing her for moving around in her own house?" Roberto defended.

“Are you going to walk back there yourself, or would you prefer the honor of me carrying you?” he asked. Reluctantly she stood up, she took a step forward, and everywhere went dark.

"Mariana," Roberto called out.