The Mafia’s Undercover Bride

Chapter 7

The reception was meant to take place in the Fernendez mansion. Once the wedding ceremony had concluded, they walked down the aisle together in the midst of everyone's applause. They walked out of the church and into the limo waiting for them.

Seeing that they were both in the car, the driver nodded and drove away. Now she was left alone with Jose Fernandez, the most ruthless man in the mafia; one wrong breath taken could make him take her life. She dared not to talk or even breathe wrongly.

Jose, who sat beside her, frustratedly yanked his tie off his neck, unbuttoning his shirt and exposing his magnificent neck tattoos, she took in a deep breath at the sight before her.

“What are you looking at?” he barked coldly, causing her to flinch back.

"Nothing," she quickly replied while internally trying to remind herself not to show too much weakness; if not, she would die without a resting place.

After a couple minutes they finally arrived at the Fernandez Mansion. The guards opened the gates immediately they recognized Jose’s signature car. His father, Roberto, who was in the car just behind them, was also let in immediately. But the other cars that contained high dignitaries and other Mafia families had to go through screening before they were let in by the guards.

Ana Sophia was marveled by the sight of the Fernandez mansion, the Gustav mansion, which she was in awe of days ago, was nothing compared to the Fernandez mansion. It had triple the amount of guards than the Gustav mansion. It was a fenced compound with four villas inside; she knew immediately that the biggest one in the middle was the main Fernandez mansion.

After the long drive, they finally arrived at the front of one of the mansions, but not the main one. A guard arrived from nowhere and opened the door for her while Jose came down from the car as well. With so much shock in her heart, she looked around, trying to take in the sight before her, and each place she turned to, she caught sight of the CCTV camera, openly placed at all the corners of the compound and the mansions as well.

A sense of dread washed over her; how would she be able to do her investigations if she was going to be watched twenty-four seven?

Roberto, who had gotten down, walked towards them with a happy smile on his face.

"Let's go in," he said to them happily, and after patting Jose’s back, he walked into the mansion, together with his armed bodyguards.

She was caught unawares when Jose suddenly grabbed her hand with his callus-filled hands, causing her to shiver. With how thick his calluses were, he must have been handling guns from a very young age. Jose dragged her into the mansion, his armed bodyguards trailing behind them.

They entered, and Ana Sophia took in a deep breath at the busy scene; people who were not present at her church wedding were already in the Fernandez Mansion for the reception, with so much aura and elegance they walked around with a glass of champagne in their hands, socializing with one another. Servants dressed in black suit pants and a white button-down shirt moved around with the appetizers they carried around on a tray.

Once the guest caught sight of the newly married couple, they smiled and clapped, but they dared not to approach them; they all knew how ruthless Jose was and how his gun had no eyes.

Shortly after they entered, the guest who had followed them from the church also entered, including Elena and Mikolos, who stood beside her as her guards. Ana Sophia’s mood immediately plummeted when she caught sight of them.

Jose dragged her into the banquet hall that was downstairs, where Roberto and other guests were. Roberto, looking like a middle-aged innocent man, was greeting the guest carefreely, looking like a proud father. But as innocent as he looked, Ana Sophia always felt a sense of dread when he was nearby.

"Ah, you guys are finally in, let the party begin," Roberto said happily once he spotted them.

Jose finally released Ana Sophia's hands and walked away, out of everyone's sight.

With Jose out of sight, Ana Sophia let out an inward sigh. She looked around, and everyone else was busy talking to somebody; even Roberto was caught up in a conversation. Without wasting time, she stopped a waiter and grabbed two glasses of champagne; she downed one and held the other in her hands just for the plot, then stumbled out of the mansion resembling a drunkard.

Seeing that she was a drunk, the mafia guards paid no attention to her, because to them, she was just a newly wedded drunk bride, their master’s wife.

Sophia managed to stumble towards the main mansion. To enter, she needed the either the password or her face to be registered in their security system, making her feel at a loss. As she was thinking of how to open it, a guard approached her.

“Are you trying to enter?” A tanned, burly man wearing an army green tank top with a million scars riddled along his arms said causing her to flinch.He held a rifle in his right hand, but the very next minute, his cheeky smile betrayed his scary demeanor.

"Yeah," her frightened heart calming down when she saw his cheeky smile.

“Oh madam, you can only enter through Face ID plus fingerprint. Don't worry, I will help you," he said eagerly as he unlocked the door for her.

“Thank you," Ana Sophia slurred, not forgetting the drunk personality she had put on.

Once she was in, she looked around the brightly lit house. She was surprised at how silent it was, especially after leaving the bustling scene in the banquet hall; she expected the house to be filled with members of the mafia, drugs, guns, and servants, but it was just big and empty. She scanned all around for cameras, and there were none.

She concluded that Roberto cherished his privacy and that CCTV cameras were only in the other mansion, where he did not actually live. Knowing that no one was watching her, she ditched her drunk persona and dropped the glass of champagne on a nearby coffee table.

The layout of the main mansion was different from the one she just left; it was way bigger, with warm and vintage decorations. If a random person had seen the large portrait hung in their lobby, they would have thought the Fernandezes were a normal family, but she knew that that warm family photo was just a facade.

She carefully walked up the stairs with the end of her large wedding dress bundled up in her hands, trying not to make a sound in case somebody was actually inside.

Once she reached the first floor, she stopped cautiously once she heard two people talking. After her initial fright, she could recognize Jose’s cold voice anywhere. She collected herself and eagerly walked towards them; who knew if she would stumble on information that would make her investigation easier?

The closer she got, the louder their discussion was. She was shocked at how audacious Jose was; he even let the door wide open. Not wanting him to see her, she quickly crouched down so she wouldn't fall into his line of sight and carefully peeked in.

So Jose and three other men were in what looked like a study, but the wall behind his office table was decorated with different types of guns. One of the three men was on the floor, kneeling down like his life depended on it. While Jose sat on the dark wooden table with one leg on a chair, a matte black pistol dangled lazily from his right hand, as if it were just an extension of his fingers. The atmosphere in the room was thick and dangerous.

“So…” he drawled, his smooth, cold voice resounded in the cold, darkly lit office.

“Alexandro really thought he could send a little estupido." He paused and chuckled. “A silly little stupid mole into my den, and I wouldn't notice?”

“Ay, amigo… you have barely been here for twenty-four hours, and I have already found you." He let out a soft, chilly laugh. And the two men who stood beside the man kneeling on the ground laughed along. The miserable-looking man on the floor flinched and began shivering.

Ana Sophia, who was watching the scene from outside, tried her best to stay hidden as every cell in her body grew cold. It took less than twenty-four hours to find a mole who is from the mafia, and then it will probably take less to find out her secret, since she was just an inexperienced police officer.

Jose leaned forward; his emotionless eyes sharpened like glass.

“Now tell me, estupido, what should I do with you?” he asked the mole mockingly.

"Please, el jefe, I am so sorry. Alexandro was so stupid to send me to you. I am willing to switch sides. I can tell you all his secrets," the man eagerly pleaded for his life.

"Oh, don't worry, I already know all of Alexandros's secrets, but since you are so sincere, I will scrap the idea of using you as my little test subject. Plus, today is my wedding; I am in such a good mood," Jose said with his sharp, cold voice.

“Thank you, El Ja…” The man said immediately after hearing Jose, but before he could finish his statement, a loud bang resounded through the room, and with a plop, the man fell down. In a swift motion Jose got down from the table and walked towards the lifeless man on the floor; he crouched down to the man's level and lightly tapped his pistol on the face of the dead man with a playful smile.

Seeing the scene before her, Ana Sophia reeled back in fear, mistakenly knocking down an antique vase that was on a decorative pillar behind her.

Jose and his men walked towards the door, and there she was, looking all disheveled. Seeing her, a mischievous glint flashed across Jose’s eyes.

“It looks like I need to teach my new bride the rules," he said as he lightly stroked his pistol.

“I was just walking around, Jose," Ana Sophia quickly said.

“Shhhhh, it will be all over soon," he said as he forcefully dragged her up.