Dangerous Love

The sun was scorching and beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I was outside for so long that the sun began to affect my eyes. Feeling a bit dizzy, I sat down to rest, seeing that he had turned his back. But not long after I sat down to take a rest, his voice roared through the yard, "Up Elizabeth!!" "s**t! s**t! s**t! I shouldn't have let my guard down", I cursed. Yes! I answered. He came up to me and stood close enough to even lick my ears if he wanted. “Shoot little princess”, he said in his alluring and compelling voice, reminding me of some of the many nights we spent together since we got married. The target, a bit further than the last time, was a mannequin with different parts marked: the forehead, abdomen, shoulder, and both knees. Sweat was trickling down my face as I closed one eye with the small pistol in my hand. I aimed for the head and shot, the sound tearing through the ear pods I was wearing and ringing in my ear. I had shot at this mannequin for too long, and it was taking its toll on me. Fortunately, I didn't miss. The bullet hit the right target. That was the only bullet you didn't miss, little princess, Dante said. I muttered a weak apology which he scoffed at and walked away. "Come inside for brunch Elizabeth," Dante said, his back still facing me. I hurried inside and took a bath before meeting him at the dining table. What took you so long? Dante said, raising his brows at me as I approached the table. "I had to wash up" While I was sitting at the dining table, my mind wandered as I took small bites of my meal. I thought about how the last four months were for me. It's like my life changed with the snap of a finger. Just four months ago, I returned from England after completing my masters and my father welcomed me with a wedding proposal. No, not a proposal, an arrangement that I could not reject. I had no idea of the life of my family. We are wealthy, of course, but I never knew the kind of man my father truly was and this wedding, this marriage, was to atone for his wrong deeds against Dante. According to my father, what happened between him and Dante would be made known to me when the time was right, but I would have to marry him to make up for my father's wrong deeds or Dante would cause irreparable harm to my family. I had to do my duty as the first daughter, and I was ashamed to marry Dante. Honestly, I resented Dante for threatening my family, but what is done, is done, and I can't change anything; this is my new life. I do not know whether marrying him was a mistake or probably fate, but I certainly could not make any sense of what was happening. However, I came to know that mafia Lords existed. This was something one would only see in movies, but here I was married to a mafia lord in the flesh. Finding out about this was a bit overwhelming because I didn't know what to expect of our relationship. Dante, on the other hand, has been rather good to me in our three months of being married. Our marriage has been rather eventful. In three months he hasn't been very intimate with me. Well, we haven't done the deed yet, but he does things to me at night that I can't seem to fathom. Anyway, here comes the bad part. He makes me train!!! Who in their right mind makes their spouse train to fight and shoot a gun? I go boxing every evening, and he duels me every weekend, and in the mornings he makes me aim and shoot at a target. It's very tiring and anytime we duel I always end up landing on my back with him smirking, he is so annoying sometimes, I just want…. "Why are you not eating, Elizabeth?" He said, interrupting my train of thought. I looked around and back to him to answer his question. Oh! Nothing, I just got carried away, I lied. "Carried away while squeezing your fork as if you wanted to kill someone?" "...Um well" Were you thinking about harming me? He said, smirking "Of course not Dante." "Well, finish your food then." "Okay" I said, and we continued to eat in silence. After a while, he stood up and bid me goodbye. I guess he was going to work. Yes, he owns a company which is just camouflage for his underground business. ****** I was busy on my phone when Dante walked into the room, dressed the same way he was in the morning when he left. His aura always made the room feel warm and fuzzy. “Hello Elizabeth,” he said, smirking as he walked to the bathroom. I didn't say anything or respond to his greeting. After a few minutes, he came out of the bathroom, and although I see this image every day, morning and evening, the picture of his wet hair and perfectly carved body made my heart flutter. Of course, I don't love him, but it's considerably difficult to live with this person for three months and not at least admire him. “What are you staring at?” Dante asked, smirking. “Oh nothing” I replied, almost stuttering. “Come here, come wipe my back.” My heart jumped as I obeyed and went closer to him and took the towel. I wiped his back slowly as he breathed even slower and heavier as he enjoyed it. Even when his back was dry, I didn't stop. Instead, I traced the lines of his tattoos with my fingers. He breathed heavily, feeling my touch on his back. “You don't want to stop, do you,” he said. “Oh sorry, I'm done,” I replied shakily. “Are you?” He said to me and pulled me closer.