Mafia Boss's Princess (ON HOLD.)

    I held the pistol up in the air, pointed at the stood man in the middle of the empty room. His hands were tied around his large back, along with his ankles tied just enough, for him to stand. I looked back at my father for conformation, as he held a prideful smile on his wrinkly face, nodding his head.     I squinted my eyes, aiming the fire arm between the scums eyes. I pulled the trigger, as a loud boom echoed the empty gray walls. The bullet landed just between his eyes, as his useless body fell to the ground, a thick blood pooling around his helpless body. I lowered the gun, turning and handing it to my father before walking out. I shoved open the double doors, to be greeted by two muscular body guards.     They lead me to my fathers office, opening the sleek wooden door for me, as I walked in. I was greeted by a handsome man, and a almost copy image of him, just older. I rolled my eyes, already knowing what was about to go down once more. I walked over to the cabinet, swinging the door open. I pulled out a expensive looking wine bottle, and a steamed glass cup. I quickly sat over to the couch, and poured me a over filling glass of rich wine, setting the wine bottle down.     After about ten minutes, my father opened the doors, and walked to his brown office chair. I raked my eyes over the handsome young man. He looked about the age of 20 maybe a few years off. He had black slicked back hair, and a sharp jawline, that held a light stubble. He had ocean like eyes. He was at a towering height of 6'3, and held a muscular physique. All in all he was pleasing to the eye. He caught me staring, which I gave a wink and looked over to my father, as he cleared his throat. "This is my daughter Nessa, you'll be getting to know her." My father explained. The handsome man and who looked to be his father, nodded their heads. I scoffed, as I stared at my father, with a displeased look. "When did I agree to this?" I asked, bringing the glass to my lips, taking a large sip. "Who said you had to agree? Anyways, this is Titus, and his father, James. Titus is to inherit the title of boss of the New York Mafia." He said, waving his wrinkled hand toward the pair, before pouring himself a glass of wine. "Why should I need to know this dear father." I asked, as I set down the empty glass. "You will be marrying my son." The man I've come to known as James explained, as he looked to my bastard of a father, nodding his head. "Why should I?" I asked, raising a brow, at the old man, making him let out a cough. "Nessa, you will do as I say, don't disagree." He warned, making me let out a humorless chuckle. "Sure I will." I explained, as I stood. I nodded my head at the pair, then gave a disapproving look to my father. I opened up the doors, and walked out to be greeted by my personal guards.     They walked me toward a room, known as the torture room. I opened up the doors, walking in, only to be greeted by a member, known as Genesis tied up to a steel chair. I walked toward him, putting my manicured finger under his chin, lifting it. I've known this man for a few years, and Im finding out he's a snitch, making me roll my eyes. I let out a humorless laugh, as I backed from the man. I walked toward the table against the plain gray wall, lined with guns and a few other torture devices. I grabbed my known weapon, the pistol, and walked a few meters away from the bastard of a man, lifting my gun, only to be stopped by a fuming father, making me groan. "What are you doing Nessa?" He asked, as his eyes roamed over the tied Genesis and me, before coming to realization. Just a few steps behind, Titus and James walked in, with a puzzled look upon their faces, making me roll my eyes. "What do you think Im doing?" I questioned, with a duh tone, making my father scowl at me. "She's gonna kill him?" Titus asked, with clear confusion, and a hint of amusement. I looked to him, narrowing my eyes at the judging man. "What do u think Im doing pretty boy?" I asked, making him scoff. His father held a stone cold face, clearly not finding it as funny as I did.     I focused my attention back upon the tied snitch, lifting my pistol. I pulled the trigger, as the bullet traveled right threw his wrinkled forehead. Scarlet blood spilled from his large forehead, as his body limped down. I placed the used pistol back upon the table, and turned to the gorgeous man. "Not bad." Titus explained, as he held a smirk to his hot face, making me roll my eyes. "She's been doing this for years now." My father explained, as he held a proud grin upon his face.     I walked out the empty room, to be followed by the pair and my father. My body guards, as well as theirs all walked up, and around us. I quickly dismissed mine, as I gave them a smile. My father walked in front of me, leading us back to his office. He opened the large double doors, walking to his desk, sitting on the edge. Titus and his father pulled over their chairs, closer toward my fathers desk. I sat back upon the couch, crossing my tan legs, making Titus's charming ocean eyes run over them, making me smirk. He let out a cough, his attention back upon my father. "Its settled then, my daughter and Titus will be married in two years." He explained, with a satisfied smile upon his old face. I let out a hushed sigh, accepting it, for now.     I stood, shaking Titus's hand. He gave me a small smile, as I returned a fake one, making him roll his eyes. My father and James left the room, leaving me and Titus, alone to talk. I let out a cough, as I expected him to speak first. "You're going to accept me eventually no?" He explained more as a question than a comment, as he held a grin upon his hot face. "We'll see." I explained, as I poured me some more rich wine, gulping it down.