Mafia’s Doctor

Chapter 6: Wedding

Slamming of the door woke up from my sleep. Marco frantically walked towards me and pulled me up using my arm.

"What is wrong with you " I yelled snatching my arm back.

"Your brother is here with half of the police force," he said

"My brother is here," I asked with hope.

"Yes and he is demanding to see you," he said walking toward his closet. I followed.

"Get ready and wear this" he handed me a simple white floral dress. It was mid-thigh and strapless.

"And when you come down," he said angrily

"You will tell your brother that you are willingly marrying me. You can make up any story you want" he closed his eyes taking a deep breath and continued

"And if for one second he suspects something. I will kill him" do you understand. He stated sternly. I had no energy to fight him so I simply nodded.

"Good," he said and walked out slamming the door.

What's wrong with him and slamming the door. No respect.

Huffing I walked to the bathroom, letting my hair down I ran my fingers through it giving it a wavy effect. Grabbing my makeup bag and started working on my face. Covering my puffy eyes and red cheeks come crying too much. Putting on the dress I looked myself in the mirror. The dress itself was pretty and simple. In the process of applying lipstick. I heard the door open. Walking out I saw Marco standing there already dressed in a black expensive suit with white around his neck, matching my dress.

"There you ..." he stopped mid-way and froze. Looking at me.

What is he staring at? Is it the dress?

"Is something wrong with the  dress?" I asked looking down to see if I missed something. He cleared his throat. Extending his hand for me to take.

"No, now come and remember what I said," he said sternly. Lowering my head I walked after him. Still holding his hand.

He pulled me to the end of the hall where we took the stairs down. The living room was full of cops.  Was all of NYPD here. Halfway through the stairs, I saw my brother. Letting go of Marco's hand I jumped towards my brother hugging him.

I wanted to cry so bad.

I wanted to cry for the situation I was in, for missing my brother, for knowing I won't be able to see him after this

"Alice, what's going on? " my brother said softly creasing my cheek

"He is said you are getting married?" He cried softly. Grabbing his harm I guided him away from the living room. Through the double white doors were entered into the kitchen. Thankfully it was empty.

"Ohh brother I missed you so much " I cried hugging him back.

"Please explain what is going on Alice," he said pulling away to see my face. Wiping my tears and trying to be as confident as I could I spoke.

"Yes, brother I am getting married. He was a patient of mine. He kept coming to the hospital with lame excuses just to see me and one thing led to another we started seeing each other more. Going out on dinner dates." I continued, hoping he was buying whatever I was saying 

"And one day when he proposed I said yes. I know it's quick and it feels like I am rushing but this is what I want" I said swallowing my tears. Trying to hide my pain.

"Are you telling me that just like that you are going to marry him,?" he said getting aggravated. 

"You don't even know him that well. Did he tell you that he is the organization that I am trying to put away " he yelled irritated.

"How am I going to put away my sister's husband to prison? Huh," he said crossing his arms in rage.

Oh, brother if you only knew.

"I know and I am sorry brother, but I love him," I said quietly

"He makes me happy " I whispered

"Dad would want me to be happy," I said feeling horrible about it.

Tom sighed and hang his arm to his sides.

"If this what you truly want then I can't stop you from it," he said hugging me one more time. 

Our moment was interrupted by Marco.

"Ready to go," he said looking at me with no trace of emotion.

Heartless bastard.

"The marriage officiant is here," he said, holding the door all the way for us to go through.

"You are getting married now ?" My brother said looking between me and Marco.

"She requested a small ceremony," Marco said looking at me.

"Yes I did brother, everything is gonna be ok," I said hugging him one more time.

We walked out of the kitchen to the living room where everyone was waiting. Nickey and Rickie were there as well. Also, I saw two new faces. An elderly gentleman was next to a young girl with curly hair she couldn't be older than 22. She resembled Marco. She has his eyes. 

We took the two available sits while my brother stood in the corner.

Marco gave a small nod to the officiant, and he begins.

"We are gathered here..." I toned out the officiant as he started speaking. 

I looked around the room. All these people have gathered here thinking that this is a consented wedding when in reality it's not.

I looked over at my brother who was staring at me. Giving him a small reassuring smile, he just gave me a curt nod.

I didn't realize that I was nervously tapping my foot until I felt Marco placing his hand on my thigh, stopping me. 

"What ?" I whispered confused looking between Marco and the officiant. 

"Do you Alice Reed take Marco Rossi to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The officiant repeated again.

"I..." a single tear slid down my cheek. Marco squeezed my hand painfully.

"I do " I barely voice my answer looking down were more tears threatened to escape. 

"Do you Marco..."

"I do" Marco interrupted.

"Impatient are we"  The officiant chuckled softly

"By the power vested in me by the State of New York, I pronounce you husband and wife" The officiant gave Marco the marriage license where he signed at the bottom. Then he slid the paper towards me and giving me the pen.

And just like that, I signed my soul to the Devil.

Authors Note: thank you so much for getting to chapter 6. Let me know what you think.