A Wife for the Gangster

In the town hall, a wedding like no other took place; there was a huge crowd at the entrance wanting to access the venue; men moved from one side to the other, and the sharpshooters took their positions. In the main room was the son of one of the most important mafia bosses in Italy, the youngest son of Francisco Bernaldi, the king of the Italian mafia. Franco Bernaldi, the reincarnation of the devil himself, a man 180 cm tall, white with a strong build due to the great exercise he performed, with grayish blue eyes, an inveterate heartthrob whom no woman could resist his charms. His gaze transmitted the same terror among the people around him, an imposing man who, since the age of 15, had fought against his brothers for the power he acquired today and only one obstacle prevented him from having glory. Determined to marry his s*x toy to achieve this goal, he did not stop as she was the only ambitious and manipulable woman he could handle. Without a doubt the perfect couple in the eyes of his family, since she obeyed Franco like a pet to its owner. However, doubts about her arrival arose among Franco's men, who were still waiting for her while Franco was meeting with their guests in the north room of the venue, celebrating in anticipation. “Come on, come on, take your position, whoever wants to risk it today will end up dead.” Pablo Dacher said, who is Franco's right-hand man, the only one who dared to speak to him, he is also the one who had been shot by him, it could be said that he had earned his well-deserved place, but today his virtuous position was in doubt when he was affected by the time and the hour in which he did not see the future Mrs. Bernaldi arrive. “Where the hell is she?” He shouted to one of his men who he sent to search for her. “I don't know, sir. We went to her house, and it was as if the earth had swallowed them; she and her parents disappeared from their house without leaving a trace.” “DAMN woman! She left with the money that Franco gave her. Unfortunate woman! She will have to hide underground to be able to spend it. Damn! We will all be dead when Franco finds out.” “What do we do sir? The guests and Mr. Franco is already in the great hall,” said one of his men, very nervously. The expectations were great, nerves invaded Pablo's body as he silently thought about the situation. “Don't worry; it's a big event; he won't make a fuss; his reputation is very important; we'll see how he reacts.” “Good luck with that sir.” Pablo walked to the great hall, the guests were drinking their champagne, and friends and enemies gathered to witness the event, the most anticipated in the Bernardi family. Seeing his trusted man, Franco walked away from his mother and sister who were complimenting him on how handsome he was looking. Franco approached Pablo, and his face made him tremble; since Franco was a man who never missed anything, he realized even the smallest detail of anything happening around him. “Come on, say it,” he ordered, his eyebrows furrowed. “Sir, your girlfriend is not coming.” Those words uttered by his trusted man filled him with anger. He looked at those present at the venue; his partners, friends, and enemies were present, and they couldn't see him being abandoned on the altar. A powerful and respected man like him could not be mocked, he would never allow it, much less because of the w***e he decided to marry. Franco turned to look at his trusted man while shaking the glass in his hands. “You know what to do, make her pay, as for our little problem, bring me any woman, anyone who is willing to get married, who is beautiful, so beautiful as to be worthy of my surname, bring her to me NOW.” Pablo's eyes widened at such a request; it was a responsibility on his shoulders. However, he did not expect less from his boss. He took things very calmly on this occasion, but he knew that if he did not solve the problem, it would be hell for him and his men. “As you ordered, sir.” He responded without further ado, retreating to carry out his boss's orders. Franco cleaned his hand, which was bleeding a little, with the handkerchief from his pocket, approached the table to have another drink and stood up again with the guests as if nothing had happened. In half an hour, a woman would be in front of him, and this pretense would only be in the past. In the same way, no one other than his family knew Madison or knew her family, and in a few hours, she would be underground along with her family. On the other hand, in the upper area, Franco's men did their job, they searched every corner of the place without success, the women who were, already married and those who were going to get married did not meet the requirements, they looked for a woman so beautiful that she could overshadow the great moment that Franco had just had. Pablo looked at the guests on the ground floor where a small celebration was taking place; everyone was getting ready while the bridesmaid ran down the hallway due to how late she was; the sound of her heels caught Pablo's attention, who turned to look at her. Her champagne-colored dress and her white skin enchanted him, she was the perfect woman, her beauty stood out in the light of day, a height of 165 cm, a bulging body with a beautiful natural figure, a beauty that expressed a smile to Pablo so White as snow, her blue eyes were so beautiful that they easily distracted him, that mysterious lady who shone in the sunlight had him captivated, filling him with curiosity to know who she was. Emma López was a waitress at a restaurant in the center; since her mother died of cancer and her father abandoned her and her 8-year-old little sister, she had had to take care of her and her grandmother, giving them everything she believed they deserved. After her university graduation, she had planned to work as a designer. Her dream came true as she was the one who made the wedding dresses for her best friend, Omaira, a dream come true since everyone admired the bridesmaids' dresses while The bride made her appearance look perfect. For Emma, it was a very important occasion; she wanted everything to go well, and her work depended on it. If the bride and the ladies appeared beautiful, she hoped to have a lot of work in the future, which she did manage to achieve. Emma ran down the last hallway when she was caught by Pablo who, upon seeing the hallways alone, took advantage of the opportunity, taking her off guard, and dragging her to the upper wing, where one of his men administered a tranquiliser on Emma, ​​who struggled with all her strength trying to free herself and escape. They drugged her with a dose that made her awake and lost at the same time as if she were a puppet that they could manipulate. She was so scared that she could not understand what was happening, she felt tired. She was in a room that she calmly observed while a girl placed a veil on her that matched the dress she was wearing. Emma couldn't believe what was happening; several armed men were watching her from a distance; she was devastated, she didn't know what was happening, and her body felt so weak that it barely allowed her to move or react. Pablo arrived to escort her to the altar; the time had come, and everyone was eagerly waiting for her, taking a position in their places, clearing the entrance for her arrival. Emma walked next to Pablo, who threatened to kill her sister if she moved even a millimetre from the altar or did not respond as she should. In just half an hour, those men investigated her entire life, and they knew exactly what they were talking about. Her identification was registered for the wedding, and all the permissions were granted. She had no way out but to walk next to the man who threatened her life. She did not know what was happening. Tears ran down her cheeks while Franco looked at her intently; he was observing every detail of her, and every movement scared her. She lets it be known that she was drugged, even though she tried to hide it when she was in front of him. Pablo gave her into his hands, feeling peace in doing the right thing; he knew that she was exactly what he wanted, and he could see it in his eyes. Franco took her hands, feeling her tremble; she couldn't even look at him; he lifted her veil, leaving everyone perplexed by how beautiful she was; the many who knew Madison didn't understand what was happening; murmurs could be heard about the situation that confronted them, and it left them bewildered. “She is beautiful, she is so happy, that's ok. You can stop crying,” said Franco who was trying so hard to act like nothing strange was happening. “She's beautiful, where did you get her from? What happened to Madison? This girl is the opposite of the vulgar Madison, where is she?” His mother didn't understand anything and his father just looked at the beautiful girl that his son was holding by the hand. Franco approached Emma to talk to her to be calm and flow with the moment; she was beautiful, more than he expected; he was bewitched; her perfume hypnotized him; he kept looking at her in detail even though she still didn’t look at him in the eyes. “Look at me,” he ordered, cleaning her tears. She raised her gaze, allowing Franco to confirm his theory; she was beautiful; her blue eyes gave him a strange sensation that he could not understand, but he controlled himself. “Don't cry,” he ordered in one strong tone, smiling. She did what he asked, but she still trembled and was very confused, as well as surprised. The man in front of her was very handsome; his gaze was deep and penetrating; it caused fear in her body, mixed with a strange sensation that she could not understand either. The judge began the ceremony by beginning with the words that Franco wanted to hear. “Emma López, do you accept Mr. Franco Bernaldi as your husband?” The judge's words were like a blow that she did not expect, this was not the way she wanted to get married, much less with a stranger she did not even know. Emma looked at him, scared; she couldn't speak; the words got stuck in her throat for a few seconds, an action that led Franco to take her hand and bring her closer to his hips so that she could feel his gun, making her tremble before his gaze. “I accept.” She said scared while She trembled as she signed the document on the table. A tear fell on the marriage register, an action that Franco noticed; he approached her, took her hand to place the ring on her and proceeded with the ceremony. “Franco Bernadi, do you accept Emma López as your wife?” “I accept,” Franco responded without further ado, approaching to sign the document and returning to her, who, very trembling, placed the ring on him. “By the power conferred on me by law, I declare you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride.” At the judge's order, Franco approached her, took her hands and winked at her, and made her feel his weapon once again. Emma was terrified by his action; cutting the short distance between the two, she hugged his neck with her left hand and with her right, she gently held his cheek, bringing her lips to his. Emma sunk her lips into his, starting an intense kiss that Franco could not stop. It was exciting, so satisfying that when he moved away from her, he touched her lips with the thumb of his right hand for a few seconds and gave her a shorter kiss again. “Long live the couple.” Those present shouted in unison while applauding the happy couple. Franco took Emma by the hand, making her walk next to him, he took her out of the wedding venue without allowing anyone to get close to her. Those present applauded; as they left the garden, several trucks waited, being guarded by their security men, ready in case something happened. Franco captivated the attention of many of those present who envied him for having a beautiful woman like her by his side. Franco put her in his car, which made Emma very nervous, she settled in while trying not to run, she knew that those men were armed and knew all her information, she was unprotected, weak, and she could barely react to all that was happening around her, so she had no choice but to try to beg for her life. “Please let me go,” she said weakly, drawing the attention of Franco who looked at her very seriously, focusing his gaze on her for a few seconds and then on Pablo coldly. “Who is she?” He asked Pablo who immediately handed him a folder. “Let me go, you bastard; you already have what you wanted; let me go,” Emma shouted at Franco, hitting his chest, while he ignored her, distracted by reading her information. Emma settled herself, trying to open the door that was kept locked; the effect of the painkiller was wearing off, and the beast inside her was making its appearance while she was being transferred to her new home. “Calm down,” Franco said to her, stopping her hands. “You are a disgrace, this is kidnapping, let me out, let me go.” She hit him so angrily that she didn’t measure her blows, giving him a strong slap that made Franco awaken the demon inside him and he grabbed her by the neck, hitting her against the furniture, pointing his gun at her forehead. “You hit me again, and I swear I'll open a hole in both of your hands. Behave because you don't want to see me angry; now you're my wife; you married your worst nightmare.” Franco said to her so angrily that he couldn't control himself. No one had ever hit him in his life, and she wouldn't be the exception. “You don't know who you married either; you should have investigated me before because if you don't let me go, I swear I will make your life miserable.” “You are my wife now and for your own sake, you better start behaving like one.” “Or what?” she asked, challenging him as if she were not afraid of him. “You can't hold me against my will; this is a damn kidnap; I have a life.” “Yes, it's a shitty life you have. Do you think I don't know everything about you? I know the address of your house and your work, I also know that you have a sick grandmother and a sister with depression, now you must know that you are my wife and I am not going to let you go, I recommend that you start behaving like my wife and I swear to you that I will take away the suffering from your grandmother and the agony from your sister!” He screamed at her. Emma looked at him angrily, turning her back on him until they reached a house on the outskirts of the city. “Take her down and take her to her room,” he ordered and got out, leaving her in the hands of Pablo who came over to help her get out of the car. “No, don't touch me, son of a b***h,LET GO OFF ME, YOU UNFORTUNATE SON OF A BITCH... let me go, let me go, LET ME GO! THIS IS A KIDNAP, THEY WILL LOOK FOR ME, THE POLICE ARE GOING TO FIND ME…” She struggled until they took her to her room where they left her on the bed. Pablo came out, closing the door with an assurance that she couldn't escape. Emma got up and ran to the door, trying to get out; she hit it hard, trying to open it without success. “FRANCO, FRANCO let me go, you bastard, let me out, LET ME GO.” Emma didn’t rest, she didn’t know how, but she would find a way to get out of there, to escape. Franco had no idea what he had done, but at that moment he began to question it.