Predestined for the mafia boss

Surprises

Lyana

I breathe deeply staring at the mirror, cheeks stained by makeup and thick cilia, pink lipstick next to the dark blue dress with a neckline forming a semi-heart leaving my bulky breasts even more marked. The waist is marked by a part of the velvety fabric making the fabric embrace my thick thighs.

I wash my hands nervously seeking comfort in the fact that my father is next to me, but at no time besides these security guards I could all relax. I shake my head coming out of the bathroom and facing the tall man who finds out to be part of my security, during every moment was preparing at home for this dinner I was tempted to question where they were when I was kidn*pped, but the fear of creating another problem was higher.

The memory of the blood being shed and the cries of those men still steal a few minutes of my thoughts this is frustrating, I seek to keep my breath with my head down returning to the table, passing my hands through the fabric of the dress. I see Dad’s big hand, look up smiling at him who keeps a serious expression completely different from the loving man. I nod in the affirmative letting him pull the chair, when I’m positioned to sit I decide to face my new reality.

I fall seated against the mess completely hysterical and without strength in the legs to support my body before the menacingly beautiful face, blue eyes as the ocean and impeccably buttoned suit embracing every detail of the stiff muscles. I feel the cold of fear embracing my spine, making my thoughts disappear.

"Lyana?" I hear my name being called from afar. "Lyana!"

I widen my eyes in front of Dad’s autorhythmic tone of voice and turn my face seeing the worry in his iris while keeping a furious expression on his face, it’s amazing how much we know someone. I pull the air and quickly release it.

"Yes?" I reply thanking the gods for keeping a normal voice.

"That’s Yurich and Nureyev Romanov" Nods to the men who sit in front of us.

I face Yurich this time taking a little longer, noticing once again his taste in keeping the beard trimmed but marked, the thick alliance with a blue diamond on the finger the angular nose a little crooked showing already have been broken. Beside him a younger version without a beard but with a look as disturbing as.

His sideways smile seems to celebrate something I do not know, but the strong Pizarro and the beats against the glass of the table attract my attention to the elder. Somehow I can tell you’re uncomfortable looking at your brother. A waiter shows up serving vodka shots to the men and with a glass of wine in front of me, I restrain the thanks to my father.

After we left the hospital, he spent the rest of the day with me explaining the mafia rules and asking me questions that I found quite strange but reconsidered and answered, so long apart caused differences. I took advantage and asked about the nurse, he was embarrassed but said to be a cousin who found but did not feel like getting involved due to the loss of my mother, according to him no one comes to Mary’s feet.

"Can we?" he questions me with his gaze.

I nod in the affirmative pulling the cup to take a sip, feeling Yurich’s gaze pierce my skin.

"So, do we have a Nabokov deal?" Yurich’s voice shivers every one of my hair.

"We agreed to close a marriage contract, so here’s the contract," Dad replies.

Look away from the cup to my father, we talked about keeping the marriage for a year-long enough for them to clean up the country as you said. But at no time did I stop to know what terms would be used. Will I be protected by staying near Yurich?

I feel my heart racing with his vision, I need to cross my legs to avoid showing my feelings in front of all this confusion. I know how important this contract is even more with the feeling of revenge that settled inside my chest, despite wishing to save as many lives as I can inside the hospital the feeling of betraying the promise I made during graduation beats hard.

"Can we read the contract?" The deep voice echoes like a gust of wind fanning my hair.

"Sure, feel free," Dad replies promptly.

I notice the little smile underneath his beard and somehow I know he is aware of something, probably in this contract, some clauses will make Yurich doubt if he wants this marriage and if it is valid for him to keep my security.

How do I know that?

My father is a man as slippery as a snake always ready to pounce and by the reactions of Yurich, he does not yet know it. I feel tremendous confidence in this perspective and look up, taking short sips but with a small smile.

We’ll see how much he’s willing to have a marriage under the contract.

I can’t guarantee that I expect anything from a man without the slightest modesty in destroying others, especially when I’m motivated by a con on behalf of my late mother, I did not dare to call and tell Rafael what happened as the k********g or how I was attracted by the dark look of Yurich Romanov who sitting so close can almost steal the air from my lungs making my heart miss each beat. How could I call the man who had known me for a lifetime and lie about being away for a year, no, I would never break Rafael’s heart like that. Besides, I’m putting all the trust cards of the princess raised by a loving father at stake right now, letting his return to my life resolve as quickly as possible this dilemma surrounding Mom’s death. I look aside at Nabukov, my father, a mobster, and even with a heavy heart I resolve that I will give him this vote of confidence, there is no turning back when Yurich’s lips bow in a sexy smile picking up the folder with the contract to start reading.