The ‘perfect Mob wife’

With one glance, you would think the Hearney’s an ordinary family but if you were to delve deeper you would see a dark and scary world. Chase’s POV: “You will marry him! You will make him happy and give him an heir. All whilst being the perfect mob wife” my mother, Sheila Hearney, practically yells at me. I roll my eyes and stand up. “May I be excused?” I ask her annoyed. Not even waiting for a response I run to the saftey of my room. For as long as I can remember, my parents had a contract where I was to marry the eldest Morretti son - Ryder. He was the rudest, most arrogant man I had ever met. Ryder knew I was his. He’d quite often tell other men not to even think about taking ‘his property’. I wasn’t officially his until we married. And that was .... OH NO! How could be so stupid to forget? I walked over to my window and I was stunned to see the handsome guy looking up me. DID HE JUST WINK AT ME?!?! Who does he think he is? Oh well, can’t get out of this. Better get dolled up. Walking to the my closet, I look for the rose gold strapless bodycon dress to slip my self into. I tie my long dark brown hair in a bun which sits on top of my head. Starting with foundation and ending with false lashes. The false lashes make my grey eyes look huge. I untie my hair and quickly straighten my hair. My hair grazing my knees as I’m hunched over looking for my strappy white heels when there is a knock on my door. ‘Who is it?’ I ask My 5 year niece walks in with my brother Luther. “Wow, sis! You look...” he stops talking when a suspicious looks appears on his face. He stands back in door way when he shouts back “you look scary!” I grab my phone and chase my brother in to the hallway. With my speed, it don’t take long for me to catch him. I swipe my leg out, knocking him over then smack him on the back hard enough for him to whine. “CHASE! LUTHER!” We look up to see our father standing infront of us. Next to my father, I find Ryder standing with his father. I pull my self of the floor staring into the ocean which is Ryder’s eyes. Why does someone so arrogant have to be so gorgeous? I have to remind myself that I’m not falling for his games and although being betrothed to me has being playing around with other women . Snapping back in to reality, I stick my tongue out at him and walk back to my bedroom.