ChapterFive
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Antonio’s POV:
Surprisingly, Alessia’s family had put up no fight when I told them I wanted to get married to their daughter. They obviously knew who I was and didn’t try to put up a fight.
“Why did you want to marry Alessia? You don’t even know her." Max asked
I looked out the window enjoying the countryside scenery.
“Max, Love?. No i don't love her. I don’t have the heart for that. But something about her is different. Compared to other women I've met, she is unique. I want to make her mine"
"How is she different?". Max asked
I shrugged. "She's pretty and naive. and she doesn’t really know me. She is unaware of what I can do."
Max nodded. "And you want to keep her that way."
I nodded . Yeah. Besides, I have to get married. You know the rules. I can’t keep my title if I don't have a wife."
"You are right. Alessia seems like the perfect wife. She will do whatever you say”.
I smiled to myself. That's exactly what I thought. Alessia was perfect - young, naive, and beautiful . She'd make a great wife, and I'd make sure she stayed that way.
I liked women who were vulnerable. They much fun to f**k. Having a vulnerable woman to always do as you say will always get my d**k hard.
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Alessia’s Pov:
I sat down on my bed and buried my face in my pillow. How did things get this bad? Antonio's words rang in my mind: "We're getting married."
I cried bitterly as I imagined my life as Antonio's wife. A mafia’s wife. Always walking on eggshells. Imagine what would happen If i make a mistake or say the wrong thing, one wrong word, and...I could get shot in the head. I still don’t know the reason why Antonio wants to get married to me. He could have just killed me at his suite that day, but he didn’t.
I curled up into a ball, letting the tears fall freely. My life was over.
I opened the curtains of my room and I saw about 8 Antonio’s men standing outside the house with guns.
They were probably trying to make sure I don’t run again.
There was nothing I could do at this point. Only the heavens know what awaits me as a mafia’s wife.
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Richard’s Pov
The next morning
“Get the chopper ready”. “We are leaving now. Pick up Alessia and her family too”.
In Portofino, Italy.
The wedding had gone smoothly with my parents in attendance, Alessia’s mom, her uncle and aunt. Even Alessia’s cousin, Francesca had attended too.
Alessia looked beautiful in the white wedding gown she had worn. Fear and vulnerability was written all over her.
Good. Very good
Alessia's uncle walked her down the aisle. The priest began the ceremony, reading from the Bible and saying prayers. Then, he turned to Alessia.
"Alessia, do you take Antonio as your lawfully wedded husband? To be with him in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do," she said, her voice trembling.
The priest turned to me. "Antonio, do you take Alessia as your lawfully wedded wife? To be with her in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do," I replied, my voice firm.
The priest smiled. "Antonio and Alessia will now exchange rings, symbolizing the promises they've made today."
We exchanged rings. The priest smiled. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
I bent low and gave her a light kiss on her lips.
As the ceremony ended, my father, Donato, approached me. "Congratulations, Antonio. I'm proud of you for settling down." He patted my back.
"Though, I had hoped you'd marry a girl from a respected mafia family. But Alessia seems...nice." He glanced at Alessia, his expression neutral.
My mother, Isabella, came over, her designer gown shimmering. "Darling, congratulations!" She air-kissed my cheeks. "Alessia, dear, you look lovely. Though, I must say, I expected someone more...suitable for my son." She waved her hand dismissively.
"But I suppose you'll do. I wish you both a happy married life." With that, she turned and walked away, her personal assistant following her to the waiting limousine.
But would it be a happy marriage for us. Time would tell.
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Alessia’s POV
Later that night
Max drove me to Antonio’s house. It was huge house, like a castle. It was a white mansion with large windows and a fountain in front. The gardens were neat and well maintained.
There were security personnels everywhere. The staff members were trying to get things done. An elderly woman named Grace, who seemed to be in charge, welcomed me warmly.
"Hello, ma'am. We're here to help you. If you need anything please do not hesitate to ring the bell," she said smiling.
I nodded, still feeling overwhelmed about everything that had happened. I couldn't believe this was my life now.
Grace led me to a massive room. "This is Mr. Antonio's room, ma'am," she said.
My mind raced with fear. Oh my goodness, we are sharing a room? I thought to myself. I didn't want to be that close to him. I panicked at the thought of being alone in this room with him.
"Please, just call me Alessia," I said, I was sick of the whole ma’am thing.
Grace smiled and nodded. "Okay, Alessia. I'll leave you now, ma'am." She closed the door behind her.
I looked around the room. It was a large room, with a massive king sized bed that took a major part of the room. The bed had dark, luxurious sheets and comforters spread over it.
There was hardly any light in the room, there was only a few faint lights. I wondered if there were any windows in the room. It was dark
Too dark.
How could anyone sleep in a room this dark?. I sat down on the edge of the bed.
Maybe it was a good thing Antonio wasn't here yet. I lay down. I was tired. I needed a good rest. I closed my eyes and tried to get some sleep.
Just as I was starting to relax, I heard the door open.
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