The Mafia Boss's Pretend Wife

Chapter five

Chapter five

Vivienne Hart POV

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You are going to pretend to be my wife..

Mrs. Luciano Vitale

I'm not sure if I'm dreaming or already in one of those dark hells that has trapped me deep that I'll see no escape. This feels worse than anything I have ever known.

My life was already a nightmare, but now I realize that I'm starting to feel it, be a witness to me.

I blink my eyes, staring at the man who just wiped blood off his fingers and traced the same fingers over my trembling lips like it was nothing.

I can still smell the blood, the way life was taken in front of my own eyes.

Life is wild. It's gone in the blink of the second, at the mercy of the traitor.

The traitor.

His name is Luciano Vitale

I look at him confused, putting no efforts to hide the surprise look on my face, or hide the way my body is trembling in his presence.

“You look confused, little one. Am I not clear?”

He takes a step forward, his dark gray eyes locked with mine.

It feels hard to even breathe as I feel the tightness in my chest.

“Nod if you understand.” He suggests that he already knows something is wrong with me.

And I hesitate for a second, but what choice do I have?

The man named Bryce is ready to hunt me down, maybe he will put the bullet into my head without even trying to blink. These are the men everyone warns us to be careful with. And I have walked myself into this.

I should have never decided to walk, I should have never left early. But now I'm only stuck with all what ifs.

The expression on each one's face is so scary that it's already leaving me gasping for air.

And I quickly nod, knowing I don't have enough time to save myself from the death warrant the devil has issued on my behalf.

“Good girl.” The devil whispers as the corner of his lips curls up.

Turning towards Bryce, he gives a gentle nod.

“You will walk with us. One wrong move, you know the consequences.” Bryce warns me as he steps behind.

Even though he takes a step back, I know that he can get to me in a matter of seconds. I stand nowhere to fight these bad men.

Luciano Vitale lights up a cigarette as he turns his back and walks towards his Mercedes.

And Bryce nudges my shoulder.

“My.. My Stu–ff” I stammer the words, keeping my foot pressed against the ground like this is my only fight.

I'm not sure where this will go, but I have formally accepted the devil's deal in exchange for my life.

Luciano stops at his step as he turns around and questions

“Your stuff?”

I quickly nod again but the way his eyes narrow down at me makes me nervous thinking if I have said the wrong thing and now all those harsh consequences start to play in front of my eyes.

“Fine.” He speaks out.

Just a simple word, but it feels like it holds a more profound meaning.

“Now walk. Or else Bryce will make you walk.” He orders.

And this time I comply.

I notice the driver taking a quick glance at me as I settle in the back seat.

And I pray for a second that I'm not made to sit next to the devil himself. But when Bryce takes the passenger seat, my heart starts to pop out. I start to sweat, feeling the way my head is pounding.

I'm not sure what it is about this killer that's already ruining me.

“Where do you live?” Bryce questions.

As I'm about to part my lips to answer the question, the door opens and Luciano gets in.

“Third Avenue.” He mentions the cigarette still burning between his lips.

It takes me a second to realize that he just said my address, and I look at him with an urge to know who he is.

He looks powerful, commanding with an attitude like the kings will bow in front of him.

And he looks like the one who was meant to appear only in my nightmares.

But he's sitting next to me.

I pull my gaze away, and I take a deep breath as I press my nails against my palm.

Even though he's seated on the other end of the car, I can still sense his cologne that has the hair on the back of my neck raised.

But this man is no fantasy. I can already tell that he is bad.

I can still call the cops or inform Linda that I'm in danger.

However I'm already fearing this man like I have seen death.

Maybe he is the 'Death'

The ride to my place is short, just ten minutes drive, and when the car is pulled in the front I quickly get down without wasting a second to take a glance at anyone.

Bryce gets down along with me, and he follows me. Even though I'm practically running, his long strides are enough to match my pace.

The elevator ride to my apartment is so short that it feels like the quickest second of my life.

Bryce remains quiet as he follows me, and I'm not sure if I should take a breath in relief in his presence knowing the devil didn't walk himself with me and send his descendants or just fear him for holding the devil's shadow.

Either way, I hate it. But what choice do I have?

If I try to scream, they will cut my throat.

If I try to run, they will break my legs.

“You have five minutes.” Bryce tells me, like it's a warning, as I pull my keys out.

And nodding at him, I quickly attempt to open the door.

To my luck, I let myself in quickly, unlike the other times when my shaking heads makes it impossible for me to do simple tasks like unlocking the door.

Walking in I quickly shut the door, unsure of what to do, but I don't lock it, not wanting to hit the bell to my death.

Running inside the room where I had already placed my bags to move out, I looked at the window thinking to myself, trying to seek methods to escape.

There's no way I can just jump out and escape. I can't without breaking all the bones or even death.

Walking out of the door means the same.

Death.

But that will be the longest ride, unlike the fall from windows

My phone starts to ring, and before I know it, I feel the dark eyes already staring at me.

I didn't hear the footsteps approaching me. But now I already feel his gaze.

“Are you going to answer that?”

His voice is calculated, and I turn around, holding the phone in my hand.

And when I notice him standing, I fear if he's real.

“Yes or no, little one?”

He questions, standing at the door. His eyes staring at mine like he's already planning my fate.

“No.” I murmur as I take a step back without even realizing it.

“Why not? I'm sure someone will be waiting on the other end to make sure you have reached home safely.” He speaks out as he takes a step forward, his hands moving smoothly into his pocket.

And there's this wicked, cruel look on his face that makes me feel like this is all a game to him.

Maybe he never intended to keep me alive.

A shiver runs down my bones and I quickly shut my eyes close, hating the way my eyes get filled with the weak tears.

“Open your eyes.”

An order.

And I comply.

“Plea…sss…se" I stammer the word as I plead in front of him, not sure what's going to happen.

“Don't beg me. Not now. Not here. Not unless I will ask you to beg me.” He grits out.

I notice the way he clenches his jaw, the angry expression that makes no mistake to show how dark his eyes are while staring at me.

“Do you understand, little one?” He questions, noticing the way I'm blindly staring at him.

And I nod, too weak to pick a word that can calm those intense eyes.

“Now answer that phone.” He orders, his voice coming out loud.

And my hands have started to shake as I wipe the sweaty palms against my hoodie.

Taking one quick glance at him, I click the answer button.

“Hello, Vive. Where the f**k are you?”

It's Linda who is slurring her words out of excitement on the other end.

“Home.” I murmur the words as I look at Luciano, who is staring at me back.

“Oh come on. Just come here, this is so much fun. You never want to hang out with me these days.

Did you get a boyfriend? Wait a minute, are you banging that club manager?” Linda questions, not trying to shy away from any question that pops into her head.

And I swallow the terror as he hears the words, loud and clear, that Linda is speaking out

I can't tell if I'm already getting on his nerves because his eyes are looking at me like he wants me dead.

“N–o” I stammer the word, feeling my throat dry, and it hurt to speak.

“Stop lying. You are such a bore, vivi. Come on, you are old enough for some fun.

Because trust me, you're missing out on so much fun.” Linda chimes, her voice coming out loud.

“Anyway, come here. Let's celebrate the night, let's get drunk and get fucked.” She adds, and before I can respond the call ends.

I look at Luciano, who looks like he's thinking.

“Roommate?” He questions after a second. His eyes run down my body, which makes every muscle in my body feel his gaze.

And I nod.

“Looks like you have packed your bags already.” He comments as his eyes wander around the room to see my bags at the corner.

I stay quite unsure if I can seize a moment to let Linda know something.

But it feels like a risky bargain. Especially now that he's steps away from me.

And like he can read through the silent whispers in my head, He takes a step forward until he's standing right in front of me, inches close.

Lifting his hand, he traces my jaw line as he lifts my head slightly.

“Give me that phone, little one. You don't need that anymore.” He puts his hand out, as he orders me.

And I look at him, the way he just makes all this seems so easy.

I look at the way, his face is almost like a mask, holding no expression.

He looks like the reaper who is on the hunt to grab the souls.

I hesitate and he shakes his head immediately.

“I don't like to wait, little one. I said, give me the phone.” He grits the words loudly.

And in the panic, I drop the phone, which slips out of my sweaty palm.

Without a word, he pulls out the gun from the back of his jacket and while staring at me, he fires the bullet, hitting it straight through my phone.

“I want you to understand this, Vivienne.

From here on, you are going to pretend to be my wife.

You are going to keep your lips sealed and head down.

One wrong move, I will not hesitate to wash the blood off my hands like I did tonight.”

I feel the waves of shock, fear run through my nerves, hearing his deadly words.

“Say yes you understand.” He demands, bringing the tip of his gun straight to the nape of my neck

“Yes… I understand.” I whisper the words, which barely make out as I hear his sharp words and his merciless eyes.

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“Good. Because from now onwards, to the outside world, you are going to be Tanya Vitale

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My wife.”