I Tried To Kill Him, Now I'm His Wife

Chapter One Lada I hesitated, and that was where things went south. The second I stepped on to that balcony behind him, I should have pulled the trigger and gotten the mission over with, but there was something in the self assured way that he carried himself, it felt as though... it almost felt like- "Finally." He said out loud. "I have waited for so long." He knew. Luciano Dante, the most feared man in this city and many others... My target tonight. I had done this many times before and it was always the same routine, but this time there was something different. I had stalked him with my eyes all evening, blending into the rest of the crowd full of socialites and dirty politicians, looking for the right moment to strike. When he excused himself suddenly and walked away towards the staircase with no big guy in a suit following him closely, it almost felt too good to be true. It was. "Now." He said calmly and two men suddenly materialized and tried to grab hold of me from behind. I resisted them, although losing my pistol in the process. Two other men rushed in and pointed rifles at me. I raised my hands in surrender. "Who sent you?" Luciano Dante asked as he walked towards me, swirling a glass of wine I hadn't noticed earlier in his hand. I set my face flint and shut my lips tightly, even though my heart was racing as he closed the distance between us. "Oh, we can skip the whole refusing to speak thing. I usually leave this part to Bucky over here-" he pointed with his thumb at the biggest guy who looked like he enjoyed inflicting pain. "He's an expert at er... extracting information from the less cooperative. But it's a good night- I'm not in the mood for gore, and that's a lovely dress you've got on. Let's not do that now, okay?" He caressed my bare shoulder. I was certain that he would have me killed the second I said anything that remotely pointed to my bosses, his reputation was enough for me to not bother hoping to get out of this alive. "Kill me." I said defiantly. He sucked his teeth. "No, I won't ruin my fine evening this way. Take her away." My heart sank into my stomach as his men dragged me away, probably to kill me. Luciano had loads of enemies; surely he did this a lot. They threw me into a dark room and sat me at a steel table with handcuffs which they put on my hands. Goosebumps erupted on my skin from the cold iron. It was the type of setting you would expect to see in a police department, but Luciano Dante had a whole interrogation room in his household. I tried to think up ways to escape but every plan ended up with me getting shot in the head. Maybe that would be better than my fate if I made it home. Failure was not tolerated one bit. The door opened after what felt like an eternity. Even seconds feel like years when you're awaiting certain death. Still, I wore defiance on my face. Whatever plans of escape I might have conjured up died the second Luciano walked in. "You." He said, his voice rather calm, devoid of any malice or even anger, which was deeply unsettling. "You really want to die for your employers?" "I'm going to die anyways. Just get it over with. Kill me." He sat down on the opposite end of the table. "No, I have other plans for you... Which could vary if you just come clean." "It wouldn't make a difference." "And why is that?" "You can't touch them." His lips shrugged but the amusement did not reach his eyes. Instead, he continued to study me closely. I held eye contact with my nervous system screaming for me to look away. "That's a start." He smiled now. "Oh well, there is no rush." I shuddered slightly, recalling some of the horror stories I had heard about his sadistic methods of torture. "You won't get anything out of me. Just kill me." "I'm not going to kill you." He stood up and walked over to where I sat, then he leaned forward and whispered into my ear from behind. "Because we're getting married." My eyes widened with shock while my brain scrambled to understand what I had just heard as he walked forward to face my directly. "What?" "Listen to me, Lada." He said, the sound of my name in his mouth sending chills down my spine. "How do you know my name?" His eyes shifted but only microscopically; if I wasn't staring deep into them, I would have missed it. "Is that your concern right now? How I know your name?" "Yes." "Cute." He said, without the slightest trace of a smile still. "You don't get answers to your questions though." Suddenly he grabbed my face by the jaw, and locked it in place, holding my eyes in his. "You are going to marry me or I will burn your world to the ground, everything and everyone you love, everything you've touched, I will burn it all while forcing you to watch, and then I will make you beg for death."