BOUND TO THE MAFIA KING.

CHAPTER TWO.

What?. How did I get chosen out after the girls…..?

"Of All the people, why me?.’ I thought in my head, wiping off my sweaty palms on my dress.

Taking slow steps forward, I tried my best to fight back the tears that were now threatening to spill. I refused to look at him, but I could feel Allessandro Moretti's gaze burning holes into the back of my head as I passed him and stood next to the other girls, Eliane immediately clasping onto my hands in reassurance.

Whispers and clapping filled the room as everyone congratulated us, but at this point, I became absorbed and oblivious to the passage of time. I simply stood stuff in my position, my gaze landing on the ground.

Why,why me?. I was probably the only one who dreaded the idea of getting chosen, so why?.

GWhy did I get chosen?.

This must be some kind of sick joke.

“Sorry if the ceremony was rushed ladies and gentlemen, but as you know, Allessandro Moretti is a very impatient man.”

A new voice cackled.”Enjoy the rest of your night.” The guy, who looked alot like Allessandro Moretti added, continuing his discussion with a bunch of businessmen.

Everyone seemed to go back to what they were doing, except a few men and ladies who took their time to congratulate the other girls and tell them how lucky they were.

“I had a gut feeling you'd be chosen.” Eliane mumbles, loud enough for only me to hear, a hint of bitterness etching itself in her words.

I don't respond to her statement and I guess she takes it as a 'go ahead’, cause she lets go of my hand the next moment, and starts socializing.

Hopeless questions kept pouring into my head and I closed eyes shut before opening them and taking a deep breath. There's no use in getting worked up now, what's done is done.

But I didn't even get to say goodbye to my mother.

I'll have to figure out a way to escape, and fast.

“Um, Miss?” An unfamiliar voice called out, and I knew whoever it belonged to was talking to me.

Raising my head,my eyes lock onto the firm of a man, probably mid-twenties. “Why are you crying?”

As the words left his lips, half the room grew silent and I stared at him in disbelief and confusion, before the realization hit me like a wave. The tips of my fingers reached up to touch my cheeks, and sure enough, my finger tips felt the hot and wet sensation of burning tears.

“This- these, their tears of- '' I struggle to come up with a believable lie. I can't believe I didn't even know I was crying.

“I don't understand this insolence, are you not happy to have been chosen?.” a lady asks bitterly and though she looked to be around her late thirties or so, her eyes burned with jealousy.

“No, it's not that. I just-” Where is Eliane when I need her.

“Unbelievably,” another younger lady utters, and everyone agrees with her.

“Really, it's not what you all think. I-” Before I could finish, someone grabbed my wrist so hard. I almost winced in pain. The person started dragging me outside and I stumbled forward with him.

I could feel my hands trembling when I realized it was none other than Allessandro Moretti, who remained silent when. He dragged me along, but judging by the steel-like grip he had on my wrist, I could tell he wasn't very pleased.

“You-your hurting me.” I barely Choked out, trying to keep up with his fast pace as he walked out of the ballroom. Not even bothering to slow down or turn around.

I knew I needed to apologize, and fast. But before I could open my mouth to do so, he turned around and slammed my shoulders to the nearest causing me to whimper in pain and look up to face Allessandro Moretti, who glared down at me, his eyes completely filled with hatred and anger while mine were only full of plead.

“What the f**k is the meaning of what you just displayed out there?.” He snapped, raising his voice, and u shrunk back, pressing my back harder against the wall.

“I-im sorry, I was scared.” I stammer, using all my will power to hold back the tears that badly wanted to spill.

“What the f**k are you scared of?, Do you see anyone pulling out guns there? Are you f*****g baby or something?.” He harshly spat, slamming his hands on either side of my neck on the wall, causing me to gasp and widen my eyes. “I didn't f*****g force you to come here, you came on your own, so stop behaving like a f*****g baby, Jeong.”

Suddenly, the fear I feel is washed off, leaving behind only curiosity and despise. “What?.”

“What?, you think I wouldn't know the worthless daughter of a man I killed?” he proclaimed, grabbing my cheeks so roughly, I held his wrist, hoping he would loosen his grip as the tear I tried to hold back in finally started rushing down my cheeks.

"So you did kill him. You monster.” I choke out , my tears pooling out even more when all he does is tighten his grip on my cheeks.

“Yes, and I suggest you don't test my patience, so you don't end up like your piece of s**t father.” he spat with no remorse in his voice, and though I could fight back his command, I didn't have the will power too, so I just hopelessly nodded.

“O-o-okay” I weekly responded, letting out a sigh of relief when he let go of my cheeks.

“Good. Now you're gonna get in there, and you're gonna tell them it was all a misunderstanding. That those weren't tears of fear, but tears of joy.” He ordered and I wordlessly nodded, watching him slip one of his hands around my shoulder before he guided us back to the ballroom where everyone was waiting for us.

I took one final breath before clearing my throat, looking around the ladies and men who were now peering at us with a mix of confusion and suspicion.

“I'm sorry to have gotten you all worried.” I barely manage to utter. “I was just so happy and relieved that I was chosen.” I lied, looking up at Allessandro Moretti, who now stared down at me, his eyes never leaving my face for even a second.

I f*****g hate my life right now.

Everyone silently stood for a few seconds, before chuckling and nodding, pretending to believe my act.

I glanced around the room, desperately trying to take my mind off the hand that rested carelessly on my shoulders.

I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from whimpering out loud when he gave my shoulders a harsh squeeze. “ Would you stop with the shaking already?.” he growls close to my ear.

He certainly hated me already and there was no remorse in his actions. But then again, what did I expect?.

I feel him loosen his grip on my shoulders and slip out of my sight, and only when I'm sure he's completely gone, do I let out a sigh of relief, my shoulders slumping as I found a scheduled corner to hide away in the ballroom.

It is only then that the events of tonight settle properly in my head.

I was chosen. I'm not going back home for the next Six months.

I had to think of an escape plan, and fast.

The ball ended after half an hour or so, and I watched everyone walk out of the room, leaving only us five girls, the servants who are occupied with cleaning up the mansion, and two other young men.

“Welcome to our humble abode Ladies, we hope you all enjoy your stay here.” Chimed the blonde haired guy, or Lorenzo, as the girl earlier had called him, as he walks up one of the two spiral staircases.

“I'm taking them to their rooms'' Allessandro Moretti's voice sends a chill down my spine, and I look around, only to find him walking towards us. His presence was as cold as ever, and thankfully, he didn't bother sparing me a glance.

“Your luggages has been sorted into your separate rooms.” he said, eyeing all of us, and I'm forced not to cringe at the obnoxious giggle of the girls at his words. Can't believe Eliane's did that too.

“Follow me.” He shortly commands, walking out of the ball room, with us trailing behind him.

As we walked up the spiral staircase, the girls started whispering, and I was expecting Allessandro to get pissed and snap at them, but instead, he just kept walking us through the hallways that seemed to stretch forever.

“He's so handsome, mother was definitely not joking about his looks.” One of the girls stated. She had a very thick British accent and curly blonde hair. She's very beautiful too. I think her name is Clara.

All the other girls agreed, but all I did was keep quiet. I caught onto the scowles they threw my way, but said nothing. I don't owe anyone an explanation,not even Eliane who grimaced at my behavior.

His footsteps suddenly came to a stop, and we all halted in our tracks, before he turned around to face us.

“Look,” he started, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don't want any of you getting the wrong idea here.”

“What do you mean?.” Clara boldly demands, but I don't think he was done talking.

His head snapped to her figure “don't f*****g talk when I'm talking!.” He booms, electing a petrified nod from her.

“None of you are fit to be my keeper and will never meet my expectations. The only reason I went with this ceremony was to please my family. Your job is to entertain my brothers all through your stay here and nothing more. I have no interest in pathetic and weak girls like yourselves, unless….” he trailed off, his eyes lingering around me and a sadistic smirk appearing on his lips, causing me to grip tightly onto my gown.

“You're willing to fulfill my desires.”

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