Mafia's Regret-Ruin His Wrong Bride

Chapter seven

SABRINA

As we both try to wrap our heads around the seriousness of the situation, a profound stillness settles over the room. The wrath that he harbours appears to be building to a fever pitch, ready to burst forth at any moment. Then, in an unrefined and unguarded moment, he utters a single word that reverberates all around the space like a thunderclap. "F#ck."

In that very instant, I came to the realisation that his rage is not just focused at the individual who was responsible for the harm that was done to me, but also at the world as a whole for allowing such injustice to exist. It is a common rage, a shared pain, and a shared resolve to defend and heal one another.

I was experiencing a mixture of anger and confusion at the time, and I mumbled, "F#ck," under my breath. That is precisely how I feel. Despite the fact that I've never used that expression in my whole life. It's possible that today is an excellent day to get started. Maybe not. After all, I am now the don's wife, which means that I have been thrown into a world of power and danger that I had no idea existed.

Tony's demeanour is cunning and planned as he expertly manoeuvres us towards the fringes of the lively dance floor, deftly relinquishing his firm grip on my shoulders in the process. As he confidently guides me towards the familiar hallway that I had earlier travelled in order to take consolation in the ladies room, his hand now gently rests upon the small of my back. Tony deftly attracts the attention of one of his devoted associates as we make our way through the bustling crowd.

This associate immediately falls in step with us and blends in flawlessly with our covert entourage.

The other man does not waste a single second before beginning to jog down the hallway and heading in the direction of the path that most likely leads to the kitchens. However, Tony does not make the expected stop or diversion to the ladies room at any point during the conversation. Instead, he keeps up his determined pace until we reach a room that is vacant and located on the opposite side of the hallway.

There is a row of chairs stacked up against one of the walls, and nearby there are round tables that have their legs folded under them on their sides. A space for storing things. Tony takes a chair from the stack and positions it in the middle of the room on the floor. I don't bother waiting to be invited; I just sit down wherever I am. Tony’s showing me his rage and dissatisfaction through his eyes as he looks at me. He mutters under his breath, his tone tinged with resentment, "I can't stand to be in the same room as him."

I am all too familiar with the sentiment he is expressing. My father has always been a challenging person to be around since his presence was frequently smothering, and his words were always as sharp as a dagger. The strained relationship between Tony and my father has been a source of ongoing tension not only for them but also for the rest of our family. This tension has been a cause of frustration for all of us.

When I see Tony clenching his fists, I can't help but feel a rush of pity for him. I can't help but feel sorry for him. My brother has an evident affection for my sister, and it aches his heart to see her caught in the middle of this dispute that has been going on for a while now. Despite this, he does not waver in his support for her and continues to speak out against the authoritarian behaviour of my father.

After drawing in a long breath, I calm myself by placing a reassuring hand on Tony's shoulder. I beg him to set aside their disagreements for the night, saying, "I know it's difficult, but for the sake of my sister and our family, please try to put aside your differences for tonight," and I hope that he would take my request into consideration.

As Tony looks at me, his expression changes, and the anger that was previously visible begins to go away. He acknowledges the necessity of preserving the peace during this very important event by giving a slight nod. He affirms with a resolute tone, "You're right," in response to your point of view. "I'm going to head back, and I'm going to do my best to enjoy the rest of the evening."

I'm relieved and grin gratefully at him as I thank him. "Thank you very much, Mr. Tony. It is really important to each and every one of us. He exclaims, "I refuse to leave you alone," and his look conveys his knowledge of the legitimate fears I have regarding the potential rumours. "I refuse to leave you alone."

I am certain that everything will work out just great for me, and I want to reassure you of that. "My father will not be able to find me within this sanctuary, and your dependable companion will return shortly with an icepack to alleviate any discomfort." "My father will not be able to find me within this sanctuary."

In addition, I feel obligated to warn you that your brother, who has always been quite protective of you, would be downright furious if any rumours were to start flying about what you and I were doing during our extended departure from the grand ballroom. This is because your brother has always been quite protective of you. Even if not a single word was spoken regarding our departure, it is incontestable that people observed our departure and took note of it.

Tony gives a resolute shake of the head, with eyes that are filled with concern. Despite the tremendous weight that is sitting on my heart, I do everything in my power to summon up a grin. I keep saying, "I am used to being alone," but this time with a trace of melancholy in my tone of voice. "I promise that I won't let you down," she said. On the other hand, I am well aware that the tough exterior that I am projecting is slowly but surely beginning to crumble. The fact of the matter is that I am already on the verge of fatigue, and the idea of bearing the wrath of Tony's brother is too much for me to handle at this point.

Every day feels like a fight, and I'm afraid I'm about to hit the point where I can no longer take it.I try to help reduce any needless burdens by saying things like, "You don't need to trouble your brother," which is an interjection I make. I'll just put some ice on my hand for fifteen minutes to let it recover, and then I'll cheerfully go back to the wedding. Tony, on the other hand, appears to be firm in his decision. The only thing he does to communicate his conviction is shake his head, and then he leaves the scene.

A few moments later, there is a knock that can be heard on the door. I get to my feet and c***k the door a little bit open to make sure it's Andrew’s guard. since I have no idea what to do in case it's not him. When I realise that it is him, I let out a sigh of relief and open the door a little wider, but it isn't quite big enough for him to walk in. My worst nightmare would be for someone to witness me emerge from a storage room in the company of one of Andrew's guards.

I put out my right hand to receive the ice pack, and he quickly puts it in my right hand. Before going back to my seat, I give an expression of thanks and then close the door. After positioning the ice pack so that it is against my hip, which is hurting, I place my wounded hand on top of it so that it

may bring relief to both of those regions. When the door abruptly flung open, I was in this position for almost five minutes before it was opened suddenly. Andrew bursts through the door and looks around the room as if he is expecting to see someone else in here along with me. Because I am too exhausted to respond, all I can do is look at him while remaining silent.

After closing the door, he comes around to face me with a serious expression on his face. "Your name is quite fitting for you. I am curious as to whether or not your parents realised that you would develop into the person that you are even when you were a new born because you always have a frown on your face.

"What in the world are you talking about?""What is your name? It's Andrew. It is a symbol of strictness, severity, or sternness. I just now looked into what its significance is.

I have no idea why that is.

He says, "What happened?" while clenching his teeth together and pronouncing each word individually. “Since you are here, I will assume that Tony has already informed you of this information because you are already aware.""I need you to break it down for me," she said.

"I was hurt by my father. Once more" I emphasise the final word to serve as a reminder to my partner that he coerced me into dancing with a man who earlier in the day had attacked and kicked me in the ribs. Earlier in the day, the attacker had struck and kicked me in the ribs. Due to the fact that my ribs were hurting, he was aware that it was more than just a slap even if I did not tell him the whole nature of my father's brutality.