The Mafia King Forbidden Bride

Elena POV The first time my father threatened to kill me, he was holding a glass of wine in his hand. "You will marry Manuel Calafiori on Saturday, whether you walk to the alter or I carry you there." He took a sip, heads down as he flipped a stack of paper. I stood across his desk, staring at the man who had raised me. The man whose approval I had spent twenty three years trying to earn but still couldn't get it. I closed my eyes and summoned the courage to speak. "I cannot marry him, father." He stopped flipping through the paper and raised his head. It would be the first time I had seen his eyes since I stepped into his office. He placed the glass on the table and glanced, "Then you are no longer my daughter." "But dad.." "Save it!" He snapped, his eyes flashed in anger. "I have just had enough of you questioning every decision I make." "Calafiori is old enough to be my father, and he has three dead wives..." "...Three unfortunate women" He corrected. "One was twenty one when she died." The room fell into deep and nerving silence for a second. Father exhaled and sat back down on the chair, still staring at me. "Let the dead be, you don't have to bring it up again" My jaw clenched hard at his response, "I have seen him beats his men. He tortures people for information if he wants one, and everyone knows what he does to women who disobey him." "Elena...." He stood up, "everyone also knows what happens to the families that refuse to cooperate with him." He took a stride around the desk, until we met eye to eye. I almost flinched as he grabbed my chin "He controls the western ports, we control the northern routes. This marriage will unite our territories, secure our investments, and put our enemies on their knees." He explained in a calm voice. "And what do I get in return?" I asked, removing his hands away from my face. "What do I get after giving away my life away in marriage?" He smiled, "You get to remain a Moriathy." His shoes made noise on the marble as he returned back to his chair, "Now, leave my office." He muttered, staring down on the stack of papers on the table. I didn't move. Maybe he will reconsider his decision, but as each seconds passed by, he didn't say anything. One would assume I didn't exist in front of him. I turned around, getting ready to leave, "Elena..." I stopped and turned around slowly. He gave a stern look, "If you try to run, I will find you. Try to embarrass this family, and you will discover that being my daughter offers you no protection from me." I swallowed hard, turned around and walked out the office without saying a word. *** In the middle of the night, I packed my small bag and climbed through the window of my bedroom and fell on top of the garden roof. My heels slipped against the tiles of the roof, and I caught the railing before landing on the floor. The presence of a guard nearby, made me stand still in silence. He was standing near the fountain to keep watch. A sudden horn blast at the gate, the guard turned his eyes to the gate. I used the distraction to cross the garden.The servants entrance was still open in the night, I slip through like a regular servant, walking until I reach the streets. I had no place to go, No money beyond the little cash in my purse, and my father would kill me when he finds out I was missing by tomorrow. None of these matters because for the first time in my life, I could choose what to do and no one could stop me. Alone in the middle of the night, the moon light brightened the night sky, there was no sign of life on the street until a taxi pulled over. "Take me to the best night club in this city." I informed the driver. Twenty minutes later, when we arrived at the club house, I was standing under the lights, surrounded by strangers I had just met for the first time. I ordered a drink and took a seat the bar enjoying the view of bodies collapsing against each other. That was until, a man pulled the stool beside me and sat down. He wore a black shirt with two undone buttons, I kept my hands to myself as they itched to touch his firm chest. One thing that stood out about this stranger was the thin scar that ran from his left eyebrow down to his temple. He looked like trouble, but I remained calm. "Stop staring." His deep voice caught me off guard "I...I am not staring, you are clearly in my view." I replied, trying to gain composure. He turned and gave me a strange expression, "Is that what they call it now?" He shook his head and chuckled. "Listen, I came out here to be on my own. I would appreciate it if you stop bothering me." His smile faded and replaced with a serious look, "You must be having a rough night." "Can you not bother me at all?" I rolled my eyes and snapped at him "Mcclearn bottle for you ma'am" The bartender's voice caught me off guard. "I didn't order a bottle." "Compliments from the gentleman besides you" He replied. I turned around staring at the stranger. "I figured we could share a glass of champange." He shrugged. After the bartender filled both glasses and dropped the bottle, he left. The stranger cleared his throat beside me, "So, What brings you here all by yourself." I blinked twice, "An upcoming wedding..." "Congratulations, you must have a major part to play in this wedding." He said. "I am the bride...." His smile vanished, replaced with a confused look "A bride at a bar house on the eve of her wedding, wasn't exactly on my list tonight." "Yea, right..." I took a sip. "I don't have control over my own wedding." "What is that supposed to mean?" "It means that my father is making me marry a man that I don't love." I replied, getting a little tipsy off the small sip. He studied me for a moment, "I am not a marriage expert, but one thing I will tell you is to enjoy this last night before your wedding comes tomorrow." "I am not going to attend the wedding, I want to run away and never be found." He laid back on the table, turning around to watch the crowd dance. "Moxley, my name is Moxely." He said after a while. "Elena." I replied. "Well Elena, as of this moment, you are still single which means, I want to dance with you." He said, dropping his drink on the table and offering a hand out. I stared at his palm and looked towards his eyes. He gave me a quick nod to take his hands. The music was getting louder and the crowd getting wild, I would hate not to loosen up after everything I had gone through. "Fine" I took his hands and he pulled me to the dance floor. I wasn't familiar with the song, but it made me intimate feeling with Moxley. Our bodies moved like we were meant to be togethe, He held me by the waist and I place both of my hands on his shoulder. "Must be painful having people make decision on your behalf.." He said, halfway through our dance. "..and I don't want to be subject to that feeling again" The music was getting loud and the sip I took, my eyes became dizzy. Moxley was a gentleman in the way he handled me. I place my head on his shoulder running my hand inside his chest. I never felt so comfortable in the arms of a stranger, but it felt good to be. A couple of hours later, I was exhausted and decided to take a walk out of the club. I moved to the top of the balcony, staring at the moon. The stars were out and from the top of the balcony, there was no sign of life anywhere outside the club. "I thought you were leaving.." Moxley's voice broke my thought. He stood beside me with both hands in his pocket. "I don't have a place to go." He moved closer and held my hand. "Come with me. What if we trusted each other?" "I don't even know you.." I chuckled, thinking about his request. "Either go out there in the middle of the night or come with me and spend the night, the choice is yours.." He was right. My choices were limited. I didn't want to go back to my father, the night was still long and I am with a stranger I had no knowledge about. What if he was a serial killer? What if he is a spy sent to get information about my father.. What if... "Elena..." I shook my thoughts away and looked back at him. "You are right, I do need a place to rest for the night." I smiled. He smiled back and returned to staring at the moon. ** Two hours later, we arrived at his home, or should I say his penthouse. Moxley's penthouse stood tall over the rest of the building in the city. It had a floor to ceiling window that made a beautiful skyline. His living room was large, and a single painting was hanging above the couch. For a man who likes to spend his nights at a club, the place was unusually quiet. He cambe back to the living room with a glass of water. I gulp the whole water, realizing how thirsty I was. "There is food in the fridge." He said, pointing towards the direction I would assume was for the kitchen. "Do you always bring women to your home?" "No woman has ever stepped foot into my penthouse." He replied calmly. "Should this make me feel special?" He pulled me close to himself on the couch. "There are other ways to make someone feel special." Before I could say another word, he captured my lips in a deep kiss. My toes curled up but I didn't fight back, I gave in to the kiss. He set the glass down and placed my back against the couch, I pulled back for a second to catch my breath. He searched my face with a concern expression, "Should I take it gently?" "No, I need you.." I whispered into his ears. He kissed me again, and this time I forgot about the wedding or my father's threat. The life waiting for me was in the morning, but this night all I wanted was to feel special in his arms. We spent the next few hours before dawn in his bed getting intimate with eachother's body and having s*x under the beautiful moonlight. He never asked me to explain myself and I did not asked him about his identity. When the sunlight starts to creep through the windows, I was dressing in silence. Behind me, I felt his presence even though I didn't see him. "Where do you go from here?" He asked. I slipped on my shoes and turned around to face him, "I am going back for my wedding." He removed his back against the wall, "You said you didn't want to marry him." "I don't have a choice. My father is a monster, he has men all over the place that will find me no matter where I hide." "There is always a choice." He replied. his voice low.