The Billionaire Mafia Husband

Chapter5

Even hours after parting ways, Sofia's anger towards Eric still simmered like an open flame, as if he was still right in front of her. She felt betrayed by the one person she had trusted most in the world. As she lay on her new bed, her mind raced and her chest felt constricted, tears streaming down her face like a relentless torrent.

Memories of Eric flooded her mind, transporting her back to the day he moved in next door when she was just five years old. His mum was a single mother with bleached blond hair who smoked a lot of cigarettes and had a revolving door of boyfriends. The day he moved in, Sofia vividly recalled as she watched the van drive in, the dust flying about as it came to a sudden halt by the red gate and the door opened. Eric emerged wearing faded black overalls that looked at least two sizes too big, his brown hair messy on top his head.

That fateful afternoon, Sofia had approached him on the veranda, offering her vanilla ice cream cone, with the white vanilla running down her hand, as a gesture of friendship. He had declined with a gentle shake of his head, but she had sat down beside him anyway. And just like that, they became inseparable - Sofia and Eric, two peas in a pod.

With a determined swipe, Sofia wiped away her tears. She refused to shed another drop over Eric's thoughtlessness. If he couldn't be bothered to bid her a proper farewell, she wouldn't waste her tears on him. Her resolve hardened. She vowed not to let him get to her.

She just couldn't imagine how he could be here, working with a criminal. Dominic was not a good person into Sofia could feel it when she looked in his eyes. She didn't care what Eric said. The way he slapped that guy flashed into her mind and she shivered. She didn't like him one bit and knew she had to keep her guard up. If she could help it, she wouldn't take this deal at all. Although she hated her father, she still felt obligated to help him out of her sense of duty. Not only that, her life was not working out as she wanted, and she was beginning to feel melancholic about it all. Although she enjoyed working at the restaurant, and loved her friends there, she had begun to feel deeply dissatisfied with the routine. She didn't know exactly what she wanted but knew she wanted more. Her life had become a monotonous one that suffocated her. She wanted to get out of her small town, get out of her small bedroom she had known all her life, but her financial struggles held her back. She earned only enough to eat properly and change clothes occasionally, besides that she was broke and had no savings except if you count the cents worth of 200 dollars.

Eric looked just the same but exaggerated. His honey brown eyes looked bolder and his brown hair was now well tamed, no longer as shaggy as it used to be but cut lower at the sides with fades, a hair cut that accentuated his chiseled features. He certainly walked differently too, no longer with his head down but with it held high as if daring everybody but nobody in particular. A part of her wanted to hug him like they always did, to have him rub the back of her neck like he always did when she was upset. She had been so scared that something horrible had happened to him, but seeing him alive and well certainly brought her immerse relieve and a happiness she didn't want to acknowledge.

To her surprise, the contract was devoid of any sinister clauses, just as they had discussed over breakfast the previous day. However, the thought of publicly kissing Dominic still made her skin crawl. Yet, a spark of excitement ignited within her, reminiscent of her childhood dreams of becoming an actress. She had always been one to embrace challenges head-on, and this role was no exception.

As she entered the kitchen, Dominic sat alone, sipping a drink from a glass, a bottle of whiskey on the table before him. Their eyes met, but Sofia chose to ignore him, her stomach growling with hunger. She opened the fridge, scanning its contents with a critical eye. Finally, she retrieved a loaf of bread and some ham, placing them on the table a short distance from Dominic.

The air was thick with tension, but Sofia refused to acknowledge him, her focus solely on satiating her hunger.

"Have you read through it" he asked

She opened the loaf and brought out two slices "yes" she said absent mindedly

"And?" he asked eagerly

"its cool" she said as she put ham on her bread.

"okay. We will start planning the wedding soon. I haven't choosen a date yet but it will be this month I'm sure. Sofia" he said her name trying to get her full atttention. In return she faced him, rinsing one of her eye brows in question

"I don't know about your personal life but i want you to understand that for the time we will be married you can't have any intimate relations with any man. It wouldn't be a good look if it gets to the public" he said. There was a sort of edge to his tone, it was almost a command.

She snorted "does that rule apply to you too?" she asked

"Yes, of course" he said matter of factly.

His gaze traversed her body, lingering on every curve. Sofia's jean shorts and tight t-shirt showcased her figure, accentuating her tiny waist and flared hips. Sofia was not oblivious of how beautiful she was, neither was she ever embarrassed by the power of her beauty. Her porcelain skin glowed with a subtle warmth, her heart-shaped face framing her striking features. Her auburn hair cascaded down her back, its waves and curls tantalizingly unpredictable. She had her Mum's eyes, a vibrant green with golden flecks, sparkled like emeralds in the light.

Men often admired her, and Sofia relished the attention. But Dominic's gaze was different, laced with an air of entitlement. He seemed to think he could claim her with a mere glance. Sofia's irritation simmered, her eyes blazed as she hissed, 'Feast your eyes, Dominic, because that's all you'll ever get.'

His smirk was infuriating, his voice dripping with confidence. 'Are you sure about that, Sofia?' He drew out her name, his emphasis on each syllable sending a shiver down her spine.

Her anger and frustration propelled her forward, her hips swaying with each step. She stopped mere inches from him, the scent of his cologne and whiskey enveloping her. 'I dare you,' she whispered, her voice husky.

Dominic's eyes gleamed with amusement as he grasped her chin, his fingers burning her skin. 'When we will do it, it will be because you begged for it,' he whispered, his breath caressing her face. His smile was triumphant as he released her and strolled out of the kitchen