Covenant with the ruthless Mafia.

I yawn loudly as I woke up. Rubbing my eyes vigorously. My face lit in excitement as I swayed my eyes over the calendar. It's my birthday. I am twenty one years today. I will explore the city and embark on adventure. “Oh dad." An excruciating excitement ruled my emotions. "Happy birthday my darling.” He wished me. But something feels off. His expressions dropped like he had melancholic snapshots. “But I am sorry my princess. You are not celebrating your birthday." He hesitated to break the News. "Dad. What's wrong? I see you are sad. Are you overthinking the debt owed the Boss?” I yanked my blanket. “No princess. The problem is …..” he inhaled deeply. " You aren't celebrating your birthday. You are getting married to the Most ruthless Greek Mafia– Nathaniel Bonano." Rutin’s eyes shrunk in guilt. “What? Daddy. I am getting married to that ruthless soul?” I raised a brow. “I don't think I can do this? I will pass." I ran my hands through my hair. Rutin came closer. He sat next to me in the bed. His fingers quiver as he traced my palms. " I am deeply sorry Cinderella. I failed to protect your prime. You are being sold to a ruthless Mafia in exchange of our family debt.” His eyes weren't pleased. " No Dad. I can do something else.” I slid my palm off and ran through the passage. I lurched at the right side encountering. A tall figured man with neon green eyes. I could barely reach his shoulders. He searched through my eyes few seconds. "What do you want wife? Are you in search of your groom?” He Drew my waist closer, tightening in his groin. “Noo.." I said in a shaky voice as my instincts whispers Nathaniel Bonano. I pretended not to know him. “Who are you? Today is my birthday. I need to relax." I tried walking away. “No, you can’t walk out of me like that naughty one. You are mine already.” He grabbed one of my waist. Talking to me eye to eye. "You don't have to worry about rest. I will do everything for you. I will massage your thighs with my rod.” He slid my sleeve off my shoulders. His words gave me butterflies in my tummy. I snatched myself out of his grip and took my heels. Right on the stairs, came four ladies. Two grabbed my arm, the other two ushered me to the dressing room. Golden lit, golden patched mirror. Galm set, and deodorants. “Madam please your foot." The head stylist requested. “I understand these but. To what extent……?” My voice barely above a whisper. One of the ladies then chuckled. A short laughter that stored doubts in my mind. "You mean all these for Nathaniel Bonano of all times? Every woman would kill to be in his bed not to talk of being in his life.” She glanced at me. “He's the sweetest man ever. Don't consider his ruthlessness, but he's a good man to his woman." Aira said decorating my gown with flowers. “I am in for this already." “Just be patient with him. Over time you will meet his desires. Nathan is a man of joyful and wild s****l desires and fantasies. Thoughts loaded in my head. My life right now felt like I am was skittering around. I am having my wedding ceremony on my birthday. Getting tied to a Mafia. Oh no! I don't want to get my hands dirty. I am too young and clean for that. "I don't want to be a Mafia queen.” I voiced out. The ladies in the room chuckled. "You already are a Mafia queen. Your exception is if your younger sibling marries a non Mafia.”