I AM MARRIED TO THE MAFIA BOSS

The vase dropped to the floor and it broke into pieces, the tears in Brielle's eyes had also fallen upon the broken ceramic. "I would rather die a thousand deaths than marry a murderer like you." She whispered with the little courage she had left, her parents they are useless, and none of them wanted to help. "No, no, be careful with your decision, Micheal's life depends on this conversation." Alexander's rough hands gripped her jaws tightly, and he forced her to look up at him. "What do you mean by that?" she asked, her troubled blue eyes narrowed at him. "What I mean is, if you marry me without a fuss of course. You will earn an opportunity to save your boyfriend." His wicked hands tightened against her jaw. "You wouldn't…" He interrupted her sharply. "Oh, yes, I would. Do you love him that much you would rather see him die than betray him?" he pushed her a little bit roughly, her trembling legs were not quick enough to catch her. She stumbled back and fell. Even though she had fallen over and possibly injured herself, Alexander's hate-filled eyes had no remorse in them. "Make your choice, sweetheart." He ordered fiercely. Brielle sniffled, tears blurring her vision, Alexander turned on his heels and was about to leave when she came crawling to him. "Alright, please leave Micheal alone. I will marry you." "Are you sure about that?" He teased. "Yes, I will break up with him and I will marry you." A wicked smile cracked on his face, he felt quite satisfied. *** The room was cold and dark, sounds of crickets echoed softly just from outside the window, Micheal groaned as he opened his eyes to the nothingness of the darkness, it was so dark he couldn't tell where he was. The room smelled like rust and an old paper carton, he winced slightly, and a sharp pain emerged from the back of his head. Probably from where they had knocked him out, he tried to move his body but he now noticed he was bound to the wooden chair he was seated on. He heard a small whimper, similar to that of a grown man, he suddenly raised his head as he peered deeper into the darkness but there was nothing to aid his sight with. "Father, father, is that you?" He called and waited in expectant for a reply. "Yes"" He heard his father's shaky voice. "s**t! Why are you here?" He rasped in anger. "You are not supposed to be in here." There was another small whimper, one that stopped him from talking. "Are you all right, Father?" He asked curiously, tears welling up in his eyes, how did it even come to this? He had never expected a small lover's brawl to ever end up like this, it would have been fine if it were just him, he would give them his flesh and blood if they wanted but not his family, even though he hated his father, he was still concerned for him. "I am fine," the older man lied. "You are in no position to worry about me." Micheal bit down on his lips in frustration, this was a bad idea, to begin with... he should have given up when he had the chance too if he ever got the opportunity to talk to Brielle, he'd plead with her and then break up with her for the sake of his family. "Father... 'm sorry, this is all my fault." He whispered hesitantly, his voice breaking off at the end, he was a stupid son and he deserved whatever happened to him from here on, he didn't have power yet he fought with the same man who owned the organization that caused his mother's death... How brazen of him, but now it wasn't just his life that was in jeopardy. "I'm truly sorry father." Silence engulfs them first and then Filippo, Micheal's father clears his throat. "Son, I don't know if you want to hear this, but I will say it anyway. I…" Micheal interrupted him sharply. "I know father, you wanted to apologize, just like you keep doing. You're always apologizing." He whispered. "But it's okay now. you don't have to apologize to me anymore; I forgive you, Father." Filippo had never thought he would ever hear those words from his son, the boy had held a deep grudge against him ever since he was nine and now after seventeen years, Micheal tells him he had finally forgiven him. "You don't have to force yourself to do this Micheal, I don't blame you for the situation we are in," he argued moved by this conversation with Micheal. "This is also my fault, if I was a rich man and you had a better life, we wouldn't have even met the Kings family." "I'm not forcing myself, and this isn' t your fault too, I'm sure this is what mom would have wanted too." The sounds of lock from the outside of the room disrupted their conversation as they stayed quiet to examine the situation. The door opened slightly allowing a small streak of light to enter the room, and Micheal used to opportunity to look at his father but, it was too dark for him to see anything. Some men, who seemed to be Alexander's goons entered the room picked him up, and dragged him outside the room. "Where are you taking me?" he asked but none of the heavily dressed men answered his questions. He was pushed into a room and he stumbled to regain his balance, it was too late as he collapsed on the wooden center table, knocking his belly at the edge of the hard table. "Argh! s**t!" he cursed as he got up from the cold hard floor, those men were still there but there was one more person in the room… Brielle. "Brielle please, do something, papa is hurt pretty badly." He begs, she is wearing a small frown on her face and the frown softens immediately after he has spoken and she bursts into a peal of mocking laughter. "How shameless can you even be to ask me for help?" she asked stepping further into the room. "You' re useless, this is your fault, to begin with. If you were a bit stronger, nothing would have happened to Mr. Filippo." "Brielle, what are you talking about? I'm here because of you!" he yelled slightly, he didn't care if Brielle was in front of him and he was weak and vulnerable at the moment. If crying miserably would save his father he would do anything. "Micheal I never should have dated you. My parents are right; maybe Alexander is indeed better for me. If you can't even protect yourself, how can you protect me?" she queries "You're so useless, you and your wretched family, to think that I even fell in love with you makes me sick." She yells and then he clears up the distance between them grabbing her wrists. One of the bodyguards pulled him away and Micheal's face collided with the bodyguard's fist. "It seems like you don't yet know your place, Micheal. I'm not your girlfriend anymore, I will marry Alexander, and I came to tell you goodbye... I hope we never meet,even in hell." After Brielle's confession the bodyguards would proceed to beat the lights out of Micheal before dragging him back to the dark room, they had brought him out from. "Micheal, are you all, right? What did they do to you?" his father asked his voice filled with concern. "I met Brielle and she broke up with me, I'm poor and powerless how can I ever protect her?" there was a painful swell along his left eyelid, his nose was broken and his lips busted. His father fell silent for some time before finally speaking again. "Don't worry, the world is filled with good girls and bad girls. If we get out of here, you should get someone better." He advised. The door opened again and then the lights of the room were switched on, and some of those men came inside the room and then Alexander stepped in as well. His cerulean blue suit was matching his eyes, his black hair perfectly styled and it flickered in the dim light of the room. "Did you sleep well, Micheal?" He smiled devilishly. "After sôme much pressuring, Brielle finally changed her mind and realized how weak and useless a man like you is." Micheal glared up at him but didn't say anything. "Are you angry? Doesn't it irk you, how pathetic you are?" He poked Micheal's forehead with his index finger. "You should blame your father then and probably in your next life if there is one. You should be born rich." He pulls out a gun from the sides of the jacket and Micheal's eyes widen. "Brielle said she hated you so much for being unable to protect her, she said she hated you to death." He laughs slyly. "I hate you too, how dare you try to rival with me. I'm quite jealous of how much you love my fiancé, and that's the reason why I will kill you." Micheal clenched his teeth. "I don't care what you do to me, but I will plead with you to please leave my family out of this. I will die if it pleases you, even in the most miserable way." He paused slightly." I will beg for death if it pleases you, but please leave my father out of this.' Alexander nodded with a sadistic smirk plastered across his face, he was enjoying it. "All right," He laughs "That's a nice compromise. I almost changed my mind." he pulled on the slides of the gun and the only thing he heard were gunshots. It happened so fast and suddenly that he didn't know what was going on.