THE MAFI’S ALLURE

Untitled Episode

Marcello's pov

I was not in support of this arrangement, but it seems it's going to be interesting.

Dario is actually more stupid than I thought for him to think that I won't know what his plans are. He may have successfully fooled my grandfather, but definitely not me.

I didn't become a Mafia just by how many people I have killed…

They want to play? I will give them a good game.

The Santiago's don't know who they are messing with.

By the time I'm done with Amilia, they will regret ever messing with the wrong person.

I have always had my suspicions about Dario, but I didn't pay attention to it because I thought he was just a cunning, useless bastard, but that perception I had of him changed the moment my grandfather told me I was getting married to his daughter.

Two weeks ago, my grandfather told me about the marriage arrangement between me and the daughter of that cunning bastard.

I protested all I could, but my grandfather threatened that my birth rights would be taken away from me and handed over to my brother. He had me by the ball.

And my brother is another greedy bastard who abuses any form of power given to him. He definitely cannot be the Don. He won't even last a month in that position before he is killed.

I would rather be the Don and protect the rest of my famiglia.

I have always had my suspicions about Dario and the thought that he would allow his daughter to get married to me — knowing the kind of person I am made me wonder.

He might be one of grandfather's most trusted men, but this is Milan— lombardian mafia and my famiglia is the biggest family among the 10 families that run the affairs of Milan.

My 19 years in the underground business have taught me not to trust anyone.

Not even myself.

It became even more suspicious after I had ordered one of my best men to run a background check on Amilia and all they could find was that she's the daughter of Dario Santiago, a jewelry designer and, of course, has a boyfriend whom I am very sure is going to die by my hands.

There's definitely something about Amilia, something mysterious, something I am sure even her father doesn't know..

“But what could it be?” This is a question I promised myself to find an answer to.

I have been staring at her pictures for hours.

She's beautiful.

She has got the most beautiful smile I have ever seen.

One of her most attractive features is her eyes. She's got beautiful iris eyes— but beneath those beautiful eyes— I see darkness and I have taken it upon myself to unravel that darkness.

…..………………………….

A few days later, I'm seated in a restaurant with my family waiting to have dinner with my soon-to-be wife and her family.

The door to the private area of the restaurant opened and Amilia walked in with her family looking all stunning.

My eyebrows twitched, my heart skipping a beat from the effect of her presence and I immediately cursed myself.

I stood up and pulled out a seat for her to sit beside me. I have no choice but to play along with their game.

We all settled down.

I could see from the corner of my eyes that she was staring at me.

“Are you going to keep staring at me all night?” I teased her while maintaining a straight face. But she surprisingly ignored me and rested better on the chair and started eating her food quietly..

She immediately fell into a deep conversation with my family after the meal. I'm supposed to be impressed by how well she flows with them, but I know all of this is just an act.

“Walk with me Amilia” I said as I got up and walked into the study without waiting for her response and she followed behind just as I expected.

I shut the door immediately when we were both in the study.

I could see her sweating already. “You seem nervous,” I said while holding her gaze.

I quirk an eyebrow, nudging her to speak as I crouch down to take in more of her facial features.

She looks more beautiful than in the pictures and I could never get enough of those eyes.

She returned her gaze to the floor.

“You want to get married desperately, don't you?

“Don't you want to Marcello?” She asked. Surprise lingering in her eyes.

You have no idea, Amilia. The idea of getting married irritates me so much. The thought of getting married to a stranger, the daughter of that cunny man. I hate you for agreeing to this marriage. But we can come to an agreement” I started, as my fingertips trails down her waist .

She took a few steps back while I kept stepping forward till she reached my desk.

“You are the only person that can put an end to this marriage. Tell me whatever you want, and I will give it to you but you have to go out there and tell everyone that you are not interested in this marriage”.

“You are too close to me Marcello”. She whispered.

I didn't expect her to feel uncomfortable with my closeness. But I didn't step back.

“I..I also don't want this marriage” she stuttered.

He chuckled dryly“ You must think you're special Amilia? Every girl in this will give an arm to get married to me. What makes you any different or do you think I don't see through your pretense?

“I'm not pretending, Marcello. I wouldn't be here if I had any other choice. I also don't want this marriage, and I was hoping you can call it off”.

“And if you don't know, you have a terrible reputation. I bet if there's any girl willing to marry you out there”. She said in a low voice

“ Really Amilia? I asked

“I.. I.. mea.. mean who wants to get married to a mafia don?”

She stuttered, my heart clenching at the thought that she might be saying the truth.

Doesn't she want this marriage?

Then why did she say yes to it?

You got a sharp tongue, huh?”

I asked as my knuckles rested beneath her chin, keeping her head up as my thumb stroked her lips and stared into her eyes so I could get hold of all the emotions in her eyes.

“You wanna play with me don't you?

Well, let's see how well you know how to play the game "Amilia".

Her phone suddenly rang, and it was her little boyfriend calling….

I should have killed him earlier. I scoffed.

She tried to put the phone away as if she could read my thoughts, but I stopped her from doing so.

“We aren't even married yet, and you are cheating on me with your ex-boyfriend. Is this how it's going to be wife?”

“I'm not your wife and Rocco is still my boyfriend, not an ex”.

“Feisty”.

“I see you have not broken up with him yet. Don't worry mama, I will make it easier for you. I gat you”.

“What do you mean by that and”—

I didn't let her complete what she was saying before I left the study.

I know she still has things to say, but I have urgent things to tend to and that includes her father.