Married To The Ruthless Mafia Lord

Chapter 2

Zane’s POV

“What the hell do you mean by we’re getting married tonight? Are you insane?” Clara yelled.

“If I were you, I’d keep my mouth shut, or we can just go back and leave you there to die,” I stated with a stern face.

Picking up a stranger and asking her to marry you on the first day is not something you see every day in life. I should probably start up a movie industry with my life. My fist clenched as I looked at the angry and confused woman by my side.

It’s been four months since I came back to Neon Hill after being away for 16 long years. I returned to take over the family business, but I’m met with a condition of marriage.

What type of dad doesn’t care about his own son’s happiness?

Two weeks ago, my dad had summoned me to his room. “Son, you’re all grown now, and I’m sure you know your dad is no saint,” he began as he smoked his cigarette. “You’ll have to take over the family business soon, and I can only give you that opportunity on one condition.”

I tilted my head in confusion as I sipped from the glass of wine in my hand. As the first son of the Bellucci family, I had every right to be in charge when Dad decided to retire, so what is this about a condition?

“You’ll have to marry the daughter of my former worker, Mr. Smith. If you fail to do so, I’ll pass down my legacy to your cousin Asher,” Dad declared, not even making eye contact with me.

He left me shocked to my bones, trying to decide what I should do. I couldn’t let that stuck-up snob Asher get my position in the family business. He’ll just drag it down with him like he’s doing to Uncle Bruno business now.

I had accepted my dad’s conditions without a second thought. Besides, he had said the marriage would only last six months, and after he got what he wanted from her, I’d be free to divorce and toss her aside.

“Can someone just tell me what is going on, please?” Clara pleaded.

I turned to her. “You’ll get a detailed explanation after the wedding tonight. And I’ll let you in on one very important detail now, Clara. Your house is now in flames as we speak. It’s been burnt down to ashes. People are after you. Unless you want to die an untimely death, stick with me for six months only.”

Her body stiffened, and I saw the tears trying to make their way out of her eyes. But I didn’t care about this baby act. All I needed was to keep the family business under my name. If she were wealthy, I’d say she’s a spoiled brat, but she’s just stubborn—maybe stupid.

In thirty minutes, we arrived at my extravagant mansion. I could see her eyes widen at the sight of my place. This was exactly what I liked—when people acknowledge the fact that I’m a wealthy man. If not by words, then by action is enough.

“Get down,” I ordered, and she did without arguing.

“Can I just say one thing, Zane? If we are to get married, then I hope we can learn to get along. It wouldn’t hurt you to be nice to me,” she murmured as we made our way into the house.

I turned around, pulled her by the arm, and stared her straight in the eye. “You don’t f*****g get to make the rules in my house. Do you understand? I say what goes, and you’ll obey me.”

She nodded her head in agreement, but fear was evident in her eyes.

So, the mouthy and courageous woman from hours ago is not so brave anymore. I guess that’s what happens when you enter Zane Bellucci’s world.

“Now that that’s settled, follow Elena. She’ll prepare you for the wedding in an hour,” I instructed.

“This way, ma’am,” Elena approached her, and they left.

I just wanted to get this over with and be done with it. I had a lot to take care of, and a wedding was the least of them.

My phone rang. It was a call from Dad. “Are you guys ready?” his voice came through the phone.

“Yes, Dad. We’ll be at the church soon. I just need Elena to doll her up, and we’ll be there,” I responded.

“Okay, son. We’re waiting.”

“Who is ‘we’? I thought it would be just me, you, Clara, and the priest?” I questioned.

“Your cousin Asher and his dad will be present. This marriage is as important to them as it is to me, so take it seriously.”

“Dad, can you just tell me what this is all about? I know I’m doing this to earn your trust and get my inheritance, but how does it involve Uncle Joe and his bratty son Asher? What’s the real deal? I need to know.”

“Get through with the wedding, and we’ll fill you in. See you later,” he said and ended the call before I could protest.

Well, it’s just a wedding of convenience. I don’t love Clara, and I’d never love someone like her. She doesn’t measure up to me in any way. Six months, and that is it, I told myself as I put on my shoes.

I stepped out of my room to find Clara seated in the living room, dressed in a white silky gown with her hair styled in an updo.

“Let’s go. It’s time,” I announced, stepping out as she struggled in her heels to catch up with me.

“Why can’t we just have a proper wedding tomorrow? I mean, it’s 10 p.m. Who gets married at 10 p.m.?” she asked, stepping into the right side of the car while I took the left.

I pulled her skinny body close to me and whispered, “I can see you really want to piss me off tonight. I promise you, it’s not a pretty sight, so keep your mouth shut and follow like you’ve been asked to.”

Bongo drove off, and I couldn’t wait to get this over and done with.