Married To The Ruthless Mafia Lord

Chapter 4

Clara’s POV

My head spun for some time as Asher’s words echoed louder in my brain. It all made sense now. I had witnessed his bodyguard killing three men in front of me. I should have known he was no good. Now I’m married into this dangerous family. I know my life was in danger before because of the constant threats I had been receiving, but this was worse.

“Asher, when you say mafia, you mean like guns, gangs, and killing?” I asked as I fought the tears struggling to spill from my eyes. He studied me for a while, and a smirk spread across his lips.

“Yes, baby girl, and I’m not shocked you’re just finding out. My cousin can be a sneaky one.”

My face turned pale and my hands were all sweaty. I felt the urge to stand up and run as far as I could, but I couldn’t. Even if I did, where would I go? I had no family apart from Dad, and now he’s dead. Our home has been reduced to ashes. My life was shattered. I know it wasn’t much, but now it’s just in pieces.

If I was going to be married into this type of family, I needed to gather information about them and how they operate so I know where to keep my head for the next six months, and Asher was the right person to fill me in. I thought to myself as I faced him with more questions.

“Asher, do you know what danger I’m involved in? And why Zane had to marry me?”

“Really, I don’t know that. I thought you guys were in love.” He chuckled, clearly taking my situation as a joke.

My jaw clenched and I gritted my teeth. “I know you know what I’m talking about. Please, just tell me why I’m married to him.”

“Okay, princess, I’ll help your little life out. The first thing I’m going to warn you about is, do not fall in love with Zane because this marriage is not genuine, and he’s got a lot of girls falling at his feet already.” He began.

“ Secondly, be very careful and don’t make him angry. He could end your life himself rather than protect you. And finally, what I know is, he’s marrying you because his dad asked him to. The man who knows the real reason why all of this is happening is lying inside there fighting for his life, and my dad, he’ll never say a word to me without his brother’s consent, so I’m clueless, like you—same as your husband.”

Okay, it was clear they didn’t trust Asher much because this can’t be all the information he knows. But the part where he asked me to be careful around Zane, that I’ll take very seriously. All I needed to do was mind my business and stay out of his way for a couple of months, and everything would be fine.

“Okay, Asher, thank you.” I said and turned my attention back to staring at Zane, who was now leaning on the wall with his head tilted back while one leg was placed behind.

He still had his suit on, and I must say, he looked really good in it. He looked like the type of guy who could stir up trouble in a girl’s heart and leave innocently, and that is why I’d keep my distance.

It had been five hours since we got to the hospital, and the operation still wasn’t done. Although I didn’t know this so-called Don of the Mafia gang properly, and I just met him tonight, I still prayed he would be fine so at least I could know the reason for all of this.

Asher had gone over to sit with his dad, and I was left alone. Minutes later, the doors of the ICU opened, and the doctor walked outside as he took off the gloves from his hands. I couldn’t move over there because, of course, I wasn’t part of this family, and Zane would probably not want me listening. So I stayed glued to where I had been sitting.

After a discussion that took not up to seven minutes, I saw a smile on Zane’s face but a frown on Mr. Bruno’s face. This was probably the good and bad news type of scenario.

Zane began walking towards me now, after hours of not even looking at me. The blood stains on his shirt seemed like something he was used to; after all, he was next in line to become the Don. I only wonder how many people he must have stopped from breathing.

“Stand up. We’re going home now.” He announced and walked past me as I struggled to follow his pace until we came to a halt outside in front of his black GLE.

I had wanted to ask him how his dad was doing, but it was best I stayed quiet. My body tensed up when he turned and looked at me. My eyes met his fiery gaze.

“Clara, I don’t give warnings more than once, but I’ll assume that you don’t know me, and you’re probably clueless about who you got married to. So I’ll give you one more chance. If you engage in a conversation with Asher again, I’ll kill you. Remember that. Now get in.”

Goosebumps spread throughout my body. I wanted to say something to ask him why he didn’t tell me who he was before I married him, but I couldn’t find my voice. Instead, I hopped into the car as he had asked me to.

We arrived at his estate in no time, and the maids helped me to my room. I couldn’t wait to get away from him—he scared me in every way possible. Once inside the room, I took a better look at it again. It was exquisite.

The color white and lavender was perfect on the walls, and the queen-sized bed was bigger than any bed I had ever seen in my entire twenty-four years of existence. What the hell, the entire room was five times bigger than my house, and the estate itself was probably bigger than my neighborhood.

The Bellucci’s were rich—no, not rich, they were extremely wealthy. My dad had been working for them long before I was born, but I had never been there, not once. He had warned me to stay away from anything or anyone concerning his job; now I see why. If they were involved in the Mafia, then Dad must have known. What if that’s what got him killed?

Well, it had been a very long day, and I was tired. All I wanted to do now was sleep and forget all of this. I laid in the enormous bed. When I turned to the side, I found a brown envelope written on it: “The Contract.”

As I picked it up, my door opened, revealing Zane. He was now dressed in a black t-shirt that clung to his masculine body and eight abs, with sweatpants.

“I see you’ve found my little gift. Open it.” He said, now walking towards me with his gaze fixated on my body.

My fingers fidgeted with the envelope for a while before I finally opened it up.

“Now, everything on there contains my rules and regulations you have to follow while under my roof. You will sign at the bottom of the page, and everything will be settled.” He announced.

“What about the reason we’re married? Is it here too?” I asked confidently.

He moved closer and gripped me by the hair. “You’ve not even read the rules, and you’re already breaking one of them. I doubt you want to keep your little life.” He whispered and let me go.

My head throbbed with pain, but I wouldn’t cry—not in front of him.

“I’ll sign it. But I’d like to read through so I know how to stay away from you.” I said, and for a second, I saw a bit of disappointment in his eyes, or maybe I was hallucinating because it turned to disgust.

“Good. Now, go through everything, especially Numbers 8 and 9,” he said before walking out of my room, shutting the door behind him.

As soon as he left, the tears spilled freely down my cheeks. My teary eyes searched for Number 8 and 9—then widened in shock.

“Never fall in love with me, or you’ll regret it.” I had been warned about that already. But Number 9?

“If you ever try to leave before the contract ends, I will find you, mutilate you, and keep you alive as my trophy.”

I had married the devil. And this was my new reality.