Accidently married to the Mafia Don

Aubrey: "This stripper is boring, I mean, Aubrey did better than her," Rielle commented. "True," Amita agreed. She had unexpectedly become Rielle's yes man. "Aubrey, show us some moves." It's your last day of being single and wild. "Don't be such a jerk," Amita advised. It was the night before my wedding to Barry Woodson, the wealthiest man to ever walk New York's streets. Everyone thought I was a lucky lady, but I had signed a death contract. I couldn't remember a single day since we met when he didn't touch me. But I couldn't leave because I desperately needed the money. My mother was in the hospital, fighting third-stage cancer. "This has to be the worst bachelorette party in history," my best friend, Rielle, said as she sipped her drink. The alcohol I had consumed made me want to let loose and party hard because after tonight, I would be imprisoned in Barry's dungeon for the rest of my life. He never failed to mention that I would only be there to make babies and take care of the house. "Honestly, I'd rather have gone to a regular party; what's with the music and the boring dancers?" Amita stated. Barry organized our wedding in Milan and paid for all of our flights. "Fine, I'll do it," I said as I watched their faces light up. What, after all, could possibly go wrong? They told the stripper to leave, and she walked away from our table, half naked. "I'm definitely not going to strip off my clothes," I told them. "I would like to see you do that," Amita said, before Rielle gently elbowed her. I jumped onto the platform and grabbed the pole. I dropped to my knees and licked the pole as I walked seductively around it. Then I wrapped my legs around it and began to wrap my entire body around it. While I was doing it, I didn't realize anyone was watching us until they started clapping. I paused for a moment before stepping down from the platform. My face became hot, and I attempted to hide among my friends. "You did great, don't be shy," Amita chuckled, and Rielle, as usual, seconded. I was already too shy to listen to them, so I drank more drinks to avoid feeling bad. Getting high and forgetting that a bunch of thirsty men were staring at me would be fantastic. Everything was going swimmingly until I needed to go to the bathroom. When I stood up, I realized I was high, but I managed to use the restroom. "Hey," a husky voice called out as soon as I stepped out of the bathroom. I turned around to see a pair of gray eyes staring down at me, his face expressionless. I ignored him and went to my table. He pursued me, and I tried to ignore him, but when I arrived at the table, my friends were gone. I was extremely tipsy and felt like I was about to collapse. I took out my phone and called them both, but they didn't answer, so I left the club to find them. My stomach began to hurt as the entire environment began to spin. I started throwing up in the middle of the street all of a sudden. "Are you feeling okay?" I heard the same voice inquire, but this time I was weak and defenseless. "I... I don't feel too good," I replied. Everything blurred out the moment I stood up and turned around, and I collapsed in his arms. ************* When I awoke the next time, I had an ice pack on my head alongside was lying on a bed in a familiar room. The room was identical to the one I shared with Barry at the hotel. "Oh my God!"I exclaimed. Then the bathroom door was yanked open, causing me to jump in fear. He was going to beat me up for getting drunk in the club. The stranger at the club emerged from the restroom wearing only a towel that hung dangerously low on his waist, exposing his chest. Barry would never help me with an ice pack, stupid me. Even in my sleep, he would have beaten me to a pulp. I gawked at him shamelessly, and I didn't realize it until he spoke. "That was excellent," he exclaimed. He spoke with an accent, a polished Italian accent to be exact. "The dancing and the way you move your body. "I'd pay anything to see you move like that," he said, and I laughed, snapping out of my reverie as my face heated up. "Are we at.... Hotel?" I inquired. "Yes," he said, pulling back his towel, and my eyes widened as I noticed how large his print was in his briefs. "I think I need to go," I said, waking up from my reverie. I was afraid that if I stayed any longer, I would do something I would later regret. I got out of bed, and he approached me, standing just a few inches away. "Calm down, my precious. It's two o'clock in the morning. "I'll take you home when the sun comes up," he said, his hands caressing my cheeks. His hands on my body made my body tingle in a good way, and all I could think about was running my hands over his crotch. I wanted to feel his c**k's pulsating veins. I really needed to get out of here. "You've been staring at it for a long time; you know you can touch it if you want," he said, taking my hands in his and placing them on his crotch. My eyes immediately widened and I withdrew my hands, but then I wanted more. I put my hands back on him, thinking that this would be the last time something like this happened. He drew me in by the waist and grabbed my butt, closing the gap between us. My body twitched, and I felt a surge of lust in me. He lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his body before placing me on the bed before I could think. He savagely kissed and ravished my entire body. I'd never felt this way before because Barry had never cared about foreplay and just went head on. "Are you sure you want this? Because once I claim you, you're mine" He inquired, and I nodded then he pushed himself into me..... ******** When I opened my eyes again, I was surrounded by the bright light of the sun, which had permeated the four corners of the room I was in. Memories of last night flooded back, and I immediately jumped up in fear. My gaze was drawn to the ring on my wedding finger, and my eyes widened. What! How did that happen? I didn't have a ring yet, and I didn't have time to think about why I was wearing it. I decided to deal with it later; I must have taken it by mistake from the club. Barry was going to kill me if he got to the room before me on my wedding day. The thought of the beautiful man who had me last night made my female parts burn and my stomach flutter. Looking around, I noticed he wasn't in the room, and I could hear the shower droplets. I pushed myself up and quickly changed into my clothes, which were strewn about. Then I grabbed my purse and dashed back to my room, saying nothing and leaving no note. "God, please," I muttered as I made my way down the hall to the room I shared with Barry. I knocked briefly when I arrived, and when no one answered, I took out the key card and slid it on the lock, and the door opened to reveal a stark naked woman on Barry's bed. She screamed and drew the covers up over her head. "What exactly are you doing here?!" She was horrified. "It's my fiance's room, what about you?" When I asked, her eyes widened. My phone immediately beeped, and I checked to see that there was message from Amita. "Do not return to the hotel; Barry will kill you,"......