I Now Pronounce You Husband and Wife

I stared at the big, burly guy standing in front of me. I have to tilt my head up to look at him as I am 4'11 and this guy is well over six feet. Life of being short, I guess. Thanks mom. Looking at us, you would think that he was possibly my father. But no, that is not the case. He's only my driver. A late one at that. My father is well over six feet himself, broad shouldered and has flaming red hair combed neatly to the side of his head. He looks every bit of a mafia boss. Fortunately for me, I inherited my father's ice blue eyes, though mine are a shade lighter than his, making them almost unnaturally white. That was about the only thing that I got from the man. My height comes from my mother, as well as my raven black hair. It's so dark, it's almost blue. How I wasn't born with red hair like my father is a mystery to everyone. My father demanded a DNA test when I was five and it came back that I was his daughter. Daddy is the head of one of two clans that run the country. We reign in the north, while The Mikelson's reign in the south. Clan MacKenzie is the richest clan in the country and we are enemies to the Mikelsons. As a child, I was always told to stay away from them, especially their eldest son, Dominic. I was under th impression that he wasn't someone I really wanted to be around anyway. Unfortunately, Dominic and I go to the same college. He's a year older than me and thinks he is a god. If I could gag, I would right now. Which is why I was confused as to why Dominic Mikelson was currently sitting in my father's office, a drink in his hand and a smug look on his face. I heard my father clear his throat and I turned my attention back to the giant of a man in front of me, pushing Dominic to the back of my mind. I tilt my head to look back at him and he is looking down at me with a look of boredom on his face, staring at me down his nose. Upon seeing his disrespectful look, my anger rises to a whole new level. "Care to enlighten us as to why you were late picking me up from school today? I had to walk five miles home because you failed to show up. So what was so important that you weren't able to do the job you were hired for?" I asked him, a deadly calmness settling over me. He sighs heavily, rolls his eyes and crossing his arms, he gives me a look that tells me he isn't going to be talked to like that by a woman. "I had a poker run going on. I couldn't leave in the middle of it. I was winning. You got home just fine, didn't you? So why make a huge deal out of it? It's not like you're really that important." He scoffs at me. I hear light gasps coming from around the room and then everything goes still, people holding their breath waiting for something, anything, to happen. My father makes a move, but my mother holds him back, allowing me to deal with the man in front of me. It's almost like I can hear what everyone is thinking. They either think I am going to lose my s**t, or back down because I'm a woman and I'm small. I look around at the faces that are staring at me. Other than my mother and father, I can see that all the other men think I am going to bow down and not do anything. I mean, I would too if I were looking at a giant of a man and a girl that is two and a half feet shorter than him. It is actually quite comical, really. "Clearly, you don't take your job very seriously or value your life too much. Disrespecting your employer by not only not doing the job you were hired and paid to do, but coming in here and telling your boss that you deliberately left his daughter at school because of a poker game. Let's just say you're in for the ride of your life now, buddy. Clearly, you don't know who we are. You f**k with one McKenzie, you f**k with us all." I say to him in a low and dangerous voice. He doesn't seem to pick up what I'm saying as he rolls his eyes at me again and heaves a sigh before opening his fat mouth. "Look, you weren't kidn*pped or killed. I say we call it-" He doesn't finish his sentence. Quick as a flash, I yanked the metal hair pin out of my hair, causing it to cascade down my back and the Celtic knot to fall to the floor with a soft thud and jam the end of it into the side of his neck, hitting a vein and yanking it back out, causing blood to spurt out and across my face. He screams and stumbles back, trying to get away from me with his hand trying to stop the blood coming from the hole in his neck. I stalked forward and used his body to hoist myself up, locking my legs around his neck and throwing my body to the side and down, twisting and forcing him to go with me. I rolled away from him, avoiding being crushed by his body and stood, walking toward him again, blood soaking my pants and sticking to my skin. I'm sure I look crazy, blood covering my hands and face and my hair flying all over the place, but I really don't care. He scrambles backward and up, bringing himself to his knees. I grab the back of his head and bring my knee up, smashing it into his nose a few times. I felt his nose break the first time, and then the last two times just delivered more and more blood, soaking my leggings even more and the carpet. Breathing heavily, I looked back at my father. "Sorry about the mess, Daddy." I say in a sickly sweet voice. He chuckles and waves his hand, letting me finish what I'm doing. I turned back to the man who wasn't so giant anymore. Leaning down, I grabbed his face and forced him to look at me. He is gasping for breath and can barely keep his eyes open, which I find to be incredibly irritating but satisfying at the same time. He makes eye contact with me and moans, giving a feeble attempt to get away from me again. "I warned you. I'm sure others have warned you about what would happen if you slipped up. Remember that I showed you mercy tonight because next time you won't leave this room alive." I growled in his ear before shoving him away from me and turning back to face my parents. They are both standing behind my father's desk staring at me. "Wow." I heard from my right. I look toward the noise and see that the three men my father had been entertaining are staring at me as if I wasn't human. I look at each of their faces and the first two are strangers. I've never seen them before. The last one is Dominic Mikelson. I was still confused as to why he was there. He was staring at me with his mouth open so wide, a bug could fly in his mouth and down his throat and he would never notice it. "Do close your mouth, Dominic. I would hate for you to swallow a bug." I said with as much sarcasm as my body could muster at the moment. I hear a deep rumbling and look at my father, who is glaring at me hard. I glare back at him, not in the mood for his bullshit right now. "Charlotte, why don't you go and clean yourself up?" He says to me. I nod my head, glance sideways at Dominic, who smirks at me, and turn around to leave. I nod my head and turn around. Leaving the room, I walked upstairs toward my room. Once I get there, I strip out of my bloody clothes, unsticking them from my skin and throw them in the hamper before entering my bathroom. I turn the water on and while it's heating up, I look in the mirror. There was blood all over my face and chest and I got some in my hair too. Looking down, my hands are stained a brilliant red and I see that the blood has run down my arms. I'm not entirely sure what made me lose so much control like that. Noticing the steam coming from my shower, I open the door and step under the hot stream, letting it pour over me and wondering why the son of my family's enemy is sitting in my father's office having a drink with him. Let me back up and tell you how we came to be in this unfortunate situation.