The Mafia Kings Bride

Chapter 4 : Showcase of power

The entire room smell faintly of candles wax and lavender. The night being very cold outside. However, Lydia was quite while the maid helped Lydia with her red gown. Her jaw now clenching and her eyes fixed at the mirror. But she wasn't necessary looking at her reflection.

Lydia hated this dress she had on. She hated the night and Arthur, with whom she was to go with, to attend an important dinner. She sat there, simply breathing heavy.

Suddenly, the doors opened and Gena walked into the room, all gracefully. Lydia looked at the older women. And she was suddenly defensive. Even though Gena has been very kind to Lydia the entire time. However, to Lydia, Gena still Carried the "Romero" name.

Her eyes then landed on the box Gena was holding.

"If that is another reminder that I belong to this family, please not give it to me." Lydia cold in her tone. However, Gena smile softly and walked to her, opening the box and inside was a necklace.

A very large, old diamond, looked very precious. Lydia had never seen anything like this.

"This belongs to the Romero family, and for generation this has been passed down from one bride to another. It belonged to me once, and now it belongs to Arthur's wife. You." Gena softly spoke and something shifted inside of Lydia.

"I am not his wife." Lydia spit.

"But the world doesn't care about what is real and not real Lydia. Not this deadly world you stepped in, at least. Today's event will only care about appearance. Were you are going tonight, they will only look for your weakness, when you walk in. Do not give them one." Gena said, talking to her straightly.

But this confused Lydia and scared her. She looked down at the necklace, realizing how powerful this jewelry really looks.

Even when no one is wearing it. Gena put the necklace on Lydia's neck, both of them looking at the mirror.

"You have fought with Arthur in all your power. Run away or attempted to. You did your very best to look into the eyes of the most powerful and speak, fight. Do the same here.

Have that power in your stand. Be powerful when you look. Don't let anyone see you afraid." Gena spoke, helping Lydia. And she thought about it for a while. Gena then planting a kiss on her head, turning around and walking away.

Lydia stayed there for a while, looking at herself in the mirror. She didn't know what she was walking into anymore. But all she felt was the cold diamond resting on her skin.

She had to be ready, even though she did not want to.

Lydia came down the stairs, the sound of her heels against the marble was loud. The bodyguards looked up, the maids frozen . Arthur Romero, on the other hand, was standing down there, waiting for her.

He looks up, and for once his expression betrayed him. His eyes narrowed, and not with anger but something unguarded. Lydia had forgot to breath. Her in this gown and heels and diamond all over her. This was all too much, too new for her.

Arthur came closer to Lydia. His voice very low and steady as he looked at her up and down.

"Now you look like Romero. My wife." He said, no expression on him.

And she was completely taken aback by that statement. Her heart beating fast and her hand clenching.

"Only on paper. I am your wife and Romero only on paper." Lydia reminded him and he smirk, a dark one. Arthur looked at her like she was a puzzle and he refuse to leave her unsolved.

"Paper or not, everyone tonight will know you are mine." Was all Arthur Romero said, making Lydia feel like her blood went cold.

Right now both of them where in the black bullet proof car, one of many that Arthur Romero had. Confidently driving it through the night. A few cars following them and some even ahead of them.

Lydia though, she kept her eyes on the dark City, while her arms crossed over her chest, tight.

Every now and then Lydia would look at Arthur, anger in her eyes and he noticed it all.

"You don't have to glare at me the whole time." Arthur said his expression completely unreadable. She was caught and stunned and freaked.

"I.. I am not glaring." Set softly muttered under her breathe.

"Your plotting. Seems like you are making plans to run away again" He said, looking at her and she huffed, rolling her eyes and completely shifting her entire body to the other side of the car.

"And what if I am?" She whispered, pissed off. And there was a small curve on his lips.

"Then I will advise you to plot something that doesn't get you killed. In my world, that belongs to you as well. Anything and anyone can cut you into pieces." Arthur reminded her correctly. As to what was waiting for her in the dinner they were heading to.

Lydia immediately sat up straight, clearing her throat. Realizing where she was heading.

"I don't know what you want me to constantly say and do. But I cannot be your polished, glass ornament that you can put on a table." She said, looking directly at him and he glanced at Lydia.

For a few seconds looking away from the road. It was then Lydia understood that a very powerful man was looking at her, sitting so close to each other. There she saw a darkness in his eyes that she was scared of, but still never looked away from him.

"I want you free Lydia. I want you breathing at the end of the night." He said, in a very soft voice. However it still came out rough, strong.

"Silent and polished may not help with where we are going. I want to loud, speaking, direct, like a were, the first time you meet me." He was loud and forward. Lydia never expected to hear Arthur Romero say something so comfort to her.

Even though it was strange, the way he worded his sentence stunned her. He went back to looking at the road.

"And what if I say something wrong?" Lydia whispered, her voice shaking for a small second. His gaze catching her. Cold but study.

"Then burn everything before it can even touch you. Because, there is no getting out of this life Lydia." He reminded her. Glancing back at Lydia. And every time he looked at her, Lydia felt a shiver run down her body. A cold one.

Once again both their eyes touched, a little longer. Arthur looked away, back to the road and Lydia was have a panic attack of her own. She sat there realizing that wherever she was going to go from now on, death was going to be with her, and around her. This freaked Lydia. She immediately shut her eyes, calming herself.

However, Arthur glanced back at her, only to see Lydia's eyes closed and her hands held onto each other. As if she was silently praying.

There was a cross on his forehead. Arthur did not believe in prayers. Something that had never worked on him, but he was quite. Letting Lydia do this, whatever made her feel better before the hell show starts.

At the moment, his eyes landed on her necklace. A very important mark of Romero was on her body. She was brave. He was going to give her that. Blindly Lydia was going into death's hand, but with pride. Something Arthur hasn't seen a lot of outsiders do.

Immediately he looked away from Lydia. Concentrating on the road. She wasn't important at the moment. There were other things to deal with, important things.