Wedded To The Ruthless Mafia Boss

A SIT-DOWN

Lena woke up to the morning sun glistening into her eyes through the window blinds. She quickly shut her eyes at once to deter the sun from reaching them. She whined but then remembered she wasn't in her father's house anymore.

Groaning, she yanked the blanket off her body. She must have slept for too long. She stood up and thought of where to go. Her clothes were in the room she shared with Darian and she didn't want to see him that morning but she didn't have a choice.

Huffing an annoyed sigh, she got off the couch, and walked toward the room, the door was left open, and she figured he wasn't naked again.

She walked into the room but didn't find him and relief washed through her. She was still surveying the features of the room when she heard footsteps approaching her, she turned to check who it was and it was the almighty Darian. She shut her eyes in chagrin, she had hoped she would not see him that morning.

"Where did you sleep last night?" His deep baritone voice echoed through the room, loud and scary but Lena didn't jerk in fear.

Staring at everything in the room but him, she shrugged and said. "You told me to sleep in the living room and that was exactly what I did."

He stood straight, all tall and powerful. His eyes were on her but she made sure she didn't raise her head to look at him. She already figured those eyes would be bloodshot from how raspy his voice sounded, but she cared less.

He picked up the wristwatch from the cabinet and wore it over his wrist, he adjusted his tie and Lena secretly admired her husband. He looked so handsome in the black suit he wore, his shoe shone so brightly and she could bet it was worth thousands of dollars.

She wished she could stand up and help him with the tie —that was the kind of life she fantasized about. With her husband. But she couldn't, she sat there and watched him do his thing till he left the bedroom.

Darian strode to the garage, his bodyguard was already waiting for him. He took the bag from the boss while he went to meet with the other bodyguards.

"No one leaves or enters this house today aside from Tina and me."

They gave an understanding nod to his rules. After that, he went back to join Jay in the car.

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They arrived at their destination a few hours later. Clutching his hands together in anxiety, he raised his head slightly to check if everyone was around. Glimpsing their cars, he knew they were all waiting for him to show up. He whispered some words to Jay, and they hurried out of the car.

There was a sit-down at Dawson family’s secret chambers located at Park Avenue, and Darian's presence was highly demanded as the prospective don.

He got into the dark room, and heaved a drained sigh —he was there again. He could easily make out his seat, and recognized everyone who was seated even though the room was dark.

As he took coordinated steps towards his seat, Jay followed closely behind. He sat down and whispered to Jay to lower his gun. Staring at all the faces in the room, a dim light came on.

"Darian is here!" A shrill voice beamed. "Shall we proceed with the meeting?" An elderly man who owned the voice asked them and they agreed without hesitation.

There was decorum in the large room as everyone awaited what he was about to say.

"Darian! You should be punished for getting married without inviting us." Gaius, the elderly man rebuked him. His bodyguards pointed their guns at Darian but he curbed them with his hands.

"Yes, he should. You don't acknowledge us as family members!" Another one chirped in and the bright lights came out at that moment. He was a man in his mid-forties. As tall and good-looking as Darian.

Darian turned to him with a heavy scowl on his face, he said nothing and gawked at him as he spoke. He was Judson Dawson, Darian’s greatest enemy in the family.

"The Dawson family should be respected and anyone who does anything without our consent is not fit to be in our midst." Another man concluded, Darian stared at his uncles and just shook his head lightly, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"You wanted me to get a wife.” His eyes held no readable expression as he spoke. “Now that I have gotten a wife. When will I be crowned the don of the Dawson family Mafia?” He demanded, staring into their faces, trying to read their expressions but it was blank as they all seemed to be taken aback by his response to their rants.

When no one gave a response to his question, he slammed the table hard, causing the bottles arranged on it to rumble and almost fall to the ground.

He stood up and stared at them with ferocious eyes. His fingers pointing from face to face. "This post rightfully belonged to my father before he died. It's so unfortunate he wasn't able to mount it before he died..."

"Yes, because he died a coward and left behind an illegitimate child." Judson jibed, mainly to get on Darian's nerves.

"Watch your mouth, Judson," Darian warned, jerking a finger at him.

"And what would you do if I don’t. What?" He stood up and headed towards Darian. "Would that change the fact that your mother was a prostitute whom your father slept with in his tipsy state?"

"Watch your tongue!" Darian roared and made for Judson. He clutched his cloth to his neck and almost suffocated him but Judson's bodyguards were quick to rescue him from Darian. "Watch how you talk to me, you old fool." He breathed hard.

He was ready to strangle Judson if no one stopped him. He had never liked Judson. Never found a reason to like him. Judson was just one of the made men yet he acted like he was a boss.

Gaius stared at them, a small smile playing on his lips. He had always admired Darian. He had a short temper and could easily pull a bullet to anyone's head, he had all it took to be the Don.

"Whatever happened between my parents is none of your f*****g business." Darian cussed, his jaw clenching as he glared at Judson.

"We shall meet with your wife, and when we are satisfied with the woman you married, we shall start with the coronation rituals," Gaius announced to them, completely ignoring their banters.

"That was not the plan Gaius!" Darian frowned. "My father couldn't take the throne because he was killed..."

"Your father didn't take the throne because he didn't prove to be a responsible man and he was a coward while he lived." Gaius corrected Darian.

Darian loathed whenever his father was referred to as a coward. It hurt deeply within him. He just wanted to prove to them that he was largely different from his father.

"That was why we wanted you to marry a wife, to have a home and avoid an illegitimate child the second time." His words hurt Darian, but he held down the pain, he couldn't disrespect Gaius. He was the underboss and would be given due respect.