Mafia Damian's Bride

CHAPTER 6

Lady Jennifer turned to leave her youngest daughter's room and met Samantha in the hallway.

"Mom, what did Alicia say? Is she going to see Damian Tucker tomorrow? What time did he request to meet with her?" Samantha asked, her curious gaze fixed on her mother's worried face.

"Samantha, I don't know. I will call the number tomorrow morning to find out. Right now, I am so tired and need to rest. Good night." Lady Jennifer walked away from her eldest daughter and went back to her own room to rest. It was the room she had shared with her husband before he was taken away.

Samantha stood in the hallway and looked at Alicia's door. "Why would Damian choose Alicia over me? Am I not the older sibling and good enough for him? Why must he choose this local girl?"

Samantha gritted her teeth and moved back to her own room, awaiting the next morning.

Meanwhile, in Alicia's room, she found it difficult to sleep. She kept thinking about how she would escape Damian's offer, knowing it was not a joke. A marriage contract with him in exchange for her father's freedom and to clear his debt.

"No, I cannot do this," Alicia said. She tightly shut her eyes and fell asleep.

The next morning, the sound of the alarm woke Alicia from her peaceful sleep. She had been exhausted from the previous night, witnessing her father's kidnapping by the ruthless mafia boss who ruled the entire territory.

Alicia sat up and turned off the seven o'clock alarm. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom to bathe and brush her teeth. She looked tired. Her long blonde hair was disheveled, and her large blue eyes were red and swollen from crying too much the night before.

Alicia sighed and finished brushing her teeth. She stripped off her nightgown and stepped into the bathtub. She recalled the horror movie that had played out in her home the previous night. Silent teardrops slipped from the corners of her eyes.

Alicia finished her bath, got out of the bathtub, picked up her white towel, and returned to her bedroom to dress. A knock on her door interrupted her thoughts, and she heard her elder sister's voice.

"Alicia, open up," Samantha called from outside.

"What do you want?" Alicia asked as she moved to the door and pulled it open.

"Alicia, I came to see you about what happened last night. What are you planning to do about it?" Samantha asked, standing in front of the door.

Alicia moved away from the door and went back to her bed to pick up the brown dress she had selected from her closet.

"Alicia, I am talking to you," Samantha spoke through gritted teeth. She wore a red top, black trousers, and black boots, looking disapprovingly at her sister.

Alicia remained quiet as she picked up her brown dress and put it on. She turned to face Samantha and asked, "What do you want me to say? You heard everything Mom said, and you saw them too. So what can I say?" Her large blue eyes flashed red in anger, and Samantha sighed.

"Let's get straight to the point. Do you want to dump that police officer boyfriend and accept Damian Tucker's offer?" Samantha asked, gazing at her younger sister.

"No way. I am not going to accept Damian. Never, ever!" Alicia's eyes shone with disgust, and Samantha smiled.

"Well, that's good for you, but for me, I like him, and I want to be his woman."

"What?!" Alicia looked at her older sister as if she had grown horns.

"Samantha, did you hear yourself? You want Damian Tucker? The mafia boss? Do you know you could be killed if you wrong him or do anything silly?" Alicia asked, and Samantha smiled.

"I won't cheat on Damian, and I am not in any serious relationship. I have seen him before. Damian owns many businesses here and controls the T-Group—also known as the Tucker Group. And you think he is a poor guy? He is a billionaire, and he will take care of me. I don't think I will have to work much, and my colleagues will respect me at work. Not to mention the top managers—they will fear me and respect me too."

Alicia shook her head in disbelief, seeing her older sister's dreamy eyes. "Samantha, you seem to forget that this walking demon keeps a low profile so as not to attract the authorities. I'm sure that's why he didn't choose you and settled for me, knowing you are in the spotlight," Alicia explained, and Samantha frowned.

"Do you think that's why Damian didn't choose me?" Samantha looked sad, and Alicia cleared her throat and explained, "Look, big sis, I don't know. But I advise you not to get entangled with a mafia boss if you value your life. He doesn't love us, and he or his group could kill you."

"But you fell in love with a police officer. Didn't you fear that he could get killed one day by criminals too? Or he might become angry and pull the trigger over your head if you dump him or do something wrong?" Samantha looked at her sister with a serious expression, and Alicia swallowed hard.

"No way!" Alicia exclaimed. "Jonathan will never hurt me!" She defended her boyfriend, even though she didn't know if he had a temper.

"You are not so sure yourself. The fact is that Jonathan also uses a gun, and he could kill you if he gets annoyed. Anyway, I am off to work. I only came here to tell you about it. You should let Damian know about my offer to be his woman. Or you can tell me when you are ready to go see him, so I can come along," Samantha said as she turned to leave.

Alicia sighed deeply and replied, "I am never going to see Damian. Jonathan promised to help us raise the money, and I will wait until he comes up with something."

"Alright. Take care." Samantha pulled the door open and left the room.

Meanwhile, Alicia sighed and went to the mirror to comb her long blonde hair and apply a little makeup. Once she was done, she grabbed her black bag containing her white nurse uniform and set off for work.

As she exited her room and made her way downstairs, Alicia was shocked to see three men in black standing in the living room, looking at her. Her mother, older sister, and brother were also there.

Alicia frowned and came downstairs. "Good morning, Mom. What's going on here?" she asked her mother, glaring at the men in black.