His Mafia Bride

ALINA

I wiped off the bullet beads of sweat that were smeared all over my face with a groan.

Carrying a tray stacked with food, I ventured out of the kitchen.

Dante had been so annoying my ass off ever since I coaxed him to stay off work.

Now, thinking about it again with a clearer mind, I should have just let Dante fucking go out.

Atleast, I would have peace of mind and I would only have to endure his meaningless and ceaseless rude remarks and tantrums by dusk.

Dante had totally turned me into a bee, ever working with no rest.

I ran the house activities and sometimes Dante would make me go through his work files and cross check them while he laid comfortably in his king sized bed.

I admit that he is injured and he needs treatment but is turning me into a slave part of his recovery process?

To the world, I was the fortunate wife of Dante Morelli but in the four corners of this mansion, I am nothing but his slave.

I am his slave whom he tosses and keeps at his own will. Whatever he wants, I must be ever ready to give him.

And my life is also at the mercy of his vile hands.

I felt a gal in my mouth as I reminisced about my ill fate and luck.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I gulped down my discomfort and trailed onwards towards Dante room.

With one hand, I gave a mild knock on the door.

“Fuck. Come in” I heard Dante cursed from the inside.

It was time to face the beast. I gave a deep sigh before summoning up bravery.

“I brought you dinner” I announced, taking few steps inside.

Dante raked my appearance with those cruel emerald orbs of his.

He took raptorial steps towards me, his eyes gawking in my appearance.

“You seem to be surprisingly so submissive Alina. What’s the catch?” Dante had taunting remarks thrown at me.

I rolled my eyes at him, distaste all over my face. “There’s no fucking catch. I’m just doing what a dutiful maid would do” I replied with my tongue in cheek.

Dante yanked a fistful of my hair so quickly, his hands curling against my scalp.

I winced in pain and my eyes shut tight.

“I’m glad you are beginning to understand your place in my life” Dante sneered in a whisper as his fist curled tightly against my scalp.

All the hairs in my body stood and I gritted in pain.

“Dante you are hurting me. Let go please” I pleaded.

I could not take his hands off as a result of the tray which held my hands.

“Fiesty cat. I love it when you beg me to be honest” Dante told me under his breath.

He leaned in closer, our skin grazing and his eyes boring into my body.

“Fuck you”  I vented through clenched teeth.

“I’ll love to fuck you too” came his sensual husky reply.

Goosebumps developed in my body and my heart skipped a beat.

A malicious smile walked its way towards Dante’s lips before he pulled away and released my hair.

“Drop the food downstairs. We have guests coming in the next hour” Dante informed me.

I stared at him, shocked and amused.

“Dante you knew we had guests coming over and you didn’t inform me earlier so I’ll cook enough food?” I asked rhetorically.

“You are way too ballsy Alina” Dante replied.

“I own the house and you are my maid. You are meant to respect me and follow my words”

“Respect is earned not forced” I matched his statement up immedately.

“Well mine is forced. Now get out before I punish you and believe me you wouldn’t want to be on my bad side this evening!” Dante barked.

I shot him one last frosty glare before making a swift pivot and walking out.

Dante banged the door behind me, the sonorous sound echoing through the walls of the mansion.

This was the kind of man I was forced to settle down with.

This was my fate and life.

* * * * * * * *

I waited in expectation of Dante’s guests in the living room.

Dinner had be arrayed already on the dining table.

I had prepared a banquet of food in addition to the one I had previously prepared for Dante.

The atmosphere had a frenzy of the aromas of delectable cuisines  soaring in the air.

Occasionally my eyes would glance at the digital clock placed on the wall.

Right now it was eight o’clock sharp.

I don’t know why I suddenly feel nervous. Was I scared of making a fool out of myself the way I did in the charity event that Dante took me to?

Certainly that wouldn’t happen. I shook my head to get rid of the gloomy thoughts.

There was certainly no alcohol and I wouldn’t be joining them in their dinner so I was safe.

Dante then strode pass me, going over to the huge double doors of his mansion. Before opening the doors, he glanced back at me.

Flashing me heated glances, I swiftly stood and straightened my gown.

Dante proceeded to open the doors and my eyes fell upon the smiling faces of Dante’s male friends; Luca, Enzo and Fabio.

Fabio had a bandaged arm just like Dante.

Was he involved in Dante’s shooting?

I brushed the thought off and graced them with my friendly smile.

“Hello gorgeous” Luca was the first to greet me. He walked onwards and took my hand, planting a kiss on it.

My cheeks turned beetroot red and I tried covering my blush.

“How are you Alina?” Fabio asked.

I nodded at them.

“I am fine. I hope you all are too” I replied meekly, averting my gaze from them.

“Ofcourse we are. How is Dante treating you?” Luca asked concerned.

I was about speaking when Dante’s baritone voice interrupted me.

“Enough. I didn’t call you all here to interrogate my wife” Dante blurted out carelessly.

“Oh so now she’s your wife?” Enzo teased.

I almost laughed but I had to compose myself.

These three sure knew how to spite Dante.

“You three in the dinning area now” Dante rudely ordered.

The men chuckled and walked over to the dining area. I followed them, wanting to dish out the meal.

Suddenly, I heard the shuffling of feet approaching the front door.

I glanced up and my eyes caught the smiling face of a feminine figure.

With blonde hairs tied to a bun, peach heart shaped lips and round ocean blue eyes; a young female walked into the imperial living room clothed in a floral jump suit.

Who was she?

“I told you all to wait for me” she whined in annoyance as she ambled towards the dining area.

I turned to face the men.

Dante just had this stoic expression glued over his face whilst the rest didn’t even mind.

“Hello dear” she greeted me, extending a hand shake towards me.

“Good evening ma’am” I replied, hesitantly taking her hand.

“You may sit” I quickly added, pulling out a chair for her.

She giggled and shook her head. “Why are you being so formal? Let me guess. Dante put you up to this right?” her gaze narrowed to Dante’s non-challant eyes.

“I am Stella. And you are?” She introduced herself.

I was perplexed and stunned. She was so nice. She clearly couldn’t be one of the sluts Dante fucked around with.

“Alina. I am Alina” I replied with a smile.

Stella had her jaws dropped at my statement.

“You must be Dante’s wife! You look so pretty” she suddenly exclaimed before engulfing me in a hug by surprise.

“Enzo please tell your girlfriend to sit down” Dante demanded.

Oh. So she was Enzo’s woman. Well she was very nice.

“Dante stop being so grumpy. Alina I’ll like to get to know you better” Stella said to me after scoffing a reply at Dante.

My eyes widened. “Me? Well that would be some other time”

“Why not now?” She chuckled.

“I have to do other things” I replied noticing the stares Dante had begun passing at me.

“Oh fuck them. Let me get to know you please. Come sit by me” Stella requested. I was tongue tied at her request.

I took a cursory look at Dante and he seemed annoyed by Stella’s request.

“It won’t harm you to join us today Alina” Luca concurred with the rest agreeing.

Only Dante remained silent.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

I was at lost for words. How could I turn down their request?

“Fine. I’ll join you all for dinner” I accepted.

I took another sharp glance at Dante and his glares scared the wits out of me.