Chapter 4 The Groom
LORENZO
“Do you love her?” Luca asked, making Fabio arch his brow in anticipation of my answer.
“Who?” I asked, looking in the mirror as I did the last button on my Dormeuil vanquish crisp white shirt, the pants and coats were a dark gray. I had the tuxedo custom-made for me, as are all my suits. I started on the sleeves. Both men share a look that made me narrow my eyes at them.
“Jeez ,the woman you are about to marry in less than an hour, Capo,” Fabio supplied helpfully. I glance at Luca through the mirror.
“What is this about? And are you seriously asking me if I'm in love with Sancia?” I took the folded black tie from his hand. I was surprised Luca was asking such stupid questions.
As though he didn't know why this wedding was taking place. As though he wasn't the one who suggested this alliance.
“It's a valid question. She's the woman you're getting married to, is she not? Though I still don't understand why her?” Luca replied. I wonder if this was what had him distracted and bothered today.
I know he wasn't exactly pleased with my choice and actions lately. But it's not like his opinion or anyone else's matters when it comes to the woman I decide to make my wife, and I especially don't give a shit what anyone thinks of my actions or care to explain to anyone.
Though he's my Consigliere and closest friend, and his advice matters to me, he knows not to push the boundaries. He knows more than anyone that I always get my way; it might be difficult, and it might take a while, but I am patient, and in the end, I get what I want.
“You, tell me. Do I look like I'm in love?” I retorted. He sighs with resignation.
“I don't know Enzo. Sometimes I feel like you like her, but the way you treat her is not how a man who is in love should treat the woman he's in love with. Sometimes it's like you hate her. Then, at other times, you look at her like you want to…,”
“Fuck her?” I arched my brow and smirked.
“Yes, no?”
“More like you want to eat her. That's what he means,” Fabio said. “To be honest, I see it too, Capo. It's kinda confusing.” I chuckle.
“I do want to eat her, Fabio, if you get my meaning, and I will soon,” they both chuckle, and I smirk. Luca shakes his head.
“I doubt that girl will let you anywhere near her, not after what you did to that stronzo, Antonio.”
“Hey, I could be very convincing, and if she knew about...”
“If she knew what I suspected you're about to say,” Luca cut in. “She will gut you in your sleep.”
“She might try,” I conceded with a grin. She's a ferocious thing. My little tigress, just the thought of my cock in her tight pussy had my balls drawing tight.
I haven't been thinking straight since that night, I'd bailed instantly after our second round of fucking, but I did go back to the room after she'd left.
“On a serious note, Enzo, do you hate or love her?” Luca asked, his eyes serious. I don't know if it was his conscience speaking or something else ,but I don't like answering to anyone about what's between Sancia and me
Love? My brows pulled together. I don't know that feeling; maybe a long time ago, I did love my madre, and I love my Nonna very much. But I can't remember the feeling.
So I can't say that I know anything about love, but I know hate. I hated my Nonno until his dying breath, and I still do, and I know obsession. Sancia is my latest.
“Are you marrying her for love or to screw with her father? Or is it because of what we saw? These are questions you should ask yourself ,Enzo. Because I see you going down a path that might destroy any chance you might ever have with her in the future.” Luca was damn serious about these, which made me chuckle.
He doesn't know what I do about that little liar. Even after what he saw, he thinks of her as the rest of them do. Young and innocent, not that she's not all that, but there's much more to her than he knew.
I can't blame him for that, can I? I can't tell him that the slip of a girl he saw was more than meets the eye. He knows a little of what she's capable of, but didn't understand the magnitude or significance of the videos we saw.
Do I hate Sancia Vincenzo? Maybe, I don't know. Do I love her? No. Am I obsessed with her? Fuck yes. Am I eager to fuck her again? Yes! Abso-fucking-lutely.
I will have to be dead or impotent to not want her, and the knowledge that we're going to consummate our marriage later tonight has my cock twitching even now in excitement.
Love has nothing to do with it. I have fuck several women and I didn't feel a single thing for any of them. The strong desire I have for her has something to do with the challenge it came with. Knowing she's not like the whores and other women I've slept with, who are only too eager to please me.
Sancia is not an easy prey. She would make me work for it, and to me, that's the best part of foreplay. I imagine her golden eyes sparking with flames; I imagine her small mouth spewing venom even as her lush thighs parted to receive me, and she will receive me; I could make her body melt as it never did for anyone.
I know how to make her scream for me,.I know her body better than even she does. I know her every sweet spot and pressure point. I know the right place to suck and bite to drive wild. I also know how she likes it: hard, deep, and slow. And there are more things I could teach her.
She thought she got one over on me. But she has no idea who she's dealing with. Sancia might hate me; she might loathe the very air I breathe in.
But tonight, she will welcome me inside her body; that's when I will show her that she might hate me, but I can play her body like a fine-toned guitar.
I will make her sing for me; I will make her come harder than she'd ever come before and fill her with my cum. I will teach that stubborn woman what I will allow no one else to teach her.
I grin, but then, as Luca has pointed out, I might not be so lucky; if I know anything about Sancia, it's that she always has something up her sleeve
“I don't know what love is, Luca, you know that. And to answer your question, I'm not marrying Sancia to screw with her father, though I've thought about it, and it gives me immense satisfaction to take her away from him. I don't plan on using her against him. Hope that answers your questions.” I held his eyes as I said all this.
“Just to be clear, Luca. You do know that you don't have to love someone to fuck them, right? Or are you telling me you're in love with those whores you've fuck?” I arched my brow.
I was messing with him,.I doubt he knows shit about love, which makes me wonder where all this is coming from.
“Besides, who gets married because they are in love?”
“Believe me, in normal society, people who are in relationships do,” Luca replied, face blank. Fabio and I burst into chuckles; he shakes his head at us as though we are hopeless.
“The only people who get married are the ones who want to have children, except in our Capo’s case, of course. Everyone knows marriage is where love goes to die; that's why I'm not getting married until I'm sixty,” Fabio said, grinning. I shake my head.
“Stupido, you might not be able to get it up at sixty, what will you do then?” Luca said, smacking the back of Fabio’s head. Which has us chuckling. Fabio shrugged as though he was thinking about it.
“In that case, I won't marry until I'm Forty-five or fifty, plenty of time to have fun and fuck all the beautiful women I want,” it's at times like this that I realize how young Fabio is.
He's the same age as Sancia, and despite how I hate to admit it, like Luca, I have a soft spot for him. They are the brothers I never had.
“Hear that?” I said arching a brow at Luca.
“Listen to him, and you might learn something; maybe you can even learn how to have fun; miracles do happen.” Fabio and I chuckled. I patted Lucas's shoulder as I made my way out of my room; they followed on my heels.
What I told Luca was the truth, I have no interest in using Sancia against her father. Despite the claim that we're both equal in this alliance, we all know that is a lie. In an alliance like ours, one party must have the upper hand over the other to get maximum benefit.
For that, I don't need his daughter. Because I have that advantage, he needs me more than I need him. I can't say that there's no reason why I chose her because there is, but my obsession with her didn't start because I found out her dark secret.
It began years ago when I first laid my eyes on her. It was unfortunate for her that I found her again.
I am a collector of unique things, and in her, I saw something intriguing, something no one saw in her.
Sancia's hatred of me only fascinates me more, and because I am the type of asshole who desires things that are impossible to have, I find myself wanting her even more the harder she fights me.
It gets my blood excited when she explodes at me, her golden eyes sparking with flame. It gets me so hard; I know I'm a sick fucker, but I don't care, I am no saint. I'm the villain in her love story, only this villain will be victorious.
I knew it would make her defeat and my victory sweeter when I finally tamed her. When I finally trained her body to love everything I do. When I show her the dark could be beautiful too.
The walk from my room to the hall downstairs where we will be wed took less than five minutes. My soldiers were all over the place together with Vincenzo's soldiers.
They all nodded with fear, respect, and hatred; the latter was from Vincenzo soldiers, but there was nothing they could do to me unless they wanted a bloody wedding because there was absolutely nothing that would stop me from getting married to Sancia today.
The hall was full with made men and their women. Low whispers suddenly started in the otherwise quiet hall as I made my way to the altar. Fabio and Luca flagged me. They are my two groomsmen, with Luca acting as my best man.
I glanced at where Sancia’s family were seated. I nodded at her mother; she smiled back, though it was strained.
“She's scared of you,” Fabio whispered.
“They all are. Look at their eyes; it's like they expect you to snap and take out your sword,” Luca said, chuckling.
“Ah, so it was the sword they were scared of. Maybe I should take the mic and tell them I didn't bring it today.”
“I don't think that's it; I think they could sense the crazy fucker inside; fear is instinctual,” he adds.
“You make me sound like the fucking devil.” he chuckles.
“Well, aren't you?” he said with a smirk.
“Pot, kettle black.” Luca might look more controlled and the voice of reason but he was no killer than I was. He's as twisted as me. But what he says is true, though; they should fear me. At least then they will think twice before crossing me.
I ran my eyes over the crowd meeting every asshole's eyes who dared to look me in the eye. I want them to see, to know that I wouldn't hesitate to bathe in their blood right here, right now, if any of them make any stupid move.
Most quickly glanced away but the brave ones stared back and held my gaze before looking away. Those I feel a twinge of respect for because they show they are real men. I stared straight ahead, waiting for her. Wondering if she would come or if I had to hunt her down.
And then there she was, resplendent, just like the first time I had seen her. I was transfixed every one of my senses heightened and focused on her. Her steps falter, eyes wide with fear stare at me.
I could see her brain whirring, and I knew what she was considering at that moment. My heart pounded with excitement, I wanted her to do it.
Run so I can hunt her down, chase her like the prey she is. I grinned, daring her; her eyes flared with hate, and she glanced away and said something to her father.
They both started walking towards me, as the piano music crested higher the closer she got until she stood before me, gorgeous, pure, and innocent. Even knowing the darkness inside, she still looked like an angel.
And I wanted so badly to ruffle her up, stain and corrupt her; I imagine her on her knees, my cock stretching her plump lips; I imagine her under me, fighting and begging me for only what I could give.
Blood rushed straight to my cock making me embarrassingly hard. I grinned and lifted off her veil. Golden eyes glared at me with fear, anger, and hate.