Chapter 29 2/2

Chapter 29 2/2
29 2/2

"I'll start off with your brothers who are my guests in Italy. I will order my guy to start off breaking their fingers, Then, they will give them deep cuts, their blood will ooze out and they will be feeling only pain. They will be begging me to stop but I won't..." He was enjoying my suffering. don't make me hate you more, Luciano.

"Until you accept my offer," My hand began to shiver, I was losing the control over my emotions. I really underestimated his mafia skills.

He successfully made me weep. my brain failed to imagine what he just said to me. What a heartless bastard. I wished if he could feel my pain. He would, someday. "Otherwise, I'll be forced to inform your mother that her sons died in a car crash. Then, I'll send their bodies to her but not in one form, and you know what I mean by that,"

"You will not do anything like that to them," I roared with my jaw still trapped in his fingers. My tears couldn't wait anymore. How fucking dare he say something that to my face?

"Then agree to marry me next month," He whispered it like he issued my death sentence.

"No!" I cried and struggled against his hold.

"One last call or you will be hearing your brother's scream over the call," He murmured. My stomach dropped and I felt like numbing in a snap. How could he do this when his family portrayed him as the nice guy.

"Why are you doing this?" I burst into tears by now.

"Because I fucking want to do it and you can't refuse to give me what I want from you," He gritted in my ear

"And what exactly do you think you gonna get?" I lashed.

"You," He derided, wrapping his hand around my waist. "This. This is the reason you are forcing me to be like this," He added.

"For this illegitimate baby, you are willing to hurt people, this child has to abort, I'll not let him grow in me if you do anything to my brothers," I gritted back with all the lost courage I had.

He slammed his fist against the wall and the erupting sound nearly stopped my heart. "Don't you dare to call our child illegitimate. He is ours and he will come into this world with all the pride this fucking world has to offer," He slammed again, I whimpered a cry.

"It wasn't my choice to have a baby with you! You were the one who decided it for us," I kept lashing.

"Because I'm the man here, I'll decide whether when I want an heir and from whom," and he circled his neck like he would bite me like a vampire in a second. That shit intimidated me.

I shook my head despite the fear bottling in me, "No... this can't work like this, I can't give birth to a baby I didn't plan to make," I pushed my tears back in my head.

"Try going against me and I will fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk for weeks. You might get knocked with twins," He roared as he banged his forehead with mine, pain sewed through me.

"I'll not let you hurt me, you have already done enough," I would fight him, with everything that I had; even my own body and mind.

"Nor I want to go to that extent. Do not do anything that will make me force you into things you wouldn't like. I love you and I would like to remain loveable with you," His madness calmed down as he said.

I wanted to disappear. I wanted to vanish into the thin air before he could abuse me. Becoming his wife was not a child's play, he wasn't a normal guy who I used to fantasise about in my teenage, he was a fucking everything a bad guy could be. He tried to fool me like he fooled everything by being the kind guy. But I know being in the mafia can make you anything but kind.

"So, I ask you to compensate with me,"

"I won't..." A chill ran down my spine as I imagined walking on the aisle as his bride. The thought itself was giving me a minor heart attack. "I can't marry you. I can't do that, please," I felt too tired to fight him. I just wanted to fly away somewhere really far.

"You will," He clenched and his intense breath fanned on my lips. "You have no choice," I shook my head lightly and he sighed irritatedly, fetching out his phone and turning it to me. It was a recording of my brothers tied to chairs and two men were standing next to them with an axe and jigsaw. I internally screamed watching this but externally, I was unable to react.

"No," I shuddered. My breath raced, my heart pumped like it will burst any second.

"In ten seconds either you will lose both of them or they both can survive until you behave like a perfect wife for a year without hurting yourself and our baby," He said, the devilish glint in his eyes scaring me. I was a fool to underestimate him.

But also,

I could not give away my life to him just like that. I had plans; I wanted to complete my studies, apply for a police job and marry the same guy from my workplace with whom I would fall in love. But nothing of that sort happened in my life. In fact, the moment didn't have a chance to exist in reality.

This was the reality; I, caged in the hands of the underworld Italian mafia don. He wasn't anything like the man I hoped to marry. He was opposite to him and I would want my kids to be anything but brutal like him.

I could bear every pain but imagining a child with him.

I would never be able to love this child no matter what. He made me choose between my peace and my misery and today I was going to agree on signing my death warrant for my family. The numbness again clouded my brain. "Alright..." I had no choice left than to do it. For my family. For my brothers. I knew he had him under his hold for this day but I didn't see him blackmailing like that.

"I accept your offer. I'll be your wife for a year," I muffled.

The chuckle said it all. His breath was over the crook of my neck and there, he placed a hot kiss. "You should have listened to me earlier," He kissed me again and I shut my eyes tightly, preventing tears to leak out. "Welcome to the family, strawberry, I hope this year you will live your best of your life," From now on, my life was given to a monster, for a year.

I knew this year would change me into a person I never thought I had the courage to become.