His Mafia Bride

ALINA Silence hung in the air. It was heavy, deadly and suffocating.

I sometimes had to remind myself to breathe as we drove.

My heart beat was so erratic that I literally felt it could pop right out of my chest any moment

I took multiple glances at Dante’s sharp profile as he sat away from me. He was brooding with raw, bloody anger. I could feel and see it.

He was murderous.

His lips were pulled to a scowl and his brows were wrinkled coupled with his fists clenched.

Oh God! I wailed within me.

In the boot laid a half dead and thoroughly beaten up Theodore.

He would die soon if he wasn’t given adequate and instant medical care.

And likely so would I because Dante was breathing hail and brimstones.

He was quiet through out the ride. Not a single word did he utter to me and it wasn’t a good sign.

I was expecting him to lash out at me but he kept mute.

How could I watch him kill a young promising man like Theodore all because he thinks he is trying to snatch me from him?

Where did this sudden possessiveness spring up from anyways?

Was I his to begin with?

My identity as his wife was just the only thing Dante had.

But my soul, body, heart and love–he would never have it.

This man was so murderous and callous.

He didn’t care who he hurt as long as he got his way.

Now hurting poor innocent Theodore was the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

I’ll always despise him for this.

No matter how much I tried to explain myself, Dante would never understand it.

My heart was already swimming in my stomach at this moment.

Dante’s silence indicated one thing to me– I was definitely in a lot of trouble. I could only imagine what he would do to me once we arrived home.

The sudden halt of the limousine got my breathing clogged. We were home. My heart was seriously palpitating.

Dante got down before me and strode towards the doors of the mansion.

I immediately walked behind him. I had to explain myself atleast for the sake of Theodore.

I didn’t want Theodore dead.

I needed to save him.

I was so doused in fear. A million thoughts rushed to my mind on what Dante would do to me the minute we were alone.

I was truly as good as dead.

Immedately I stepped my feet inside the mansion, Dante slammed the door shut giving me a fright and making me shudder in fear.

“Dante please do not kill..”I slowly began but in an instant he held on to my wrist and dragged me upstairs like I weighed no more than an A4 paper.

“Dante please hear me out. Theodore is innocent.. ouch”I squeaked, trying to writhe my arm free from his formidable iron grip.

He didn’t say anything which got me more filled with fear. The boldness I had when I do stand up against him had totally vanished into thin air like it was never there.

Now I was as timid as a rabbit.

God please help me.

Dante roughly pushed me into my bedroom and slammed the door shut once more. The sound almost made me jump out of my skin and I flinched. I watched him lock the door and I gulped.

My heart was already shredded into pieces at this moment. He just locked the door, what was he planning on doing to me?

He turned to face me, taking dangerous slow steps towards me.

His emerald eyes glimmered in the dark, staring codly at me.

An awful silence took over the atmosphere once again. I could only hear the loud thumping of my heart which was ringing in my ears.

The more Dante advanced towards me, the more I moved backwards till I had hit my back against the closed windows of our bedroom.

There was no avoiding this. I straightened myself and gulped once more. “Look Dante please just hear me out. Punish me for my sins…”

“How dare you Alina?” His gravelly voice cut me short immediately.

Like a predator who wanted to devour its prey, Dante closed the distance between us, his smouldering gaze on me. “How dare you go against my word? Didn’t I specifically warn you that I want you to stay clear off Theodore?”

I was lost for words. I truly didn’t know how to reply him.

“Answer me!”He demanded sharply which made me shudder once more.

“You did and I did comply with your orders but..” I attempted to speak but was quickly shunned by Dante.

“But what!? I was clear on that but you purposely disobeyed me like always, proving how amorous you are. Now there’s no going back on what I am to do to that fucking bastard!”

In a flick, my facial expression changed to one of anger and I stared at Dante in disbelief.

Really? Me amorous?

“Dante really? Really? I’m the amorous one here?” I asked in a pained chuckle.

“Yes you are. Lying filthy whore!” Dante seethed in exasperation.

“Dante I walked in on you kissing a brunette. Have you forgotten or do I need to remind you? I caught you so passionately kissing her and romancing her! You were so into her that you didn’t even notice my arrival yet I am the amorous one here?!” I had hit the roof and there was no holding back on the built up anger and resentment I had been suppressing.

“I own you. You don’t own me. I can fucking do whatever I want!” He retaliated back.

“Oh really!? You can go about kissing and fucking different women, the blonde, the brunette, the red haired, the thick, slim, chubby and all! Yet you want to kill the one genuine friend I have!” I yelled, matching his tone with my already vexed tone.

“Fucking yes Alina! Call it whatever you want. I don’t give a fuck about how you see this!”

My chest heaved repeatedly with anger and I stared at him dumbfounded.

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I caught him red handed with another woman and he acted like he didn’t even do anything wrong and yet he wanted to kill poor Theodore for no fucking reason.

“You know what I’ve come to realise about you?”

I smiled and pressed my lips into a thin line.

“You are an insecure dick. You put up a cold wall of callousness but deep down you are nothing but a cowardly insecure dick. If you weren’t so insecure, you would not be standing her, frothing like a beast and wanting to kill an innocent man for doing absolutely nothing to you!” I spat vulgar words at him, adverting my gaze from him.

“Look at me!” He demanded sharply, forcefully dragging my face to gaze at him with his fingers deeply squeezing my chin. I sucked in my breath and my eyes grew teary at his rough demeanour on my body.

“My precious doe. You are mine. You will always have my mark on your body and no other man’s. Have I made myself clear?”

“Are you being serious right now Dante?” I prod with quizzical brows.

Dante leaned in closer, our lips now just inches away from meeting.

“I am damn serious. Call it whatever you want but you are mine. No other man will have his mark on you. Just me. You are mine to tear apart, break, shatter and touch. And if you dare go against my orders again, I’ll kill you and the pig of a man you choose to gallavant with” Dante whispered, his breath caressing my lips.

“Now I so much wished my dad sent me here to actually kill you because believe me, you would have been a dead man by now. I hate you Dante Morelli” I cursed with my voice hoarse.

“Like I said on the day of our wedding, the feeling is mutual. This is just the beginning. I assure you” Dante jeered before pushing me to the bed and walking out, roughly slamming the door as he left.

I buried my head in my pillow, crying so bitterly.

Nothing was going right.

Everything was going wrong and falling apart.

Everything.

Dante had truly lived up to his word of making my life miserable.