Chapter 4: Mafia Man

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Chapter 4: Mafia Man

Gabriel's POV

As soon as I entered the room I could tell she was going to be trouble.

All my men in my mafia report back to me when something goes wrong, so I have heard she has quite the fiery and feisty personality.

My men brought her to the interrogation room and well tied her to the chair as she "couldn't be trusted."

I head to the other side of the room where I sat down on the chair opposite to her so I could face and see her directly.

But I couldn't help but stare at her beauty

she looked so innocent and angelic which was refreshing to see as my world you never see girls like her ever, the only girls you see in the mafia world are whores and sluts that throw themselves at you not knowing what they are signing up to                                              although I couldn't help but notice all her bruises and scars  all over her petite frame that I hoped my men had nothing to do with. 

She had these blue and green eyes that stared back at me with determination as well as this ink black hair that perfectly fell over her shoulders capturing her beautiful face and her light freckles looked as if someone had perfectly sprinkled them on her small face. 

But I also couldn't help but shake this feeling of how clueless she looked and that she had no idea what her had happened to her

You see, a few months ago I got a call from my father saying he has found a girl perfect for a mafia wife. To fully take over the mafia and be the capo I had to be married, so my father made a deal with a sketchy man that said that he told her about it and she was on board with this idea.

My father paid this man 1million  to have this girl and well now was the day I need her for me to become the capo of my mafia. We have came all the way from Palermo in Sicily to take her home and attend to some more potential business partners meetings for  extending our mafia name more around the world starting with New Jersey.  

Harley's POV

I was waiting for him to tell me what's going on, when I hear him mumble something that I wish I never heard or asked to know

"Harley you see, your father has sold you to the Sicily Mafia"

"he did what" I screamed back, all I could see was red

"Your father sold you to become my wife, and you see we thought you knew about it, but I guess not"

"Why would I know about this, it's not like he cares about me"

"Why do you say that" he answered calmly

"Never mind" I whisper under my breath

I just can't believe my father hated me this much to sell me into a fucking mafia

"When am I being forced to marry you" I say sarcastically not thinking he was going to answer but he responds to me

"Well you seem very excited so I thought tomorrow" he coldly chuckles after

I was shocked that he wanted us to be married so soon.

I needed to get out of here fast. I started to think of all the possible ways I could escape from this basement looking cellar.

I scan the room and see that the door is closed and locked so I have nothing to use to my advantage to escape.

I look up at him as he stands up and walks towards me.

He went behind me where I couldn't see but I felt pressure release my hands from being tied up.

I quickly look towards him as he stares back at me as my hands were free.

He whispers in my ear "harls, you see there is a ball on tomorrow and I need you there to introduce you to all my allies, family, and other well known mafias. I need you to wear something nice and please don't mess with these people because they won't hesitate to kill you. You'll be fine if you stay with me the whole night and do not think for a second to try to escape as I have guards everywhere watching you. I'll have my men bring you too a well guarded room in my house and lock you in there so you don't try anything before the ball."

Before I had time to respond I felt two muscular hands grab me and force me toward the door.

When we got out of the room they grabbed a paper bag and shoved it over my head so I couldn't see.

After being dragged across cement floors for I while I feel my heels step onto grass and I felt the wind blow against my skin.

They then continued to drag be towards a road that I felt my heels scrape across on.

The muscular man pulled the paper bag off my head while shoving me into a black van. 

I didn't know where I was heading but right now I'm just glad to be alive.