Meeting You

"I think you know why I called you here." My dad said as I walked into his office.

"Nope, I have no idea why you called me here father." I said.

"Well, as you know you're twenty-four and the worlds most powerful and feared Mafia leader, and you're still not married yet. I want you to get married as soon as possible and give me an heir, so that you can continue our family's name." My dad explained.

"I told you this every time you mention it, I don't want to get married!" I shouted get tired of hearing this from him.

"You have to, and you will do as I say, because I am your father!" He shouted, slamming his fists on his table, making me slightly flinch.

"Of course, father. Now may I leave?" I asked, trying to calm down as best as I can, because an angry dad means doom.

"Yes, you can, but I want you to bring me a girl to marry in less than a week." He said, as I walked out.

As you can see, I have to listen to my father, whether I like it or not, even though I want nothing to do with marriage, because marriage in my eyes is just a waste of time, like how do you swear your love to your partner by a few vows on your wedding day. On top of that, I don't believe in love either, and that's because I have my father to blame for that, he always treated me and my mother horribly, he would force me to train until I would feel like I'm about to collapse. To him men would never stop fighting and training, that men are not as weak as women are, to which I don't agree with. Maybe that's why mum left his poor ass, she couldn't put up with his bs anymore, so she left me with that mf, which I'll never forgive her for, because he treated me like crap all my life.

I was on my way to my office when one of my men came to me.

"What is it?" I asked him, frustrated with all the crap that has happened today.

"We got him." He said, with a stern face.

"What? By damn time!" I shouted, making my way to the basement. I turned on the light and saw an old man in his mid-fifties tied to a chair, and may I add, drunk as hell.

"Wake up, asshole!" I shouted, slapping him across his face.

"Where the hell am I?" He asked, half drunk.

"Where's the five thousand you owe me!" I shouted, making him flinch from my sharp tone.

"I um, give me sometime and I'll get, I swear." He said.

"Why should I trust you? You told me that twice already, so why should I trust you now? I should just kill you!" I said pulling my gun out.

"Wait, wait!" He shouted.

"I'm sorry, are you begging now?" I said with a smirk growing across my face.

"Yes, I'll give you anything you, just don't kill me! Please!" He begged.

"And what could you possibly have to give me?" I asked with my gun still pressed against his forehead.

"Boss, he has a daughter around your age, what if you pay him for her to marry you?" One of my men suggested.

"Oh, you have a daughter?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, not that I care or anything." He said rolling his eyes.

"What?" I asked not sure of what he said.

"Nothing, I'll give my daughter for fifty thousand." He said.

"Deal!" I said.

"Now let me go!" He demanded.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me!" I said and punched him. "Untie him and let him go. I want your daughter here tomorrow!"

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I woke up from the bright light coming out of my window, I groaned at the new day that I just woke up to. I got out of bed and headed to my bathroom. I washed my face, from my fresh bruises. I cleaned the cuts on my wrists and go into the shower. As I felt the warm water on my tensed muscles, I sort of calmed down. I took a deep breath in and excepted the fact that I woken up to a new day. What is the point of my life anymore? I mean my mother died when I was only three, which lead my dad to drinking and doing drugs. He started abusing me at the age of five, I fell into depression at the age of fourteen, and I started cutting myself and now I'm twenty-one and never stopped since. My dad still comes home drunk and when I want to help him, he just hits me and blames me for whatever happened to him and mum, I have to work two jobs because dad won't work, so I have to pay the bills myself. I honestly don't know why I haven't moved out of here yet. Could be I'm too kind for my own good, and it would hurt me to leave him here all alone to fend for himself. Sometimes being too kind can turn into a weakness.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me. I quickly changed and headed downstairs to find my dad bruised on the couch.

"Omg, dad, what happened?" I asked worriedly.

I ran up to him to try and get him off the couch so that I could heal his wounds, but when I helped him up, he grabbed my wrist which made me wince in pain, because of my cuts and he dragged me out of the house.

"W-wait, where are we going?" I asked. I tried to get out of his grasp, but he was holding on too tight.

"No questions, now come on!" He shouted not looking back at me.

"Can you please at least let go of my wrists, you're hurting me?" I pleaded.

"Deal with it!" He shouted. In ten minutes we made it to a huge mansion.

"Where are we?" I asked hoping to get an answer this time. He just ignored me and rang the doorbell. A tall man, with blonde hair and hazel eyes opened the door.

"Come on in, and follow me, they're already waiting for you inside." He said as we followed him inside.

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I was waiting for this girl to arrive in my dad's office; it was only my dad and I in here. I honestly had no idea of my name, what she looked like or if she was a witch. I had my back to the door when it suddenly swung open.

"Boss, she's here!" Alessandro said standing by the door.

I turned around to see the man holding his daughter's wrists. She looked so fragile; she had bruises on her face for some reason. She had long black wavy hair that fell on her shoulders; and beautiful emerald green eyes, she wore a white tank top with a grey pull over and denim shorts. I must say I wasn't expecting her to look this beautiful.

"Dad, where are we?" The girl asked with fear in her eyes.

"Shut up will you!" Her father shouted. Why does he treat her that way? It kind of reminded me of how my father treated me when I was younger.

"Come with me miss." I said grabbing her by her arm.

"Wait, where am I? And who are you?" She asked with terror in her eyes.

"Calm down, I'm not gonna hurt you, I just want to talk to you." I replied as I led her to my room, I closed the door behind us and let go of her hand.

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Who is this guy? And what does he want from me? He looked extremely good-looking though. He had black curly hair and ocean blue eyes that you could get lost in all the time. He wore a black button-up shirt with white jeans. He had tattoos all over his arms. He looked dark and mysterious, like he doesn't care what people think of him.

"What do you want?" I asked looking for an answer.

"My name is Stefano Romano, you probably know me, I'm the most feared and powerful mafia leader in all mafia kingdoms. Now your turn, introduce yourself." He said.

"I um, I don't know who you are, and why should I tell you about myself? I don't even know you, so why should I trust you?" I asked afraid of what he might answer with.

"Listen girl, I'm trying my best to act nice towards you, because I'm usually a prick towards others. So, speak!" He shouted.

He started walking towards me, I tried walking backwards but my back slammed against the door. And his hands slammed against the door, with our faces only inches apart.

"P-personal space." I said pushing him away.

"My name is Maia Avril, I'm from France and I'm twenty-one. I moved to Italy with my father when my mother died when I was three." I said.

"See, was that so hard?" He asked crossing his arms against his chest.

"No, I uh, I just want to know why I'm here." I said.

"You're here, because we are getting married." He said.

"What!?" I shouted in disbelief.

"What?" He asked confused.

"I will not marry you!" I shouted.

"Why?"

I couldn't tell him because I don't believe in love, because my father broke me so many times that made me not believe in love anymore, because love doesn't exists in this cruel world, at least not for me.

"Listen, I don't want to marry you either, but I need to because I need an heir or else our family's name ends with me." He said.

"An heir? I have to give you a baby?" I yelled.

"Yes, you do. Now you'll be sleeping in here with me because if we're going to get married, we have to get use to each other. My men will move your stuff in here. And let me make it clear to you, you are not to leave without my permission! Understand?" He shouted.

"Y-yes." I stuttered as he left the room.

I have to marry this guy and give him a baby? I just met him, and I can barely take car of myself, I'm still dealing with depression and self-harm, and now I find out I have to marry a mafia boss!? Can my life get any worse!? This is all his fault; this is all my father's fault. He's the one that made my life a living hell.

I ran out of the room, even though I was told not to, I ran back the way I came from, to see my dad about to leave. Stefano was here, along with the blonde hair guy who let us in, and the other man from the office.

"You monster!" I shouted. Everyone turned to look at me.

"I thought I told you to stay in my room." Stefano said.

"I hate you!" I shouted running up to my dad with tears in my eyes.

"Oh, don't hate me, hate yourself, you're the reason your mother died, you're the reason I stole from this guy and you're also the reason he was going to kill me. So, blame everything that happened to you, on yourself!" He shouted.

"Blame myself? BLAME MYSELF? So, I'm supposed to blame myself for you coming home drunk every night, for every bruise you gave me, for the two jobs I had to work because your drunk ass couldn't get up and go get a job. AM I?" I shouted. Everyone was shocked to what I just admitted to.

"Shut up, you skank!" He yelled and slapped hard me across the face.

When he slapped me, I saw a tall figure standing in front of me, and he punched my dad in the face. It was Stefano.

"Stefano!" A man shouted.

"LEAVE! Or I put a bullet between your damn eyes!" He shouted. My dad stayed silent before he ran out the door.

"Are you ok?" Stefano asked me.

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