Chapter 2

Virago

(n.) A woman who demonstrates exemplary and heroic qualities.

Willows POV

“Uh yes. Willow my dear, you are getting married tomorrow.”

“What?” I asked as I felt like my ears heard wrong. I looked at Kimberly and she grinned at me.

“Yes. These are your guards, I think. They are here to take you to your new home,” he said, and I looked at the men. I rolled my eyes with a shake of my head.

“What if I don't wanna?” I ask and saw one of the men place one hand behind his back. So, that means they are willing to get rough if I don't obey. I sighed and walked to my bedroom, two of them were following me. I could delay the stupid wedding anyway. I packed my favorite clothes and the ones my dad bought me. I also took the gun he used to own. It was an old Daewoo K5. I kind of loved the gun because it was small, and it could fit in any bag I own. It is about 9×19mm.

“Are you done?” a man who looked bulkier and less cute asked. He looked to be between thirty-five and forty.

“Yeah,” I said, and he nodded his head before taking my bag from me. I sighed but walked after him anyway, Kimberly and her so-called family were sitting there and smiling at me like the lovely family they are. Note the sarcasm.

“Oh, dear sister. It's so painful to watch you go away,” Kimberly said putting her head in her hands and starting to fake sob.

“Keep your stupid drama to yourself. You are already bad at faking your damn tears so imagine that sob. It's taking a toll on you so don't do it. Besides, I have watched more drama for today,” I said and walked out of the house. I walked to my car and one of the guards stopped me.

“Ms. Salvatori!” he shouted out and I turned to him. He walked toward me, and I rolled my eyes as he walked like he owned my time.

Ms. Salvatori my ass.

“Would you hurry up?” I asked harshly and turned to my car.

“I am walking fast, can't you see?” he asked slamming my door shut when I tried to open it.

“And you are hurting my car,” I said taking a step toward him. He didn't have fear like a true mafia man, and so did I.

“You will be riding with Marco,” he stated, and I scoffed staring into his eyes.

“Over my dead body,” I hissed, and he shrugged before pulling his gun out. Now I wish my gun was on me and not in the bag. Why are you so stupid Willow?

“That can be arranged,” he said and removed the safety. I stared at his fingers before I looked back into his eyes. I could take him down if I wanted.

“Arrange it then,” I said with a smirk and his eyes went wide.

“The Don will kill you, bro. Let her ride her car, there is no problem in that,” the petit man said to the one holding the gun and my smirk grew.

“Fine,” he said and walked away.

“I'm climbing with you,” the petit man said and went to the passenger side. I looked at the bossy one and he looked back at me. He was trying to see if I would agree or disagree so that he would drag me and throw me in the trunk. Probably. I sighed and got inside my car.

“I'm Mark,” the man in my car said and I smiled at him before following the black SUV in front of us. It was driving so slowly, and I had homework to write.

“Where are we going?” I asked and Mark raised his head from his phone.

“920 Edgemont Ave,” he answered before looking back at his phone. I sighed and put the address on my GPS. I started increasing my speed. I saw Mark hold on to his seatbelt while the other SUVs raced after us. I used to street race but that was years back. I stopped in front of huge gates. They opened and my jaw dropped at the sight in front of me. It was a huge mansion aka a mini castle. A small pond on the far corner and a waterfall were seen further behind the house.

I hopped out of the car after parking it next to a black Ferrari. Damn the owner has a taste. I waited for Mark as he tried catching his breath.

“You... you will kill us one day,” he said, and I rolled my eyes shaking my head. He led me inside and we were greeted by the smell of cigarettes and sex on the air. Not forgetting alcohol. There were half-naked men everywhere and girls were walking around with only panties and bras on.

“Let me take you to the boss,” Mark said and led me to the stairs. The house was huge and would look beautiful if there weren't almost naked people all over. He led me to other stairs that led to the third floor. He stopped in front of a huge red door. He knocked and we heard a faint come in. We walked inside and I was greeted by a new smell. It smelt lovely in here, like lavender but I could be wrong. Portraits were covering almost the entire walls.

“Marco,” a male voice said, and I looked towards it. The chair was facing away from us so I couldn't see him.

“Yes, Don?” Mark said with a shaky voice and was ready to piss his pants according to the look on his face.

“Did I you bring her?” Boss asked and Mark sent me apologizing eyes.

“Yes boss,” Mark said, and I shook my head crossing my arms over my chest.

“Leave us,” the boss said, and Mark squeezed my shoulder before leaving.

”Are you finally gonna show me your face?” I asked and heard him chuckle, but it only lasted for less than five seconds.

“Why should I?” He challenged and I scoffed.

“I'm not marrying an unknown,” I stated, and he chuckled again but still didn't turn the chair.

“You are. Whether you like it or not,” he said, and I rolled my eyes. He was right in some way.

“Fair enough. Turn around,” I ordered and heard him sigh.

“You won't boss me around young lady,” he said, and I rolled my eyes and went to sit on the chair opposite to his. There was a knock on the door and that's when he turned around. He had a tattoo on the front part of his neck and the other ones on both sides of his head. The tattoos seemed to run through his shirt, I saw some on top of his hands too. His eyes were a blue-grey color. His jaw was sharp. His lips were cutely pink and thin.

“Come in!” He said and the door opened. I looked over my shoulder to find the man who almost shot me. He was pulling my bag with him.

“I brought her bag boss. It's all clear,” he said, and the boss nodded his head dismissing him. He left and I walked to my bag. There was a secret zipper between the wheels which is where I kept my gun. I opened the zipper to feel my gun and when I did, I sighed in relief.

“My name is Sean Bernardo. Care to introduce yourself, wife?” He said with a smirk, and I smirked back but mine was eviler. I walked back to the chair.

“Willow,” I laid my head back on the chair and he chuckled. He had dimples so my eyes went to his cheeks.

“Do you have a last name, Willow?” he asked, and my eyes snapped to his.

“Wouldn't it be Bernardo?”

“Not yet.”

I smiled and he gave me a smirk again, this time he looked amused, “Willow Giovanna,” I finally said and he raised his eyebrows as if urging me to continue but I didn't.

“I thought I was getting married to Willow Salvatori?” He asked and it was my turn to raise an eyebrow.

Again, Willow Salvatori my ass.

“Wanna know a secret?” I whispered and he nodded. I leaned in close to him as if to share a huge secret.

“She is dead.”