We Found You A Wife

"Good luck," Matteo said, grinning. I ignored him and entered. I hated the fact that I had to come running at the first call. He was the only person who gave me orders, and he fucking enjoyed it. He sat at the table with an arrogant smile that pissed me off the most.

"You called me, father," I said, trying not to show it. His smile grew even wider.

"We found you a wife, Luka. I raised an eyebrow. I knew that he and representatives of Chicago had been discussing a possible alliance for several months, but my father never shared much information. He liked to have power over me.

"From the Chicago Syndicate?"

"Of course," he said, tapping his finger on the table and looking at me. He wanted me to ask him who she was, wanted me to pry it out of him to make me uncomfortable. Because of him. I put my hands in my pockets, meeting his gaze directly.

His expression darkened.

"She is the most beautiful woman the Syndicate has to offer. Dazzlingly good. Golden hair, blue eyes, fair skin. An angel who descended from heaven to earth," as told to Fiora. I've fucked enough beautiful women. Just last night I had Grace on every surface in her room. Does he really think I'll be blown away that he found me a nice little wife? If it were up to me, I would not get married in the near future.

"I hope you enjoy breaking off her wings," added his father. I was waiting for a "but". My father looked too pleased with himself as if he was holding onto something he knew I would hate.

"Maybe you've even heard of her. This is Aria Scuderi. She is the daughter of Consiglieri, and just a few months ago she turned fifteen years old."

I didn't hide my shock quickly enough. Fifteen? Is he fucking teasing?

"I thought you wanted me to get married as soon as possible," I said carefully.

My father leaned back, his eyes searching for a glimmer of weakness.

"They are ready. We are all ready."

"I'm not marrying a fucking kid," I growled, ending this courtesy game. I was fed up with his games.

"You will marry her and fuck her, Luka."

I exhaled before I said or did something I regret. "Do you really think our people will look at me if I act like a fucking paedophile?"

"Don't be ridiculous. They look at you because they are afraid. And Aria is not that young. She's old enough to spread her legs and you can fuck her."

It wasn't the first time I had come close to putting a bullet in his head. He was my father, but he was also a twisted bastard that I hated more than anything else in the world.

"And what does the girl herself say about this plan?"

A laugh escaped the father.

"And she doesn't know anything yet, and it doesn't look like her feelings mean anything. She will do what she is told, and so will you."

"Is her father out of his mind to give her to me at that age?"

"He's all right in the head."

What kind of bastard is Scuderi? I saw how much my father enjoyed my rage.

"But Dante Cavallaro rejected the idea and suggested postponing the wedding." I nodded. Well, at least someone has fucking brains.

"Of course, we haven't decided what to do yet. I will let you know when the decision is made. I'll be in the dining room in fifteen minutes. Tell Nina I want a five-minute boiled egg. And not a second longer."

I left, knowing that I had been sent that way. Matteo was leaning against the wall opposite his father's office. I walked towards him, trying to contain the rage seething in my body. I wanted to kill someone, preferably our father. I headed straight for the bar area in the living room.

"And what did our fucking dad come up with this time?" Matteo asked, walking beside me.

I looked at him. "He wants me to marry the fucking child."

"What the hell are you talking about? I thought he was going to try to set you up with the prettiest woman in the fucking Syndicate," Matteo said teasingly.

"They must have run out of charms if they want to marry me to Aria Scuderi, who is fucking fifteen years old." Matteo whistled.

"Damn it. Have they lost their fucking sanity? For what sins did the poor girl deserves such a fate?"

I wasn't in the mood for his jokes. I wanted to hit something—hard. "She is Consiglieri's eldest daughter and looks like an angel descended from heaven, according to Fiora Cavallaro."

"And they pass her off as the devil." A union made in hell.

"You're starting to get on my nerves, Matteo." I reached into the bar and grabbed the most expensive bottle of whiskey my father had saved for a special occasion. I brought it to my mouth and took a sip.

Matteo snatched the bottle from my hands and tilted it towards him, taking a decent sip of the amber liquid before handing it back to me. For a while, we passed it on to each other, until Matteo finally spoke.

"Are you really going to marry this girl? I mean, "I'm always in favour of weird moves, but damn, fifteen years is too incomprehensible even for me."

"Her bastard father is ready to give her to me even tomorrow. This goat doesn't seem to give a shit."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I told my father that I would not marry a child."

"And he told you to enter into this alliance, doing what your Kapo ordered."

"He doesn't understand why a girl has to grow up before she gets married. After all, all she has to do is spread her legs." Matteo narrowed his eyes in an extremely annoying way, the way he did every time he tried to understand something.