CHAPTER 4

Jenine's Pov

 My eyes met with brown eyes and dark hair, this wasn't Gambino, but the man who was beside him the day he came to our house.

I stood there, embarrassment coating my whole being, but it couldn't amount to the one Papa felt at that moment.

Jamelle stood there smirking with a glint in her eyes

The man strutted into the church, all the attention was on him because of his intimidating aura but it was little in comparison to that of Gambino's.

“ Sorry to interrupt, I came here for the bride” he said smiling “ where is Mr Gambino?” Papa asked, trying to mask his nervousness.

“ He will not be able to make it, he will send over the signed documents to you.” He said to Papa.

“ Come here beautiful, don't just stand there and look pretty, let's go.” He said looking at me expectantly.

“ Oh..yes” I said,his aura was so intimidating, it was as though anyone involved with Gambino had that air of intimidation around them.

It was real, I was really going away to meet a man whom I knew nothing about. Papa couldn't even fake an ounce of care for me. He stood there stoned face as he watched me going away with the man.

When we got outside, there was a black car outside. I didn't know the brand of the car but it looked very expensive.

“ After you milady” the man said as he opened the door for me.

The interior of the car was majestic and screamed luxurious and wealth. It was luxurious with cream colored leather seats.

He started making a call and started speaking In Italian “ she's here” “ she looks beautiful as hell”.

I couldn't understand what he was saying so I rest My head on the window.

I suspected he was talking to Gambino, because I  heard curses behind the line and the voice sounded smooth and velvety.

I was trying so hard to contain my anger. I was so angry at him, that if the man had not ended the call I would have collected the phone from him, and told Gambino a piece of my mind.

What is the worst he could do? Strike me?

I was already used to it, that I felt numb anytime Papa laid his hands on me.

The man looked at me through the side mirror and smirked as though he knew what I was thinking about.

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When I woke up, I was inside a private jet, I knew what a jet looked like because there were times, where papa is invited for a ball

We usually use the private jet. I was only allowed to go once, because other people were asking Papa too much questions.

The interior of the private jet is a luxurious Oasis in the sky. I was enveloped in a world of comfort and elegance.

The smooth modern design of the jet, exudes sophistication and refinement.

The rich, dark wood accents and polished metal trim adds a touch of luxury, while subtle Ambient lighting creates a warm and inviting atmosphere.

I was uncomfortable, because I was still in the wedding gown. All the embarrassment flooded me again as I remembered how I stood there expecting the man to arrive.

The least he could do was show up and we could pretend we liked each other and not embarrass me In front of different families.

I was so engrossed, that I did not notice that the man was sitting in front of me, he was yet to tell me his name.

“ You're awake” he said looking up from his phone momentarily, “ fasten up your seatbelt, we will soon land in Italy” he said while typing furiously on his phone.

Italy, that was far from home but I was not shocked since Gambino was the Don of the Italian Mafia, obviously he stayed in Italy.

Everyone in Italy basically works for him, and everything here belongs to him because it was his domain 

So, I had nowhere to hide or run to.

When we got off the plane, the same brand of car that carried us from the church was here but in a different color White.

The area was secluded, so there were no prying eyes.

The drive to the house was very long, I rested my head on the window lost in thought.

We entered a driveway, a long one on a property that spans acres of land if not more, and if that's not a clear contradiction that I'm far away from home.

The driveway is littered with overgrown grasses and stone. I peeked over the monstrosity of a house, looming darkly against the Sky.

The house was shrouded with darkness but it looked immaculate and clean.

 

It was far too grand, it screams wealth and elegance.

It was an understatement to be considered a house, it was a fucking castle.

The inside of the house was magnificent, the ceilings were very high.

There were two chandeliers hanging from the ceilings, casting a warm glow over the room.

He led me up the large staircase. “ Gambino is not around, if he comes he will request for you.” He said while leading me through the halls.

Gambino was nowhere to be found despite leaving me stranded in the altar.

I was so naive to expect anything from him, he was not the Mafia Don for nothing.

“ This is your room,” he said, motioning to a large door. Inside the room, there was a large bed, the walls were papered Blue.

I did not have time to admire the room, as I fell on the soft bed and slept off.

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The sky was dark when I woke up, the room was dark , the only source of light was the moonlight shining through the windows.

I slept off in my wedding gown, I didn't have any clothes, because I wasn't allowed to bring any clothes.

Stella didn't allow me to take anything with me, saying they weren't mine.

I was thirsty, so I opened the door slowly to check if anyone was awake.

The house was silent, that means Gambino has not yet come back from wherever he went.

I found my way to the kitchen, opening the fridge when  someone pressed me to the wall and locked my hands to my back.