Chapter Six

Luca's POV 

It took all that I had for my mouth not to drop open in shock as I took in the woman that had just slapped me. 

My eyes turned red. I wrapped my hand around her throat, pinning her to the wall. “Who the fuck do you think you are Nazlynn?” I yelled out in rage. 

Her eyes quickly watered up as she clawed against my arm, begging for release. “In my world, no one even dares to look at me the wrong way. I am the most feared mafia leader so do not think I would hesitate to put a bullet in your head because we're to get married.”

“There are a million women like you that I wouldn't even notice if you were switched during the wedding. You're my wife, not my equal. Get that through your thick skull.” I growled out, pushing her away from me. 

Nazlynn staggered before regaining her balance some steps away from me. 

I had not wrapped my hand tightly against her skin so it wouldn't leave a mark but now, I could see her skin turning red from where my fingertips had pressed down on. 

“I hate you,” she whispered with a hoarse voice.

“I hate you so much,” she said again with her voice louder and firmer. 

“That's your problem, Nazlynn. Grab your things, we're leaving, and if you as much as breathe a word about our arrangement to anyone, you'll have more reasons to hate me.”

I turned out of the room without a second glance, ignoring the pang that I felt at the last expression on her face. 

“Dude, what the hell? Are you forcing her to marry you?” Mathias asked, popping out of nowhere the moment I came out of the room. “I don't think that's what Padre meant when he said you should get a wife.”

“I'll explain it to you some other time Mathias. I'm not in the mood right now. Speak to Mr Dan about him officiating the wedding, it's in five days. The only people present should be the ones in this house right now, it's a small gathering.”

“Luca…” 

I cut him off with glowering eyes to which he gave a firm nod in understanding.

***Nazlynn’s POV***

The room Luca had left me in was a pretty looking bedroom. It was smaller than the one he put me in back at his house but it looked more comfortable. I let out a loud sigh of relief when I found a conjoining bathroom with a mirror. 

I stared long and hard at my tear stained cheeks, like if I looked at them long enough, the tears would disappear. 

I washed my face in the bathroom sink and patted my cheeks dry, willing the tears in my eyes to go back. 

Luca was such a bastard. I can't believe he had tried to choke me.

A soft knock on the door cut me off my thoughts. “Nazlynn, are you in there? It's Jenna. Are you okay? Luca said you were feeling light-headed.”

I kissed my teeth, shaking my head in annoyance. How considerate of him to give an excuse for me.

“I'll be out in a second, thank you,” I called back out to her before plastering a fake smile on my face. 

“Hey, how are you feeling? We have some painkillers in the kitchen if you're having a headache,” Jenna said with concern laced in her voice. I flashed her a smile in appreciation. 

“Thank you Jenna, but I'm just gonna go home and get some rest,” I replied, holding in a gag when I called that prison cell my home. 

We walked back to the living room where the majority of them were. “Let's go Nazlynn,” I heard Luca say as he brushed past me without looking at me. 

“Congratulations on your wedding. I don't know why we haven't met until now but I'm glad you're coming into our large and messed up family because now we have all the time in the world to catch up,” she squealed. 

Her excitement made me crack a smile, a genuine one this time. 

“Thank you Jenna,” I said as I turned to leave. 

Luca was already seated in the car when I stepped out of the house. There goes my dream of marrying a romantic man who opens doors and pulls chairs out for me. 

He ignored me for the rest of the ride and the rest of the day. The next day, I didn't see him at breakfast or lunch and he completely ignored me at dinner. That's if we're not counting the order he gave before leaving the table. 

“Be ready at ten, you'll go to the bridal store to get a dress,” he said, leaving an air of irritation behind him.

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Just as Luca had said, I heard a knock on the door by 10 in the morning. I had put on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt to intentionally annoy Luca. He must be delusional if he thinks I'm going to let him have it easy. 

I opened the door with a cocky smile but the face at the door made my smile drop. 

“You're not Luca,” I deadpanned. I recognized him as one of the men who interrupted my attempt to escape, Gabriel. 

The man looked at me from my feet to my head before looking back at my face. “Good morning ma'am, Mr Alessandro instructed me to take you to the bridal store.” 

“Are you ready so we can leave?” He asked, glancing down at my sweatpants. I suddenly felt stupid in my outfit.

“Give me a minute and I'll be out,” I said, flashing him a wide smile before slamming the door at his face.

I quickly changed out of the sweatpants into a pair of snug jeans that made my ass look good. I wondered how they got clothes that were my perfect size. 

The ‘bridal store’ was not at all a store but a freaking wedding complex. It even has a freaking elevator that takes you to the floor you want to go to.

“Welcome ma'am, or should I say, Mrs Alessandro,” a lady with extremely bright lipstick greeted with a giggle. I shot her a dry look making her straighten up. “I'm Julia and I will be attending to you today.”

“This way please,” she said, leading us into a section of bridal dresses. 

I saw one that caught my eye on the way and I paused to run my fingers against the material. “Ma'am, this way,” Julia called out from ahead. I could detect irritation in her voice. 

“I'll be right back with some options for you. In the meantime, please have some refreshments.”

I clenched my jaw tightly. “Think of Enzo, Nazlynn, you only have to endure this until you get Enzo and leave this area,” I said to myself under my breath. 

Julia came back with a couple of extravagant looking dresses for me to try on. They were beautiful, but just not at all what I have envisioned to be my wedding. 

My face must have betrayed my feelings because she asked. “Are they not to your liking ma'am? We can fit them so they enhance your beautiful curves for your husband to see.”

“No, not that. I just don't like any of these. Can I see another batch of selections?” I asked, settling the glass of champagne down. 

“Did you see the dress I touched while I was walking here? Let me see that,” I said in a soft voice. I saw Julia's eyes flicker to Gabriel and then back to me. 

“I'm afraid I can't do that ma'am, Mr Alessandro instructed that I have you choose from among these options,” Julia said in a shaky voice. Was she really that scared of Luca?

“Well, I'm not wearing any of these and you can tell Mr Alessandro that,” I said in a mocking tone. “He's going to have to force me into one of those dresses or he can wear them himself.”

“Why do you have to be difficult Nazlynn?” I heard a voice ask from behind me.

I turned around so fast that my neck almost got a whiplash. 

Luca!

I tried not to let my fear show on my face when our eyes met. 

“What a pleasant surprise, it's my fiancé,” I said with a fake smile plastered on my face. 

“Since you're here, I'll just help Julia deliver the message to you. I'm not wearing any of those because I don't like them,” I folded my arms across my chest with defiance burning in my eyes. 

Luca took three long strides forward and he was face to face with me. “I want to believe there's a reason why you're throwing a tantrum. You want my attention? Well here you go, now you have it,” he said in a low voice. 

“I…” my voice cracked before I could get a solid statement out. 

“Please just let me go, I don't want to marry you Luca. I can work for you if you want me to but please,” I begged, my lips quivering. 

He looked at me with a dry look before turning back to face the other people in the room. “Leave us!”