Stuck Between The Mafia Lord And His Twin

Darlene "Dad! I can't do this" I whisper shouted. "Why?" He asked, clearly confused as to why I wouldn't take his decision. I so badly wanted to roll my eyes at the fact that it was an obvious reason why I couldn't do what he was expecting me to. My father, Mr Bernardo had accepted a marriage proposal from the McKenzie's, on my behalf! Could you imagine my face when he broke the news to me this morning? "I simply can't marry man I have never met, I mean what if he's not the one for me?" I asked, stress evident in my face but my father waved it off with a flick of his hand as if to dismiss my obvious worry for nothing. "Is that it?" He asked me, I looked to mum who as casually knitting in her chair, squeak quiet almost as if she didn't want any part of whatever it as that my father and I had going on. Even though she was supposed to be even more engaged than I was. Mum had always been like that and my father and I had always been like this too. He would make decisions f

Alexander "I will marry her, father. I will, I'm only asking for some more time." I pleaded as I stood before my father in the company's conference room. A meeting had just been concluded and all board members had evacuated the space, all except my father, my twin brother, Frederick and myself. My father had yet again, brought up the issue of marrying Darlene Bernardo, the daughter of the baker. I was not opposed to it, simply because no one could ever say no to my father, but I was only concerned about the time frame. I was definitely not in the right frame of mind to get married in the coming month, like my father had informed me. "You will be given no more time, Alexander. You are thirty already and I just clocked sixty. A little too old to handle an entire Mafia ring, don't you think? You need to get married, any time from now. The date will not be shifted any further." He spoke, a trace of finality laced in his words as he took a drag of his cigar and blew the smoke directl

STEFAN MCCOY "Boss. We've got news" from where Stefan sat, in the midst of the girls who shaked their asses With seduction. Stefan kept on looking at the girls, clearly ignoring the men who had ripped bodies and were clad in all black. Stefan was on a whole different vibe, taking a drag from his cigar as he puffed on the ass of one of the girls who wore less clothing than a table top. "Boss..." Desperation evident in his voice as one of the men that stood still said, the one who spoke earlier, trying to get his attention. "Yes?" Stefan sounded even more sinister and more distant than they recognised. "It's urgent sir" the same man replied, still on the edge. "Isn't everything urgent?" Stefan looked dead at the man go stood good few inches away from him. "Sir..." He persisted, earning dangerous eye from Stefan "... It's about the chameleon" that got Stefan to stand up abruptly, even though there was currently a girl who was giving her all on top of him. He pushed he

I wanted someone to wake me up from my nightmare. This nightmare. The more I breathed, the more I realized how real this was. How I was going to get married to this man. This man whom I barely even knew. Don't get me wrong, Alexander Mckenzie was gorgeous. He was absolutely breathtaking. And ridiculously, even. So far, he seemed to have a well mannered behavior too. I liked the air around him, how sophisticated and chill, nearly mysterious it was. I liked how he seemed to listen more and talk less, while Idid the reverse. That was even a shock to me because I was extremely nervous the entire time. I was awkward too. I wasn't sure what to say or how to act, so I spoke out the first thoughts that came into my head and blabbed it without a filter. And maybe, he also had a good sense of humour. Because once in a while, he seemed to chuckle slightly at my stutters. Alexander seemed like a great man. However, I barely knew him. And one thing was certain; amidst all that silk hair, pret

DARLENE"W-when do you want to set the date?" I squirmed shyly, it was all happening too fast, I didn't know two things about picking out a wedding dress, although I suspected a man like Alexander would handle it."Anytime from now, I want my wife in my bed with me as soon as possible." He chriped calmly and I stifled yet another scream as my breath hitched in my chest."Of course, no …wifely duties would be required of you Darlene…at least not immediately." He soothed, choking an awkward laugh when he caught on my no doubt mortified expression.I wasn't scared of being with him, far from it, haters would have said I was even looking forward to it!I just wouldn't know what to do with myself, in their big stone mansion, in bed, next to this handsome man."Uh, great!" I hollered with way more enthusiasm than was healthy."Do you always do that?" His velvet voice thrummed through me as I whipped my head to him sharply.Do what? What was I doing?"Bite your lips like that when you're ner