GOD LOVERS

Ariana’s pov~

“If you don't love God I do! The only way you are getting this off me is to rip it off yourself!” I retorted this was starting to seem like some sort of humiliating episode I had been forced to participate in.

“I'm not going to live like this! I don't know what deals you signed with my psychotic father! But I never wanted to marry you! You forced me literarily, you and my father! With an invisible gun pointing at my head!” I yelled and for a split second, I thought I saw Becky smile.

Mateo glared at me from across the bed of his unconscious fiance.

“Becky….” he started, rubbing her feet lightly with one finger

“We have a cat and mouse chase on our hands,” he chuckled “This will be fun”

“God doesn't mind, we are man and wife now, he created humans, and he has seen a lot worse than your body” he responded.

“You are sick Mateo, you need to let me go, I don't want to be here!” I clamoured, “we can get a divorce right now,” I continued, his face changed into a scowl.

“Divorce? Is this a joke? I own you now Ariana, you can't tell me this wasn't your plan? I bet you wanted this from the start, well now you can rest, be assured that you are now mine” 

he stood there with a silly-looking grin on his face, a grin I was all too familiar with,

 “I don't think you comprehend what I'm trying to tell you, I never wanted this! I had a beautiful life in Malta, I could never in my wildest imagination conjure this up! I hate you! I hate my father! And I hate this life! I don't want any of this close to my child but I will never be free from you,” I exclaimed, 

leaning on the wall, I burst into tears.

He looked at me as though I was faking my feelings.

“Are you done with your drama? Or whatever the fuck that is?” he smirked, “you’ve ruined the fun” he retorted, standing up straight and pulling both his sleeve higher up his arm, his arms were covered with tattoos, these are new? The last time I saw Mateo he had just one, his mother’s name on his left shoulder.

Every pattern of his tattoos was unique, there was a phoenix on his left arm, but it was bathed in blood, what could be the story behind that I wondered.

“What are you staring at? My tattoos?” he inquired holding up his arm and touching the phoenix drenched in blood.

“I got this the night Emiliano disappeared” he smiled, then clapped his hands together.

“Well then with that out of the way, it's time to finally head home sister….. Or rather, excuse me “Mrs Donattelli” Sounds amazing doesn't it?” he laughed maniacally as he gestured towards the door.

I started to move towards the door, I gave Becky another glance but her beautiful face stood perfectly still, maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me.

I finally reached the door he had opened for me, as I stepped through the chapel door, I felt the coldness of his big hands around my neck, I could feel his breath on me as he closed the chapel door and pinned me against it.

“Mateo…. Stop this..” I whimpered,

He ran his hand through the hem of my gown, then he grabbed my ass and then spanked it.

“Tell me again what I can and cannot do,” he teased, he pressed himself against me and licked my ear.

Just as suddenly, he pulled away from me, “What? You were trying to prove a point weren't you? Almighty Mateo….” Before I could finish the statement he raised his hand to almost slap me, then he grabbed my face in his gruff hand, making my lips form an annoyed little pout.

“Know this sister, I am not the Mateo you knew, he is long dead, I will not tolerate any of this…. This new-found outburst you have picked up in Malta, know your place” he said calmly, but his voice echoed with threats

“You can never change mateo, this is exactly why Chiara tried to kill herself,” I said amidst tears.

He stood there looking as I opened the chapel doors and stormed out, I passed Julius on the way, his eyes looked sad, but I have decided never to trust his kind ever again.

He followed me to the car and made sure I was seated comfortably before closing it.

I found out an hour later that the true Mrs Donatelli, Becky had followed us home, my husband says it's important for us to bond since we are now going to be 1 big family, me him and Becky.

I was immediately irritated, the doctor had confirmed that there was no hope for her to regain consciousness.

But Mateo won't let her go for his selfish reasons.

His response “As long as I'm rich, she can breathe air” 

I wondered how she was feeling, existing in nothing.

Engaged to a psychopath who only ever wants his way.

He is just like my father, he is no different from the rest……

Julius introduced me to my bodyguard, “Alfredo will follow you everywhere” he explained, and all Alfredo did was nod.

It seems my reputation precedes me, Alfredo acknowledged my presence but didn't look my way.

“Fine, am I a prisoner here?” I asked Julius, who was handing over the tablet in his hand to his assistant.

“No Mrs Donatelli the….”

“Dont call me that, my name is Ariana” I interjected

“Mrs Donatelli”  he eyed me before continuing to speak “the estate is heavily guarded day and night, you are free to wander around the grounds of the Donatelli Estate, it stretches more than 1000 acres of land, Don Mateo has volunteered to show you around at his convenience” 

I was quiet, I wish I didn't have to see his face for the whole week.

“Take Alfredo with you everywhere” he warned, “I understand,” I replied.

My quarters were huge. According to his assistant, this was the biggest room, I passed the bed space and walked towards the balcony, it stretched long and beyond it, and I could feel the cool breeze from the sea.

I took a deep breath to fill my lungs and I exhaled loudly.

I relaxed until the evening when I couldn't sleep, Mateo’s devilish grin was plastered over my mind.

My phone rang disrupting my thoughts, thankful for it I swiftly picked up.

“Hello…Fi” I greeted weakly “I don't deserve your forgiveness Ariana, I was weak” she started, and instantly I could not harbour the anger anymore.

“I know you were scared, I don't blame you, I've known Mateo since we were teenagers,” I said lightly, “they are murderers”

“I need to tell you something Ariana, promise me you won't get mad” Fiona started, I sat attentively on my soft couch

“Fiona, what did you do?” I inquired putting one of my hands at the back of my neck.

“Remember the half case of Gold bar I found?”

How could I forget, it was an unforgettable experience painting Malta red.

“Well…..” 

“Well, what Fiona!” I exclaimed, hurrying her to desist from the suspense

“It belongs to Igor the slice….”

I started to shake anxiously, my heart started to race excessively, and beads of sweat ran down my face.

“He left Malta 3 hours ago…… he is here in Italy, he knows who we are Ariana!”