FOUR

KHLOE ROSWELL.

It was too easy to escape, and I found it suspicious. He let me go without a fight, and his guards conveniently looked the other way. I could tell from the way some of them stared at me as I ran by that they had seen me, but were pretending not to. This act from them made me realize something, there is no way I can escape from here, Anthonio rules this city and has men everywhere. I kept on looking back and no one was coming after me, giving me more reasons to return as there was no use to run away, he will find me, as a matter of fact I’m certain he’s watching me right now. The mafias are powerful, and I know how they roll so I know it was hopeless trying to run. So I turned around and walked back toward the mansion, the gates were instantly opened by a guard, he smiled at me, clearly proving my points.

“Take me to your master.” I said to the guard, he shook his head in agreement. I walked behind him and into the mansion, we approached a dimly lit room and the guard paused in his steps.

“He’s in there.” The guard said and left, I walked in to find him seated on a rocking chair, going back forth with a smile on his face.

“I knew you’d return.” he said, a smirk on his face. I could see a bandage on his arm along with the one wrapped around his next. It brought me joy that I was the cause of it all. He deserved it.

“Why are you doing this? Of what gain is this marriage to you?” I asked, I stood before him and he stood up, grabbed my arm and kissed it softly. I pulled my arm away.

“Power, this marriage gives me power. And also, it gives me a Queen, a powerful Queen and leader of my people. You have all I want in a woman,” he pulled me close to him and placed his head on my neck, he sniffed my neck and I pushed him.

“Don’t touch me!” I said, he smiled.

“Common, you’re my wife, I have every right to touch you however I want to.” he pulled me closer and I slapped him hard across the face. Before I could do something else, he landed a slap across my face that sent me falling to the ground. He then grabbed me and pinned me on the wall.

“If you continue hitting me like this, how are we going to make children, huh?” he said while massaging the spot he had hit on my face.

“Let go of me.” I tried my best to not cry, I wasn’t going to show him my weakness. No way!

“You know I do not like hitting women, but you constantly push me into hitting you.” he softly said. I tried to push him away from me but he was very strong.

“What do you want from me?” I asked.

"I want you to act like my wife and do as I say," he said to me. "In fact, I don't have a problem with you having a lover, because I have one myself, and I don't want to deprive you of experiencing love." His words made my skin crawl, and I found them utterly disgusting.

"I am not your wife, and I refuse to act like one!" I spat in his face. He turned away, chuckling, and before I knew it, he scooped me up and tossed me onto the bed in the room. I was terrified and tried to scramble to my feet, but he grasped my arm firmly and secured it to the headboard with handcuffs.

“You’re very stubborn!” he said as he watched me try to break free from the handcuffs. “Stop stressing yourself, they won’t break.” he mocked, I paused, feeling defeated.

“Anthonio, what are you going to gain from keeping me here against my will?” I asked."There are other mafia daughters who would jump at the chance to have you as a husband, so go for them and let me go, please!" I begged.

“This isn’t about myself, this is about my fathers choice. And you my dear are perfect, you are fit to be my Queen, the other women are weak, and not fit to stand by me.” he explained. I took a deep breath, feeling more and more defeated.

“What’s in it for me?” I asked and he stared at me quizzically. “I mean what do I gain from being your Queen?”

A smile spread across his face.”I’m happy to hear that you are willing to comply.” he sat on the bed. “I’m aware of what your father has done to you, and I reckon you want your position back, don’t you?” he asked and I nodded in agreement.

“Well, if you are willing to play your part in my life, I will help you take down your father and take over the Italian mafia group, I’ll make them bow to your every demand and restore back your position as their Queen.” he said, I burst into laughter.

"Do you think you're stronger than my father?" I asked, my voice laced with skepticism. He smirked, his expression oozing confidence.

“I do not think so. I know what I’m capable of. I am able to make your father dance to my tune, just the way I made him make you my legal wife.” He spoke with boldness, his words dripping with confidence and an unshakeable belief in his own powers.

“Tell me, what do I have to do to get you to help get revenge on my family?” I asked, Anthonio laughed, a sinister one.

“All you have to do is obey me, act like my wife, and keep the other powerful woman in line,” he said, making it sound like a surprisingly simple task.

“Then what? Am I to remain your wife while ruling the Italian group?” I asked.

“No, according to the contract, you're bound to remain my wife for five years,” he said, his voice cold and detached. “By then, my father will likely be dead, and I'll have achieved my goals.”

“Your father will die in five years?” I asked and he nodded.

“Okay, I’m up for this if you keep your promise and help me take down my family. I’ll do as you say as long as it doesn’t go against my convenience,” I said to him. He nodded and stretched out his arm. He shook my hand, and I shook his back.

“Deal!” he said. “And one more thing, we do not need to have Sex, okay? I’ll marry a new wife in 8 months, you can do whatever you want with your life, as long as you keep it hidden from the media and others.” he informed me.

“Thank you, so please can you release my arm?” I asked and he nodded. He released my arm and I massaged it.

“Is there anything you wish to be brought for you from your home?” He asked.

“Yes, please ask my father to send me my blue box and my best friend.” I told him.

“Your best friend?'' He gave me a quizzical expression.

“Yes, my friend Diego, he can’t survive there without me.” I said and he nodded.

“Okay, no problem. Consider that done!” he said. “Come with me to your room,” he informed me and I got up, we walked out of his room and walked towards a room in the far end of the hallway. He twisted the door knob and we walked in.

“This is your room, tomorrow we have a serious business meeting to attend and you have to be there with me, got it?” he commanded.

“If you want us to get along, you had better stop commanding me.” I said, he smirked.

“Baby girl, I own you, I shall speak to you how I please.” he said, I rolled my eyes.

"Get out!" I spat, my voice firm. "I want to be alone." He nodded silently and walked out of my room, leaving me to my thoughts. I locked the door behind him, ensuring my solitude. The room was enormous, just as I liked it - a space where I could plot my revenge. I sat on the bed, my mind racing with ways to make my father pay for his transgressions. My ultimate goal was to take control of the Turkish mafia, and I was determined to see it through. A burning fire fueled my resolve - to avenge my mother's suffering and make those responsible pay, especially Anthonio and his family. They would all soon learn the true meaning of my wrath.