3: deceit

Alessandro De-luca

When I saw Aurora and Santini Rossi walking towards the table hand linked with each other, I was reminded anew of my hatred for him.

My blood began to boil with anger.

He is a power hungry individual, pretending to be a good man in the eyes of the public with fake smiles.

I knew his plan, he quickly agreed to give his daughter out in exchange for favours and alliance so he could possibly be the next consigliere from a caporegime.

People like him didn't belong to the inner cacus.

I observed how he tried to steal the Don's with eye service. Right from time, I knew there was something off about him.

And I'm never wrong.

When he had failed woefully, because by this time I was done executing my plan, there wouldn't any space for him.

Turns out he's not only person with a plan.

I loved the games unfolding in front of me.

And the woman sitting beside me was oddly captivating, even though I tried to ignore her but her presence did something to me.

I hated it, so I looked away.

The freaking Rossi blood ran in her too, so she was her father in a feminine form.

Bloody parasites.

"-As mentally unstable as Aless is, he was able to get a beautiful woman." Beatrice's tiny voice interrupted my thoughts.

stupido bambino (stupid child) I wish I could shoot that big mouth of hers.

On the good side it was gladenned my heart to see that they were fooled by my theatrics.

It alll started four years ago when I was nineteen. I woke up that night to finding my parents dead, in a pool of blood in their masters bedroom.

Out of shock, I touched their bodies so only my fingerprint was on the dead body so I was accused of killing them. My Uncle took me in and told me it would be best to plea guilty on the basis of mental instability. I was advised by our family lawyer to go ahead with him and each time they'd question me I couldn't utter a word because of shock.

As soon as the case died I discovered through another doctor that the drugs I was being given was made to subdue my mental health so I pretended to still take them while I started putting up the act of mental instability.

During the whole back and forth with my parents' murder investigation, Don stripped me off my right to protect me. Few months ago when I returned back to New York from therapy, Don told me I had to get married to show how responsible I am then he'd handover everything my parents gave me.

I was furious as hell but I had to agree.

I had to get my inheritance, resume my investigation on who the hell had killed my parents so I could kill them too.

Also I had to take the position of Don because I was the rightful person. I had been initiated to be a Made Man since 17 but I paused involving in their activities to restategize.

My excuse of mental instability helped me achieve that but I had eyes reporting to me.

Santini Rossi giving his daughter to me confirmed my suspicions too, he was in on some plan.

-

Seeing my wife to be heading to the bathroom, I knew I needed to follow her.

Aurora had to pick sides quickly since we couldn't end the marriage at this point.

After a back and forth I knew she was incapable of saying no so I presented my deal to her.

"It is a requirement to a fortune."

I said, looking directly into her blue eyes.

That cute mouth of eyes fell open, I imagined it… nevermind.

"How?" She asked, confused.

"I'll offer you a better deal. Let's pretend to be okay with this marriage and then you'll divorce me after two years. I'll offer you a huge compensation."

"What?"

"You're scared no one will marry you after you leave me, uhm?" I winked, taunting her.

"This is all crazy." She sighed, exhausted.

"The marriage between both families is a small part of a bigger picture. I'm sure your father didn't fill you in on anything."

Seeing how exhausted and confused she looked, I began to fill pity for her. Although I was trained not to pity anyone, humans beings did everything to their own advantage but I couldn't control this overwhelming desire to protect her but at the same time I wasn't sure of who she really was.

"I don't know what this is about." Aurora said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Your business not mine." I laughed, I like the look on her face when I went about with my bouts of laughter. I was convinced she thought I was crazy as well. "So let's discuss our terms for marriage? Yes."

"We'll act all cozy in public but don't expect me to fall in love with you."

"Same. No one wants a mad man to fall in love with them anyways." She shrugged, avoiding my gaze.

I held her chin, forcing her to look at me. "Shut your smart mouth, and listen to my rules."

She didn't respond with her mouth, just a deadly look that felt like she could kill me with her eyes.

"On our wedding night, according to the italian mafia rule, a bride is supposed to provide proof of her virginity and since I'm not going to be touching you, we're going to have to fight a way around that."

Aurora heaved a sigh of relief. And all it made sense, she wasn't eager to sleep with me and it made me mad.

"Glad. I wasn't a virgin anyways." She yawned.

Woah. She wasn't even a virgin, her father had lied to us and that was enough to call off the weeding but no.

I needed her in this marriage more than her father did.

"Aurora?" Beatrice's voice cuts through my thoughts.

I immediately hid in one of the bathrooms before she opened the door.

I wondered how much she had heard.