Bound To The Mafia Reaper

"He's waiting," a huge man in a black suit approached us, wearing a frown.

"Oh God, my daughter," Lucrezia cried, dragging me into her arms and sobbing, "I can't believe this is happening."

I was still with a shock at her 360 degree behaviour but then realised that she was just playing the part of a sad mother.

"It'll be alright," I couldn't bring myself to call her mother, but I managed to loosen my stiff arms to rub her back, "It can't be that bad."

"If that man touches one hair on your head, I swear-"

"That's enough," the large man barked. It was then that I noticed that he had an accent and several tattoos running up his neck.

And was that a gun tucked into his waist band?

Who the fuck were these people?

"Don’t fuck this up," she hissed into my ear before pulling away and dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief.

The goon grabbed me by my elbow and began to lead me up the stairs.

I was really getting sick and tired of these people grabbing me like I was a rag doll.

At least the goon's grip wasn't punishing like Lucrezia's men. The double doors opened to a sort of foyer where a suited man was waiting. The man turned to me, bright blue eyes meeting mine.

"You look beautiful darling," he smiled. For an older man, he was really good looking with just the barest hint of silver threaded through his hair.

I assumed this was Lucrezia's husband and Sofia's father, and he was here to walk me down the aisle.

"Hey daddy," I smiled at him, channeling everything I knew about rich girls. And I knew a lot, after all, I had once been a rich, spoilt, New York socialite.

He held out his hand for me and I immediately placed my fingers on his sleeve.

"Did your mother create a scene outside?" He asked stiffly, "I know she did."

Hmmm. It seemed mama Lu and her husband weren't on the best of terms.

"This marriage is for the good of our family," he continued, "We need support from the other families and this is the only way that Antonio would agree to help us. You understand, right? Your new husband is very wealthy and I know you'll never lack for anything."

"But I don't love him," I whined.

"Love has no place in our world," he hissed at me.

"Did it have to be him?" I rolled my eyes like a brat, "He's a monster."

"Disregard everything you've heard about him," his tone was warning, "That's the only way you'll survive in this marriage. There's no evidence that he killed his first wife."

Wait. what?

Before I could demand more information about his statement, the second set of doors opened to reveal a chapel that was packed full of people.

And up ahead was a tall figure in a dark suit.

I couldn't help but notice that the two sides of the pews had different reactions to me. The people on my right stared at me with open sneers and barely concealed disgust while those on my left with envy and some level of pride.

Finally, my gaze landed on my soon to be husband and my breath caught in my throat, heart pounding in my chest as his onyx eyes met mine and held them.

My steps faltered and only the older man's presence beside me helped me to continue.

He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen and as I came closer and closer, I took in more of him.

Standing at over six feet tall, with a muscular but toned body, he cut a dashing figure in the chapel, his presence seeming to encompass the room.

Dark hair fell over his face and framed a face that was all high cheekbones and sharp jawlines. The man was perfect.

And he was glaring at me with unconcealed hatred.

Sofia's father handed me over to him and as his hand made contact with mine, electricity zinged up my arm. His dark eyes narrowed at me and for a moment, I thought he would throw my hand off, but then the officiant began.

"Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today to-"

The man's voice tuned out, my entire focus on the gorgeous man standing before me.

Lucrezia had said he was a monster, and i believed it. There was something lethal about his beauty.

Something that pulled you in and then destroyed you when you got close.

Tattoos peeked out from his collar and lined his knuckles.

Had those hands killed his first wife?

Was I going to also be killed?

No wonder Lucrezia had gone to such lengths to make sure her daughter didn't end up with this man.

"Do you, Sofia De Luca take this man to be your lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, baring all others until death do you part?" The priest asked.

The man's hand tightened around mine and I blinked at him, tempted to say no and just escape from all of this.

But Tricia's life was on the line. I had no doubt that she would die if I made the wrong move.

"I do."

"Do you, Roman Moretti-"

I didn't hear the rest of the priest's words because my ears were suddenly ringing, blood rushing to my head, making me feel dizzy.

No, I couldn't have heard right.

The man standing before me couldn't be Roman Moretti, a man famously known as the mafia reaper.

A man who killed for the mafia without any reserve and had more blood on his hands than entire armies.

His name alone struck fear in people's hearts and made the police turn the other way.

What had I done?

Blood drained from my face leaving me white as chalk.

"I do," the Italian reaper replied.

"I pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride."

My new husband's eyes hardened into something malicious and deadly, and then his mouth closed over mine.