Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Husband and Wife.

"You look gorgeous." Maria held my face.

"Careful, you'll smudge my make-up." I cautioned her.

"Of course." She withdrew her hands.

"If you don't want to do this, let me know. Even if Maria said something-"

"I want to do this, father," I told Rafaelle and he sighed. Perhaps he wanted a child so badly that he treated me like his own. He was willing to kill Dante for me, but I wanted to do it myself. I wanted to do it myself. I should've allowed him to, maybe then I wouldn't have to marry his son.

I looked at myself, my brown locs were braided neatly, not a single strand left astray across my face. My heavy wedding gown restricting me from moving freely. I wanted nothing than for it to be ripped off me. It was like a snow white like wedding gown.

Dante was the witch who fed me an apple and I was marrying his son and not a prince, or maybe I was Elsa, would fit, but I wanted to burn Dante, not to freeze him. Anyway, I was certainly no princess getting married to a prince. It felt like an arranged marriage. A marriage Maria said was compulsory, was it really?

"Excuse us Rafaelle, I'd like to speak with Serena."

"I'll be right outside," he said.

"I know it's tough."

"He'll demand that I sleep with him. What do I do?" I silently yelled, anger coated my tone.

"It's not like you're a virgin, treat him like one of the random one night stands or exes, no strings attached, have fun. He's good looking. Take your chance before he dies."

"Really?"

"Hmmhmmm, now smile or you'll get wrinkles." She patted my shoulder. "No alcohol before you walk down the aisle or you'll spout nonsense."

"Where on earth would I get liquor at a-"

A maid came in. "It is time, Boss." She informed Maria.

"Are you ready?" Rafaelle went in.

"Yes." I put on a wide smile.

Before I linked my arm with his for him to walk me down the aisle, I embraced him so tightly. He was the only source of comfort I had for the past 15 years. He embraced me gently and patted my back. "If ever you feel suffocated. Call me immediately."

"I will." My eyes got teary and it wasn't the bitter sweet feeling I heard brides experience. I was sad and angry.

"You are strong, you mustn't cry." He wiped the tear before it trailed down any further. Rafaelle had gotten older. His grey hair had fully overtaken the black hair on his head. He had more wrinkles. Old age was evident on him.

We entered the church, and all eyes turned to me. The bride. The soon-to-be wife of Don Adri, the son of Dante one of the most dangerous men in the Italian Mafia, so feared not even the police liked to interfere. So popular, he had loyal men in and out of Italy and, after his death, all that was his became Adriano's.

He was dressed in a shiny black tuxedo, his raven black hair smoothened to the back, his green orbs shone as the sun from the glass windows of the church reflected on them. He looked perfect. My godfather held me gracefully as we took gentle, slow steps down the aisle.

I looked down at the shiny red carpet, I was walking the path to something that is supposed to be my destiny. I welcomed anxiety, my old friend. I wasn't supposed to be scared. I trained, I ran errands, I went undercover, I lied, deceived and I was generally trained for everything. I could use swords, rifles, pistols and pistols with silencers...guns in general. I was equipped, yet anxiety wrapped me like a present and took my confidence away.

The members of his mafia, his men, politicians, and influential people stood up till my father placed my hands into his. Our eyes locked, and slowly, a full blown smile was on his face. I wanted to punch the smile off his face. What was he so happy about, welcoming his death? We took our vows and exchanged rings.

"I declare you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride." The priest said, and Sir crashed his lips on me like a hungry man, like all hungry men I've met.

We turned to the congregation and I threw my bouquet for whoever the hell to catch. I smiled like I was supposed to, and took pictures. It was nothing short of exhausting.

"You know what you have to do, right?" Maria told me while taking pictures. Smiling and talking isn't exactly convenient.

"Become a whore." I said, placing my arm on her as we took our pictures.

"If that's what it takes." She posed for the pictures.

"Got it."

"This is for your sake too, for your fam-"

"I got it aunt, now smile well so you don't look like you were holding a fart." I embraced her.

"You're so spoiled, it's all Rafaelle's fault."

"You know when I got to the mansion then, I thought he didn't give a shit like you. Turns out he's the best." I laughed.

"Isn't he?" She smiled.

"You're lucky. Where is he though?" I asked, looking around the church.

" He and Adriano are having a word with the priest." She informed me.

"What did I miss?" I heard Adriano's voice from behind me.

"Mother and daughter quality time." I linked my arm with his.

"I'm jealous." He laughed.

"You should be." I smirked.

"Serena, I didn't raise you that way." My godfather cautioned me.

"Yes Papa."

"Take care of her. She's all I have."He told Adriano.

"I will with everything I have along with my life."

"Thank you." My father embraced him.

"Feel free to come over anytime. You're our son now." Maria and her husband could win an Oscar or a Grammy award.

We took more pictures and more at the reception. I avoided Adriano's business partners as much as I could and we were finally able to leave the venue.

Finally we arrived at Adriano's house, the same his father once lived in. I had been there twice before my father passed away for an event, and in the future I came as the bride who was determined to do everything to ruin it all.

Their compound was much larger than ours. A huge mansion painted cream, a fountain in the middle of the compound like in Rafaelle's mansion, there were flowers surrounding the house and I sighted a flower garden. Adriano told me it belonged to his mother. There were other parts of the house I couldn't see, but I was definitely going to check out.

Adriano carried me in bridal style into the house, his men and servants watched in awe as he took me up the stairs. The interior was more antique than it was modern, but looked beautiful nevertheless. I spotted portraits of his parents, of him when he was younger, and a large family portrait including extended family.

We stopped at our room and he placed me. I was expecting a dark themed room, but the interior of the room gave a welcoming, comfortable vibe. White sheets, cream curtains, a cream rug below a transparent glass table right in front of the king sized bed. The room smelled like him, intoxicating.

"Do you like it?" He asked me.

"Yes."

"Your father and I arranged for your luggage to be moved the ceremony and they're in the closet." He pointed to rhe glass door behind me.

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"So?" I let my hair down, unbraiding it.

He smirked, loosened his tie, kicked of his shoes, and began to loosen his buttons.

"Let me help." I slowly began to undo his buttons while staring into his eyes.

"Serena." He kissed me slowly yet with urgency. I had denied him sex till the wedding with the excuse of being celibate.

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