All Chapters of Merging Mafias : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

MADRID, SPAIN: CHARLIE'S POV I kept a blank expression to mask my rage as I moved in the direction of my dad's office. What the hell did he mean by marriage in six months? I wasn't looking forward to being bound to a woman for the rest of my life. Not now at least.The guards immediately stepped out of my way. I walked past them and barged into his office. He didn't give me a glance, and neither did he do anything to acknowledge my presence. Nevertheless I was certain he was aware that I was there.I moved closer to him and slammed my palms intimidatingly against his table. I was more annoyed than angry actually."Dad, what..." I began, but I was rudely interrupted by him. "Hijo, I don't have time to listen to shit you have to say. Pick a girl. Get married in six months or you can kiss the mafia goodbye." My dad blurted in annoyance, going back to the files he had been looking at. (Son) What?! He had got to be bluffing. What even brought about this marriage shit? My dad had never r

MADRID, SPAIN: 3RD PERSON POV After his son left, Mr. Rodríguez rushed to the airport to meet Mr. Taylor. They had been working together behind the scenes to arrange a marriage between their children.This marriage would be very beneficial to both parties. It would lead to the merging of both the Spanish and English Mafias. To Mr. Rodríguez, it meant Charlie would get the perfect woman to deflate his ego and hopefully get him to change his fuckboy ways.The Spanish Mafia had the best weapon suppliers in the mafia, so the marriage would also be beneficial to Mr. Taylor. Although, he had an entirely different reason for arranging the marriage for his daughter.They had planned it all. Mr. Taylor took money from Mr. Rodríguez so he could get Renée to go to Madrid. Mr Rodríguez arranged for a car to pick her up and bring her to the C&R hotel, so she could see what type of person Charlie was first-hand. Now it was time to plan their next move."I've decided to threaten my son. How would yo

LONDON, ENGLAND: RENÉE’S POV Jackie and I were in Esme’s room getting ready for my engagement dinner tonight. When the girls had finished dressing up, they helped me to choose the perfect outfit for tonight. It was a stunning dark red sleeveless gown. It was tight fitted dress with a thigh high side slit. The girls had styled my hair into a deep side part with Hollywood waves before the guys arrived. “Hold up, where’s John?” Jackie asked, when she noticed it was just her twin and my bodyguard. “He’s gone to purchase the perfect engagement ring.” My bodyguard choked out mockingly. He had his lips set in a permanent scowl as an emotion I couldn’t decipher flickered in his eyes for a second. Jack seemed to understand his demeanour and simply patted his shoulder reassuringly before leaving with him. “What’s his deal?” I whispered to the girls after the guys left to go check up on John. “I think he has a thing for you, and is jealous that you’re getting married.” Esme replied with a

MADRID, SPAIN: CHARLIE’S POVDo you know what I hated about court weddings?No? Then let me enlighten you.In court weddings, there was no such thing as ‘you may kiss the bride’.I mean, I was looking forward to a nice church wedding where the officiating minister would end with a ‘you may kiss the bride’. Then I would swoop my bride up then give her the kiss of her life.Why have a small court wedding when we could have an actual extravagant wedding? People of today were so boring and old-fashioned.I was currently sitting in the room where we were supposed to sign for this marriage to become valid, or something like that. We’ve been waiting for half an hour, but Renée and her witnesses still hadn’t arrived.She better not be thinking about backing out of this marriage or else all hell would break loose. I was visibly shaking with rage at the thought that she might back out and disgrace me.Why did it even bother me? Wouldn’t I be free to continue fucking around if she backed out? Ye

MADRID, SPAIN: 3RD PERSON POV The luxurious looking woman of yesterday who enjoyed all the lavish expensive stuff life could offer, now sat as a poor woman who could only enjoy the inferior cheap stuff life could offer. And she so furiously blamed all this on that sick son of a bastard, as she preferred to call him. She still couldn’t comprehend what made him end things with her. Sure they weren’t dating but she had harboured it in her heart that he would someday give them a chance. But no. The bastard even had the nerve to end things with her over the phone. ‘Who does that?!’ She thought. Now she was left heart broken and pregnant. She knew she had made the biggest mistake of her life when she begun to fall for the bastard. But seriously who wouldn’t? He was the perfect Greek god. He was cold on the exterior, but warm, kind and generous on the interior, once you got to know him. And she had so foolishly fallen for him. She had come to love him with all her heart. She was lost i