Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

Everyone in the room couldn’t help staring at Rosana. It was hard to take their eyes off such beauty. The men stared with lust in their eyes as their inner beast growled and the women stared in jealousy. Why was she so beautiful? They wondered.

Flawless skin, pretty face, cute smile, shapely figure… She was too good to be in there and she was lucky to have someone like Sergio all to herself. They couldn’t help but wonder what it felt like. To own the King, the devil.

While others stared in admiration and lust, the others tried to find a flaw, a weak spot, something they could use against her. Just as Enzo had said, not everyone in the room liked her. They didn’t like Sergio very much so how would they like her?

“You are doing great” Enzo smiled and pecked her on both cheeks. He was wearing a black suit like the rest of the men and looked very handsome, the ladies could not take their eyes off him.

“All thanks to you” She smiled in return and looked around. “I guess I had been worrying for nothing”

The people in the hall had resumed chatting, drinking, and laughing with one another. It was beautiful to see that they were no longer afraid.

“Trust me, you have not gotten the faintest idea. Come. Let’s walk around” She followed him and noticed everyone’s heads turning in their direction. Most of them smiled and she smiled in return.

“Be careful, now, My Lady. Do not smile too much at these people” Enzo warned and the smile instantly ceased from her face. One thing she had learned was to obey what he said. The questions and complaints could come later.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Everyone here is wearing a mask. Do not be too familiar with them”

“There are so many. I had not expected so much crowd”

Enzo chuckled and looked around. “All the circles are here, most of them did not make a choice. Once the King calls, you fall flat at his feet”

Speaking of Sergio, he had disappeared after meeting with the President of Italy. They were still together when he approached and fell on his knees, bowing before them. That was the last thing she had expected.

Rosana looked around and finally saw him upstairs with a few men. They seemed to be having an important conversation but his eyes were pinned on her. Cold, dark, and marred with dangerous intents.

A shiver ran along her spine as she stared back at him. There was something about his eyes and the way he always looked at her. It caused her skin to tingle and heat flooded her veins. Again, she was wet and she felt it tickling down her thighs.

Sergio smirked when she released a shaky breath. He knew what he was doing and was enjoying every bit of it. His eyes drifted to Enzo who stood beside her, talking. But she wasn’t listening. Not anymore.

He dragged his eyes away from her and looked at the other people in the hall. All of them were monsters and k*llers. It didn’t go past his notice that they couldn’t keep their eyes away from Rosana. He caught the men secretly licking their lips and the women staring with jealousy.

But that was all they could do because she was off-limits and untouchable.

“Look again!” Sergio told one of the men who had been staring at Rosana the whole time.

“Forgive me, Don!” He gulped, his heart thumping in his chest. Sergio didn’t move and wasn’t even looking at him but that didn’t change the fact that he had dug his grave. “Forgive me!” Pleading for Sergio De Niro’s forgiveness was a waste of time and everyone knew that. Quietly, he turned to look but didn’t meet Rosana as a knife was driven hard into his eyes. He yelped and cried, attracting everyone’s attention in the hall. When they saw it was Sergio’s doing, they stilled and remained silent, only watching with their eyes.

Sergio retrieved the knife from his left eye which was covered in blood and stabbed his right eye, turning and pressing deeper until it came out at the back of his head. The man staggered backward and fell heavily on the floor, d? ad.

“I always hated that motherf*cker anyway” Enzo muttered beside Rosana. “Always wanted to k*ll him!”

Rosana maintained a calm facade as she looked away from the man that was just m*rdered. It took all the nerves in her to stand strong and stare at Sergio with an unflinching gaze. As always, he had a blank expression on his face like he had done nothing. Like he had not k*lled a man.

Alfonso stepped forward and proffered a white handkerchief which he used to wipe his bloodied hand. Still, the blood was there. How many more blo? d does he have on his hands, Rosana wondered and watched as the body was dragged away.

“That is just the beginning. You will be seeing more of that tonight”

*****

“Rosana!” Munika called out with a faux smile. “How are you enjoying the evening?”

“The best way I can” She simply responded and looked around at the people who had started chatting and making merriments once again. To her surprise, none of them tried to look at her again. Not even the ladies.

“Hmm, interesting is it not?” Munika looked around and continued “Everyone in here is filled with different kinds of emotions but happiness is not one of them. They are just talking and drinking, they do not know if tonight will be their last.”

“Most of them know and have accepted their fate but some haven’t. Most of them came to k*ll and be k*lled. They know a good number of friends and foes will go down tonight and that leaves me with one question. Are you a friend or a foe?”

“It is time, My Lady, shall we?” Enzo asked, breaking the conversation. Rosana smiled gratefully and followed him without sparing Munika a glance. She could keep her question to herself!

Inside the main hall, str? ppers danced on the poles, twirling and swirling around. Most of the men gambled as they played Baccarat, Roulette, blackjacks, poker, and all sorts of games for fun while the rest partook in an auction.

Men and women were placed under the spotlight in a cage. They were regarded as pets and remained in the cage, awaiting their new masters to buy them.

The auctioneer started at a relatively low price and attracted a large number of bidders. The men and women kept lifting their paddles as the price increased each time someone made a new, higher bid until finally, no other bidders were willing to offer more than the most recent bid. The highest bidder took the pet.

“Having fun, Bambolina?” Sergio asked from behind her. She instantly turned to look at him.

“No. The smoke is too much” Everyone in the hall was smoking and it was starting to affect Rosana.

“Do I have to cut off their throats? What do you need me to do?”

That wasn’t a joke, she realized. If he wanted, he would kill every man in the hall and leave unscratched. “Nothing. I… I will be alright!”

Sergio placed a hand on the small of her back and without words, he led her towards the front of the hall. All entertainment ceased as everyone turned to look at them. It was time.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, Rosana De Niro, my woman, my wife, my queen. Inginocchiati davanti alla tua Donna!” [Kneel before your Donna!]