Matteo

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 1.

"So Matteo which among them made the final cut?" Mario asked with all seriousness as he relaxed back in the seat opposite to Matteo's. 

Mario had a smug look on his face as he carefully sipped his drink waiting for Matteo's reply.

Matteo closed his eyes in frustration and pressed the bridge of his nose using his index finger and thumb. He could feel a dull headache building up behind his eyes and he knew if he didn't get some rest the headache would only get worsen. But he had no choice, because he was no nearly done picking a wife for his so called traditional arranged marriage.

It has been 32 hours and 7 minutes since his father, Robert had informed him that he needed to get married in the next week if he ever wanted to step up as the boss. One week.

And if it was any girl, he would have gotten married in a hour. But no the bride-to-be has to fulfill all criteria a Cortiano future daughter-in-law should have. She has to belong from a pure Italian mafia family, properly the 5th or 6th generation. As she needs to have pure italian blood in order to continue his generation. And provide the Cortiano family with a pure italian heir. It was stupid but he was bound to follow the damn tradition if he ever wanted to step up as the boss.

Next she needed to be beautiful with slender body and average height - not so tall or small. She needed to look pretty in the mob boss arms, make the other single mens envy him. Also she needed to be in the age group between 23- 25 years, not a day younger or old. And if all this all wasn't enough Matteo's future wife also needs to know how to cook and clean. Like seriously, who is she, a maid.

Matteo was frustrated at all the demands and conditions his future wife needed to fulfill. She needed to be a perfect wife material that would make Matteo look all perfect too and she must follow all of Matteo's orders. Never talk back or disrespect him. Basically a spineless women who would do exactly what he ask her to do. He say sit she sits. He says jump she jumps.

"He isn't looking for a daughter-in-law Mario. He is looking for a mixture of ten different women's in one. TEN Mario, TEN." Matteo replied in frustration as he exhaled loudly and stood up going to the huge window in his study. He needed to relax and think about his next step because even he knew, one way or the other he has to get married in order to become the boss.

"Matteo you know exactly why the boss is doing this?" Mario said as he shifted in his seat so he was facing Matteo's broad back now.

Matteo inhaled deeply as he slipped his hands in his pants pocket and shook his head. He knew exactly why his father was doing all this, why he has given him one week time to find the perfect bride. It was his final test. One his father knew he would fail.

Matteo hated using women's in his evil plan. He respected them and never thought of them as an object to step up the game. And he had made sure to keep this tiny information as a kept secret from his father. He never let Robert know anything about personal life.  He always pretended like he was not in the mood or too busy to play with the girls.

But now it seems like Robert was poking him, to get a response from him, to challenge him to fight back or step down.

But ever since Matteo has become the made men, he only had one goal in his mind. To become the king, to replace his father and take his place. And that would be only possible if he stayed quite and followed all his demand.