Matteo

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 9.

"Is this really how you want our marriage to start?" A deep husky voice growled from behind Aria, stopping her dead in her track.

Aria knew whom that sexy as fine wine voice belonged to but she wished it wasn't him. She squeezed her eyes close and slowly turned around. She tired to open one of her eyes slowly wishing it was some strange man out here in the back ready to rob her or even better to kidnap her. Anyone but him, the man that was out to destroy her life. But it seemed like the luck wasn't on her side and she came face to face with an Matteo Cortiano. The man who she was running from. A shiver ran down her spine causing her to jolt up straight in her step and spin around completely to face him.

Matteo looked dark, mysterious in his dark blue armani suit with a black shirt - complementing his dark aura even more. His hair's were disheveled like he had run his fingers wild through them but God that only made him look even more sexy. It was like a messy look done intentionally, but done so right. His gaze was intense and fixed right at her which caused her breathing to accelerate.

Though he looked like a GQ model right out of a photo shoot. He had no expressions on his face, giving nothing away. But his demeanor was enough to know his mood. He had his thick muscular arms folded across his broad chest. He was leaning casually against the side wall with his legs crossed over each other at the ankle.

Even though there was complete silence between them, Aria knew she was in so much trouble. Matteo looked like the big bad wolf patiently waiting for the three pigs to get home. But instead of three it was just one. Aria.

She swallowed nervously and tired her best not to show him how scared she was of him at that moment. But her feets involuntary took a step back. Her body was silently trying to put as much distances as her shaky legs would let her in between them. Or maybe if there was opening she planned to run away or back in the store and hide behind his mother, Rose and never come back.

But as the evil he was he knew what she was thinking "Don't even think about it princess." He warned her, his voice lethal as he pushed himself off the wall and walked slowly towards her.

He casually un-crossed his arms, slipped them into his suit pocket. Taking his time and not even once hurrying his action. And Aria couldn't decide if he was confident that she won't run away or he knew he could catch her even if she tired.

Matteo kept his eye on her, his prey. Not giving anything away and taking everything in. He was observing her, observing how her eyes widened and her pupil dilated with every single step he took in her direction.

Earlier today after Aria hanged up on him, Matteo knew his little mermaid was upto no good. But he never thought she was going to cause more trouble than good. He too didn't wanted to get married to her but now it was too late. The news was out and the invites were already distributed. Stepping back now from a promise, specially an announced official agreement would only bring shame to both the families. That was something neither one of Masello's or Cortiano's could afford. They would lose the trust of other leaders. They would lose their name in the inner circle.

The mafia world showed no mercy to anyone who made mistake. What they only cared about is how loyal you are to your words. Once the verbal promise was made, hands were shaken. There was nothing you can do to undo it. Even if it meant declaring war.

"Ma..Matteo" Aria said in a shaky tone. She sounded out of breath and scared. So she quickly swallowed down the lump in her throat and cleared her throat before speaking again. "Matteo what are you doing here? Are you following me??" She asked him trying to fake confidence and get angry at him. But even she knew she wasn't fooling anyone.