Unconditional Love

Chapter 1- Dominico's POV

Dominico's POV (two hours earlier)

It was again Friday night and there she was at the bar ordering her usual, a manhattan with an extra shot of whiskey. She would drink, dance, sing, and shout all night every Friday and Saturday, grinding on man to man. some would call her a whore or slut but not if you look close enough. She's the opposite of one. In the years I have been watching her she has never gone home with a man or woman. I have been watching her since 4 years ago when she beat the fuck out of a guy when she caught him drugging a girl. Of course, I kicked him out because I'm the owner of this club and I don't tolerate rape or any sort of sexual assault. but throughout these last years, she's caught my eye and whenever I see her it's like I get enchanted by her beauty. but it's not just that. I can tell she is holding something back, she's keeping something to herself and I don't know what it is in me but I need to find that out. It's like I want her. No. I need her. I need to have her. Not just for one night. I need her for the rest of my life. My phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. I pulled it out of my pocket and glanced at the caller ID. Of course, it was my father. I answered him and of course, he's already shouting at me.

"Figlio, dove cazzo sei? So di averti detto, cazzo, che abbiamo un incontro molto importante a cui partecipare!"

"Son where the fuck are you? I know I fucking told you that we have a very important meeting to attend!"

"Padre sì, me l'hai detto, ma quell'incontro non è fino alle 9:30 del mattino."

(translation: Father, yes you told me but that meeting is not until 9:30 in the morning.)

"l'incontro è stato anticipato. è tra 15 minuti. Ci vediamo qui."

(translation: The meeting got moved up. It's in 15 minutes. See you here.)

Dominico's POV(now)

After my father hung up the phone. I knew I had only 10 minutes to get there. So I quickly grabbed all my stuff from my office and decided to tell Rick, my bartender, that all the drinks that she drinks are on the house. Once I got to my car I quickly jumped in not even thinking about putting my seatbelt on and drove away. I got to the main house and ran to the office room. I opened the room to my father and 20 other men. I sat down at the very end of the table opposite of my very grumpy father. And decided that I wanted to start this meeting.

"Now someone please tell me why we moved the meeting to..." I glanced at my silver Rolex on my wrist, it showed the time 3:26 am.

"3:26 in the fucking morning." I finished

"Son don't complain you were awake running your club anyways." My father replied

"Yes I was, but I was busy doing something."

"More like doing someone, but let's get to business now."

"Dominico, how old are you now?"

"23 and what about it".

"Well, the other mafia leaders and I have decided that you need to marry."

My eyes widened but my face stayed emotionless. I knew that I would have to marry but not that my father had to choose.

"You will be marrying the daughter of the Spanish and French mafia, we need this new alliance because as you know the Russians and the small gangs inside Russia have ganged up and are now a huge threat to us. There is no out, and there is no way you will not be accepting this marriage."

"I'll do it". That's all that could come out of my mouth at that moment.

"Well, then the meeting is done. Here is a portfolio of information about the woman you will be marrying." father said as he handed me this folder with a lot of paper in it.