ARRANGED MARRIAGE
"I will not marry anyone. I don't care if it's for alliance, because we both know we don't need it!" I hissed back. Our mafia was one of the most feared, if not the most. No one dared touch us, so why marry a man who cannot give us...
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If I wasn't furious enough at my father I sure was now. Sure I understand he wishes me to wear a dress, but this? You could barely call it a dress! The top was almost fully see through and the skirt was split at both sides. Both my legs were fully exposed.
I had to put makeup on several parts of my body to hide scars and marks my father had made. I was embarrassed over not being able to protect myself from him.
I stood in the mirror freaking out as my mother came into the room. Didn't knock this time. She gasped as she saw me.
"You look beautiful." She smiled. I gave her a angry look. "Did you pick this dress out?" I hissed at her.
She shock her head. "Your father did." Of course he did. I look like a fucking hooker. Well that's probably what he want me to look like.
"I have to change." I said and was about to take off my dress. "No, no there's no time for that. We're leaving now." She walked over to me and brushed a hand through my slightly wavy black hair.
"Hurry up so you can say goodbye to your brother." I sighed and followed her downstairs.
My father stood by the door waiting. My brother ran into my arms as I stepped down the last step.
"Be careful Katherine." He whispered into the hug. He was younger that me yet he towered over me.
"Always." I whispered back. "Hurry up Katherine." My father called from the door.
I let go of my brother and walked out after my mother and father. My heart started banging in my chest. I felt like I was going to throw up. I did not want this.
What if I just ran away. Jumped out of the car right now and ran for my fucking life. Started a new life in another country. Got a new identity and hid.
Who am I kidding. He would always find me. His men was all around the world. I had no chance against them, or him.
He knows me. Knows my weaknesses and strengths. Over the years of my childhood he always made sure to be there when me and my brother trained. He did so to know us. To know just what we could and couldn't do.
It was to use it against us. So when we didn't behave he could know just how to punish us. Just how and where to hit.
The car stopped outside a huge building. Not a house, but probably the meeting spot.
We all stepped out of the car and my father dragged me by the arm almost making me trip because of my heels.
"Behave. If you don't I will not second guess shooting a bullet through your leg." *Again* He forgot to add again—
His grip on my arm was so hard I yelped in pain. He let go and I saw a red spot appear on my arm.
I tried hiding my arm behind my back as I walked into the building after my parents.
We walked inside what almost looked like a ballroom, except it was empty. We must have arrived first.
My heartbeat was quickening and I was struggling to keep my breathing normal.
I do not want this-I do not want this-I do not want this
I've never believed in any sort of god before, but if that's what it takes to stop this I'll gladly do.
I believe-I believe-I believe
Save me-Save me-Save me
I prayed inside for any sort of savior from this. But it did not help.
The doors on the opposite side of the room from us swung open and out walked two men.
I didn't want to guess who was who before they introduced themself. My chest was raising and lowering too fast. Almost like I had just run a marathon.
"Richard Crimson." The oldest of the two men introduced as they stopped in front of us.
"Baron Lopez, it's a pleasure." My dad said. "This is my daughter Katherine." As he spoke my name I finally dared look up entirely.
I swallowed hard as Richard looked me up and down slowly. Too slowly which was making me uncomfortable. I think it showed. His eyes stopped on my chest before they went back to my father.
"Silas Crimson." He finally spoke. His voice deep and husky. I looked up at him. Yes up. Because he was very tall. His dark brown hair was smooth and little strands were hanging down his face. I met his gaze. Those hazel eyes of his were glued to mine.
My father was speaking to his, but I couldn't care to listen.
I held his stare not wanting to show weakness by looking away. His face was utterly blank. Not one emotion to be seen. He was indeed cold as ice as everyone said. At least from the looks of it.
It was all very intense and before I knew it I was being walked out of the ballroom. But not in the direction I came from.
My heart sank as I looked back and saw my mother and father leave me just like that. My father, sure I would have expected it from him. But my mother. I would at least have thought I would get a last hug from her.
Authors note:
Sooo what do you guys think of Silas?
Do you think he really is as cold as ice as everyone says?
Read next chapter to find out;)
Quote: You walked away far too easily for me to believe it was ever truly love.
