This story will take place in italy, your typical mafia king and queen but with a twist, they loved each other from the first sight but can't tell each other. This story will include a lot of sex scenes, a lot of roughness. It's advised to take care...
“Woah, this is literally my last night of freedom.” I tell my friends who are oblivious to the real reason of why I’m shocked. As far as they know, I’m gonna get married to a person that I've been seeing for a few months and that's it. What they do not know is that I definitely don’t know who the person I’m gonna walk down the aisle to is, and not even his freaking name.
What I do know, is that it’s for business, when my family needs help they can sure count on me to be there. The two largest mafias just need to unite and they happen to have a son. So, unless my brother is gay, this won’t be my last night of freedom.
Anyways, I need to focus on this race,so no drinking for me. I lock eyes with my opponent, a very handsome opponent, might I add, wishing he’s the one who I will marry, but that obviously won’t happen. I’m racing him? Don’t get me wrong, I can drive and I can definitely win him in his awesome black sports car and all, he just looks like the kind of person who’ll go soft on me or underestimate me cause I’m a girl, but I would like to win this match fair and square.
We roll both our windows down simultaneously, looking at each other while our engine roars and I hear my friends in the background running towards us, trying to get in the car. As soon as they’re in, I hear the sound of gunshots and I don’t hesitate to speed till I can’t see the start line nor my opponent.
I guess this is really the perfect goodbye to my single-hood.
I stare at myself in the mirror the next morning, this may be a fake engagement party but it’s my fake engagement party, who said I couldn’t dress up? The floor length red dress with spaghetti straps was definitely worth it, and the low deep V cut hugs my cleavage in every right way. I turn around staring at my back in full view, boy do I love dressing up.
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Hope this isn’t my last time as we all know that after today I’m moving to Italy tonight, I can't believe it, who knows what will happen? Will there be any kinds of torture? If yes, can it be the Christian Grey one please?
“Honey, are you ready?” My mom interrupted my thoughts as she knocks on my door. “Now honey, you know I’m very sorry, no words can express how sorry I am but his has to happen and if there was any other option, I would choose it over—“
“Mom, I know, we went over this multiple time, if it wasn’t okay I would definitely say something.” I cut her off in the middle of her rambling as we start moving down the stairs, I’m right behind her when I spot my opponent from yesterday but he doesn’t see me yet.I stop waking, his deep blue ocean eyes holding me captive, absolutely breathtaking, no other words could describe their intensity.
“Darling!” I hear my father calling.
“Yes,papa?” I reply cheerfully as I continue walking down the stairs, it is my engagement after all, so why not act the part? He starts introducing me to my soon to be in-laws.
“This is my lovely daughter Camilla, Camilla this is Mr. Alejandro and Mrs. Eleanor, Jake’s parents.”
“It’s a pleasure meeting you.” I say while shaking their hands and plastering a smile on my face, hoping it reaches my eyes. I can’t believe I’m getting married to him.
“And this is your husband to—“ I hear a strong voice cut my father off, walking towards me in large strides, making me feel things somewhere I definitely shouldn’t be feeling things. He stands in-front of me, only inches apart, holding my hand while bringing it up to his lips and places an open mouthed kiss on the back if my hand, igniting electricity all over my body. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Ms. Camilla”
“Please, just call me Camilla” He smirks.
“Please, let’s all head to the dinning room so we can have dinner and talk business.” My mom announces, directing us all to the so called room.
Everything goes well after dinner, everyone’s smiling, they genuinely seem nice and have no ill intentions. My friends even came by and met him.
I was alone on the balcony, having a moment to myself when I feel him breathing behind me.
"I hope everything is ready to go, as we need to leave at 12:00 sharp." He says with a stern voice.
"Of course, don't worry everything I need is with me." I say with a sad smile it was now 11 pm I had to say my goodbyes.
