F*ck Off!

Am i entering a mafia?

Oh gosh, this is the week we're
supposed to get "married". No, this is going way too fast.
If I could pick, I would like to become an author, not be a side piece to some sort of killer. I mean attractive and attractive, I've spoken to him once, and we're getting married.
- Excited for your wedding tomorrow? My dad asked me. Oh. It's tomorrow. No way, I barely have time.
- Dad, I don't wanna get married yet! I told him. My dad stood up in his black suit staring down at me.
- Too bad, since you will.
  I could see he had already made his choice. My dad doesn't change his mind, I know that. Then he walked past me. I just stood there in shock.
  A few weeks back, I had a normal life, now I'm getting married to a mafia boss. F*ck my life.
  I was chilling when my dad came and told me to get up and come with him.
  - If you're getting married, you're getting married in a dress, he told me. 
  - No thanks, I said and turned around.
- Now.
  Agh. I knew I would have to come.
- Fine, i Said and followed him to his car. It was a black Lamborghini. I've never actually seen any of my dads property. Everything I know is that he owns multiple houses which he often goes to.
  - Get in, he demanded.
I noticed cars driving behind us.
  They were all black lambos, and the guys in them were all wearing black sunglasses. Haha, that's strange.
  - Quit the staring at my guards, my dad said. Guards? My dad has guards? Welp, they're funny looking.
  - They're extra protective when you're in the car, my dad explained.
   We arrived at the city, and I stepped out of the car, the lambos with the guards parked behind us, and some men in those black suits with their black sunglasses stepped out of the cars, the guards obviously.
  - Come, my dad said.
We went into this store where nobody was. Everyone was in all the clothing stores, except for this one. This one was empty, and we stepped in. I guess it was some sort of luxury store since the dresses looked really expensive.
  - Which one do you want? My dad asked. All the wedding dresses were black.
  - There aren't any white ones? I asked.
  - Pf! White dresses? No.
I guess I'll have to go with a black one then? I found one that i knew was my choice. It was so long and puffy. It had many layers and came with head accessory. This was the dress.
My dad walked behind me.
- This one? He asked and looked up at it.
- Yes, i answered. My dad grabbed it and paid it with cash. I saw where he grabbed the cash from. A suitcase.
Gosh. There was at LEAST 200k only in that ONE suitcase. I wonder how my dad got it. We headed back to the car and drove, right with the guards behind us. Idk how to explain it, but I liked the lifestyle. We weren't even heading home.
- I wanna show you my workplace.
A mafia workplace?! Say less! We headed to a f*cking mansion looking home. What the f*ck, my dad owns this? My dad really has secrets from me. We drove in the garage. The garage had red lights right over it with glass looking walls. Oh my god, my dad owns all this?
- Follow me, my dad said. We went in and all the furniture was pure black with hints of red, whoa. I was like- seriously impressed, also on how my dad has held this secret from me? It's amazing but also kind of creepy.
- it's fantastic, I said out of amazement.
- I know, he replied, - well, let's go back, he said quickly. I heard some noises coming from one of the halls. Like a scream. I was creeped out, so I followed my dad to his car, and we drove home. Now I was looking at my dad in a whole another way. I went upstairs to my room, but I still couldn't process this. My dad owns this huge ass mansion and has guards and i don't know, he has like 10 million CASH?
I was tired of all this new stuff, and went to sleep.