Mafia I married

8

I feel like I'm dreaming. Anger goes through my body. I leave Ezra, to walk up to Jayden and the girl. I'm disgusted by the sight.

I tap Jaydens shoulder. The second he turns around I slap his face. "Fucking ass" I shout.

"Amelia?" he sounds shocked that I'm here.
What is he even doing here. I shake my head as I walk outside. Jayden following me like a lost puppy.

"Amelia wait it isn't what it looked like" he says thinking I would believe any word that comes out that mouth.

"I don't want to talk to you go back to your girlfriend" he grabs my arm.

"She meant nothing, no other girl did"
How many has he been with. God how did I ever like this boy. Oh my god to even think I had a crush on this guy for so long.

"What the fuck! How many girls Jayden. At least be honest to me" I say as I yank my arm from his grip. "4"

What the hell!
"Are you serious I've been away from you for 2 weeks and you have already slept with 4 girls?" I laugh out of frustration.
"You're a fucking joke." I yell.
"They meant nothing, and what about you? You got married in a day" he yells back.

"I had no fucking choice, I was forced to marry the biggest mafia in the world probably, and you have no right to question me!" I keep shouting at him. I liked him a lot but the feelings I have for him died today. I just want him gone.

It's like Ezra heard my thoughts because his guards comes up from behind and grabs Jayden by the arms. Making it impossible for him to escape.

Walking beside me is Ezra, only looking at Jayden. "Don't raise your voice at my wife" he warns.

"If she tells you to leave, you do, didn't you get it the first time?" Ezra says and I enjoy watching Jayden not able to move or talk. He's scared. As he should be.

Ezra takes out his gun then looks at me
"What do you want me to do with him love" he asks.
"Just get him out of here." I tell Ezra.

"I can't just let him leave" he says.
Before I can tell him anything else he pulls the trigger. The bullet going through his head. My hands go up to my face. He killed him.
"Why would you do that!" I raise my voice out of shock. I never wanted him dead.
"The solution isn't always killing" I tell Ezra as his guards drag Jaydens dead body away.
"I warned him and he didn't listen" Ezra says and we walk back into the building. I can't believe him.

I don't know who to be mad at right now so I try to let it be for now. I hook my arm in Ezra's as we enter the ball again. I'm so used to people getting killed this doesn't bother me. What does bother me is Ezra thinking killing is the only option.

***

I stay very close to him the whole night. Because the men here are very creepy. They stare at me like I'm food. Ezra stands up. "Where are you going?" I ask scared to be left alone with all these men. "To talk some business with people" he answers. I look around scared. I think he noticed because he says "stay close to me and nobody will touch you"

I follow him to a group of people. I introduce myself to them and just listen to their conversation.

Then a man stands in the center of the room, grabbing everyone's attention as he speaks into a microphone.
"Good evening, everyone" he says, scanning the crowd. "In a few days, there will be an event where you will show us just how good of a killer you are," he continues.

"The participants in this killing game are Claus Lopez, Isaac Wilson, Bill Henderson, Ezra Perez, and Harry Grey. You will demonstrate how cruel you can be." The crowd erupts in applause. These men are known to be some of the most brutal killers.

They will kill innocent people while the audience watches, almost like it's a show, similar to the Hunger Games.

My stomach churns at his words. The idea of people cheering for such cruelty makes me feel sick. I glance at Ezra, hoping for a flicker of doubt or hesitation, but his expression remains unchanged. My heart sinks.

When the night is over, we get into the car and drive away. The silence between us is heavy, filled with unspoken questions and growing dread. I gather my courage and ask, "So, you're going to participate in the event?" My voice trembles slightly, even though I already know the answer.

"Yes, I go every year, since I was 15" he replies, his tone casual, as if we're discussing a routine errand.

A lump forms in my throat. "But you won't kill innocent people, right?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper. I'm desperate for him to deny it, to give me some hope.

"This is an exception. I have to do it to keep my enemies away and maintain my reputation. It shows the world that I get what I want." he says.

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. I feel a wave of nausea and my hands start to tremble. "That's not right, Ezra. I don't want you to do it" I say, my voice breaking.

"I have no choice." he says, his tone final.

I turn away, staring out the window as the city lights blur past. My heart aches with the weight of it all. I feel trapped. The thought of him participating in such a horrific event fills me with dread and a deep, gnawing sadness.

***

The next day we went to their training area. A guy asked us for ID then we went inside. It's bigger than my training station. A lot bigger even. They have a gun, knife and boxing station. In the middle there is a fighting area. Where people fight each other.

Ezra walks over to where the guns are placed. He picked up one he likes and walks up to where he will shoot from. He points his gun to the humans made out of wood and pulls the trigger. He shoots a few of them and success to shoot everyone in the head. "Impressing" I say as I take walk over to get myself 3 knives from the table. I walk back and set my target. Pointing it at the wooden human in front of me. I throw all of the 3 knives. One in the head, second on the heart and the last one right where a dick is supposed to be.

"Auch" he says making a hurt face. "Diddnt know you could use knives" he says surprised. "What can I say I'm a natural" I say flipping my hair to the other side. A small laugh slips out his mouth. And for the first time we smile together.

"You really are something else" he says.