ARON (A Mafia Romance)

~6~

Valentina's POV

"Ah, so this is Valentina Santos"

Everyone straightens up themselves as soon as they hear the voice.
I see a tall intimidating man looking somewhat like the older version of Aron, walking towards us.

Aron grips my thigh tightly under the table and I suck in a breath.

"Valentina Martinez. She's a Martinez now, my wife" Aron snaps glaring up at him.

I remain silent just like all the others on the table and watch the two of them, never breaking their eye contact with each other as if their fucking lives depend on it.

"Someone's getting possessive. I see" the man snickers.

"What the fuck is your problem, Father! You're the one who set up this fucking wedding. The least you and you all could do is give her some respect for God's sake!" Aron yells eyeing everyone at the table, and inaudible gasps could be heard across the room, I can't help but blush, never in my life, someone have defended me, so it's natural.

"Huh, I thought you were better than this Aron. Don't you get it yet?" The man who happens to be Aron's father says with a sigh while rolling his eyes.

Aron's eyebrows lift up in confusion while his face is still turned red with rage.

Aron's father shakes his head and throws his thumb behind his shoulder
"We need to talk about some serious shit then"

Aron's looks at me and gives my thighs a little squeeze for reassurance as if he's asking me if I would be fine.

It's a sweet gesture.

I slightly nod so Aron stands up and follows his father.

I hear everyone sighing in relief like each one of them was holding their breath for God knows how long.

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Aron's POV

I stand up from my chair and follow my father out of the dining hall.
He stops near the staircase and rests his back against the wall folding his arms across his chest, in an intimidating way. Sure I'd find it intimidating too only if I were 15 again.

"What was that?" He finally asks

"What was what?" I ask back clearly showing no interest.

"There in the dinner hall, what the fuck were you doing, defending that girl!" he whisper-yells pointing towards the dinner hall.

"First of all stop referring to her as a Girl for fucks sack she's my wife, thanks to you" I scoff "and I would have defended anyone who would have been in that place, wife or not, cause I still have some humanity left unlike you" I add.

"Whatever. Now listen to me, defend or care or worry about anyone but her. She should be your least worry. She's our worst Enemy, don't you ever start feeling something for her, she's dying eventually by you or if your coward ass won't allow you then by me I don't fucking care, but that's what it is all about, this marriage and all act" he says impassively

I stare at him in shock and open my mouth to speak but words just get stuck in my throat.

He sees my expression and scoffs.
"You really thought you were stuck up with Valentina for your whole damn life, didn't you? Oh, God. Then you don't understand anything if I'm right" he laughs. Not a laugh - laugh but a manic laugh by a villain in fiction. It takes me everything to not lose my composure and throw a punch at him.

"Alright listen, you know Cardan, Valentina's brother and not to mention our fucking enemy agreed for yours and her wedding because that coward dumbass was afraid he might lose his position to his sister. It was profiting us cause this way his mafia won't be a threat to us anymore. Now, we can wholly concentrate on destroying other Mafias. Which will make us more powerful and when the time comes we'll be stronger than Cardan's mafia but he won't do anything to us cause her sister is our family now, or that's what he'd be thinking. When we are powerful enough to destroy his mafia we will do and kill Cardan. Then Valentina would be of no use, she'll just be a liability and a danger to she would be wanting to take revenge from us for killing his only left family, his brother, so we can't keep her alive, we'll kill her" he explains everything never stopping once. He takes a deep breath when he completes, walking towards a table in the corner of the room and taking a sip from the already filled glass of water.

I start pacing to and fro the room digesting everything my father just said, 90 per cent of me wants to believe this is a brilliant idea, but that 10 per cent of my ego won't let me.

Of course, I'm known for my ruthlessness but I don't kill innocent people, my mom would never love the Aron, I've avoided becoming in the past years.

But I don't really have an option here.

This is it.

Valentina's death is inevitable.

And the Aron I've become just a few minutes ago doesn't give a fuck about that.
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A/N
Ayoo Ch6 enjoy;) *muah muah*
Sorry for the late update