Vendetta

CHAPTER 6

"This is Lucas Vennetti?" I asked my father.

Oh my God, the man who tortured me for months is my future husband, there is no way I will marry him.

"That's him." My father answered. Why, of all the men in the world, it must be him. Earth open.

"Lucas, thank you for helping my daughter, it means a lot to me. I'll leave you two to get to know each other better. Alison, we're at the table, don't take long." My father said and went outside.

They are messing with me.

"Alison..." Lucas began to speak, but I cut him off.

"Listen, there's nothing in this world that will make me marry you, forget it. I won't get to know you because I already know you enough, and you're not a good person. You did so much bad things to me."

"I know I hurt you, but I want to change for you. You'll be my wife, because that's the deal." He answered me.

I feel sick when he tells me that I will be his wife. He can forget about it, the very thought of living with him makes me sick.

"It is an agreement between the two families, and unfortunately for you, it cannot be broken."

"Please, I don't want to be with you, I can't do that. Do something so that we don't get married. If we agree together that we don't want to get married, we can certainly do something to break that agreement. I can't live with you. You will find a girl for yourself , who cares for you, and I, a man who cares for me." I tried to cheer him up, maybe this works.

"Are you fucking kidding me? I don't want any girl if it's not you. I want you and you'll be my wife." We'll see that.

"I won't!! I don't want to! Stay here and argue with yourself, I'm leaving, all that agreement is bullshit." I got up from the bed, took my things and my suitcase and headed for the door. I just came to Italy and I can't wait to go home.

"Stop!" He shouted, I immediately shook, but I didn't show him that I was afraid. I kept walking.

He started walking behind me, grabbed my arm and gently pushed me into the door. I looked into his eyes, and for the first time I see tenderness in his eyes. I admit that he is perfect with his short black hair, scary green eyes, body tattoos, and just his body, he is really handsome.

"Can you let me go." I asked him, while I was still patient.

"On one condition." Now the madman also sets conditions for me.

"Tell me, what is the condition for you to leave me alone."

"May I kiss you?" I opened my eyes wide when I heard his question, I don't even know how to react. Is he serious.

"I... listen. I think that, uh...."

"Please." He's begging me, it's happening. What can go wrong. I'm finally going to be free.

"Kiss Me." He didn't wait a second, our lips connected. It's been a few seconds and he's such a good kisser and his lips are soft. What am I thinking?

"Mmmm." A moan came out of me. When he heard my moan he moved away from me and looked at me all satisfied, while I was raging inside.

"This is just proof that you like me." He cheated. How stupid I am.

"Fuck you."

"Don't worry, I will. See you, you can go." I looked at him angrily, slapped him and went out. He started laughing. What problem does he have? I have to get out of here while I have time.

I went to my father to tell him that I was going home.

"Dad, I'm going back to America, I don't want to be here. You enjoy yourself." He looked at me in wonder, because I know he feels something is wrong.