La Rosa

Chapter 2: Him.

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I met at least 50 men tonight, and yet every man I met I could only think of one.
The man without a name. He just met me and seemed like he genuinely wanted to know why I was crying. Too bad he will never know. Curious mouse.

Not even my father of 20 years has given me that feeling.
Now that I think of it, I don't think my father ever actually liked me. Didn't love or care. I think he felt disappointment and hatred.

If only I was a son. God forbid a woman ran his mafia.
If that ever happened that would be the day that pigs fly and cats and dogs fall from the sky.

"Marianna," I get pulled from my thoughts by my father's voice. I hm in response and turn to him. We walk towards something and he says, "I want you to meet someone I think you will like." As if I haven't been doing it all night, but the certainty in his voice was what scared me a bit.

He takes me to the balcony and when I see the back of the man's body I realized who it was. The man from the bathroom.

"Dominic, nice to see you." He says and the name sounds familiar but I don't know from where. "I would like you to meet my daughter, Marianna La Rosa Sanchez." Introducing me as if he didn't catch us by the bathroom. I don't put a hand for him to shake or anything. He doesn't mind.  Just intrigued, like I said curious mouse.

" La Rosa," He says intrigued like everyone else. I roll my eyes at the name which he must've noticed because his eyebrows raise but he doesn't say anything.

"I'm gonna go get a drink but please you two talk, get to know each other." My father says as he has for the last 50 men. But still every time he does it I feel like a dog getting left a stray. That's when I remember, this is what my father wants for me to choose a man to marry.

I may say a lot of crazy shit but I promise this I. Will. Not. Get. Married.

"Why don't you like your name, La Rosa?" He says and I just turn my head and look off the balcony. I can sense he doesn't like getting ignored. "Okay, then why were you crying earlier if you're not gonna answer me?" He says and steps closer to me and I step back. I will not fall for this trick.

"I don't like La Rosa because.." I have two options I can lie or tell the truth.

"Because..." He pushes the question. And steps forward. I step back. I can tell the walls close so I say, "Because the whole reason I got the name was for beauty. I don't wanna be just that." I walk around him and back to the fencing of the balcony.

"I don't think of it like that," He finally says and stands right next to me. I finally stare into his eyes and their dark.

"What do you think of it then?" I ask and I genuinely am curious.

"Sure roses are beautiful and everyone wants to show them off but what you forget my La Rosa is that if you're not careful with them they'll prick you with those thorns they like to have." He says that and I feel like a weight just got off my shoulders. A new meaning than being pretty. I feel my cheeks heat up and I don't wanna see he won so I look down.

And see his hands. He has a tattoo. That's when I realize where I know him from.

Dominic Amer Demino
Not a curious mouse.
The devil.
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Dominic's POV

I'm obsessed. Not in love, the word itself makes me wanna puke.

I didn't think obsession was possible for a man like me especially over a woman but as soon as I saw her and heard her voice I knew I needed her.
And I get everything I want.

My La Rosa. I just need a taste. Maybe more.

When she looks back up I can something in her eyes, fear? "What is wrong La Rosa?"

"I will not marry you." She says and I didn't expect it to hurt so much. I didn't even think I wanted to marry her. I've killed many including my father and mother yet the words of this one woman hurt worse than all of it combined.

See what I mean by obsessed. Maybe she's like a drug, I don't love it just need it until something else interests me.

"Would you rather marry one of the fools out there?" I say and just slightly but noticeable she nods her head.

"But why's that? Why won't you marry me?" I reach to hold her, touch some part of her for reassurance that she's real. The devil himself can be obsessed? I guess. Love? No. I don't know what this feeling is but I do know one thing. She will be my wife. Whether she likes it or not. Maybe I'll do it just to spite her.

"I will not marry anyone especially a man like you." I smirk at the words she uses. A man like me?

"What do you mean a man like me?" I lean against the railing of the balcony. Even though she's insulting me I've never felt so content just listening to her voice.

" Dominic Amer Demino," My smile fades away and I know what she's about to say, "Demino, meaning Devil that's your street name right. You got it because of how many people you have killed. I will not marry a man with a reputation for killing people for making their tea order wrong."

"That was a one-time thing," I joke and she stiffens up.

"Are you serious?" She mumbles and looks scared.

"No but it was cute how you reacted." She relaxes, and I notice the mascara from earlier it makes my blood boil from just the thought of her crying let alone from another person causing it. I shouldn't be mad. I'm obsessed, not in love. Love is for the weak.

I see how she's still scared of me she is so I calm down. Later Demino, I tell myself. "If you don't wanna get married why are you here? This is like a find you a husband party. I'm surprised that wasn't on the invitation." I joke with her and even get a small smile.

"When you're a woman in my family you don't get a choice," She says and I ignore the guilt feeling I get for being the way I was earlier. "Either you marry or die. Only the sons get a title."

"You want to be a mafia boss?" I ask in shock she seems too nice to be a mafia boss like she would say sorry to someone after shooting them.

"No but having the option would be nice." She smiles fully this time but as soon she realizes what she's doing she stops. Cute.

"Marianna." I hear from behind me, her dick head of a father. She nods and walks away. As soon as I can't see her anymore I know what I have to do to have her. Take away the only thing she wants a choice.

I think it over for 6 minutes and 32 seconds and then send the text.

I'm sorry my La Rosa but if it means a lifetime with you I'm being selfish this one time.

After that, you get as many options as you want me to choose for you.

My La Rosa. Will soon be mine.

Just mine. To love. Give children. Help make choices. And especially to fuck and touch.
Just the thought of it makes me hard.

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hey luvss. Hope you guys liked this chapter it was kinda a filler again but the beginning will probably be a lot of fillers just to build up the plot.

sorry not sorry love slow burns.

until next time.....