𝐃𝐞𝐣𝐚 𝐕𝐮

𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 | 𝟏

A year later

Everyone has a purpose in life to keep them going otherwise they end it. Me? I live for the future, for when I take over my fathers mafia.

For the past year my father showed me the ways of business, ever since Ma's death, he's became more lethal and unapprouchable. After today's meeting with the mafia's most important men, father stops me before leaving, "You and I are going out for dinner tonight."

"Pass" I say walking to the door. My father never wants to go out for dinner if it isn't for business. My curiousity gets the better of me as I halt on my feet.

"Who we killing?" I ask without turning around. He chuckles deeply as if I was joking. "Vas a conocer a tu esposa." [Spanish: You are going to meet your wife]

I turn to face him, "Wife?" In a confused tone, we never planned this topic to be anytime soon so it must be new to him too.

"Octavia Armani Ibraheem, Daughter of Kareem Ibraheem. This marriage will hold ties of both our mafia making us unstoppable." Of course it comes back to him and his mafia, famila de sangre; the only way in is through blood and the one way out is through bleeding to your death.

I dont say anything partially because I know it's strictly for business as he said himself love doesnt work for us and mainly because no matter what I say James Lorenzo will always get his way.

"I'm not asking much from you, make this marriage last and your mafia will be well secured." clearly if he wants me married now, he's ready to hand the mafia to me, but am I ready? Yes.

I simply nod as I leave the premises, I head home to dress in a fine navy suit, if we want this proposal to seem real we need to fake it.

~~~

As expected, we meet in the fanciest resturant in Senzo Cove. It was only My father, uncle Jack and my cousin Ajax who sat next to my 15 year old sister Sofia.

Shortly the Jordanian mafia Family arrive in their modest middle eastern clothing. A woman in her late 30s wrapped her fingers around Kareem Ibraheem's arm as they walked before two young girls. The girls looked very different, one had straight dark hair and green eyes whereas the other one had curly light brown hair and hazel eyes.

Once we all were seated, we ordered our meals and introduced each other. My body was itching for a ciggarette though I told father I'd be on my best behaviour.

"So, Kareem my old friend I heard you had issues with rats in your empire." My father says trying to start conversation. "Ah yes James, it happened to be a man who was in debt of the Russian mafia, they are ones I never trust." His thick accent speaks.

They begin talking about business when Ajax budges his seat closer to mine.

"Why didn't you say no. You're still young X, this can't be right." My cousin whispers concered for me.

"It's for familia de sangres, I have no say in this." I remind him the dangers of going against the Mafia.

"Atleast, you're not getting with an older hag probably with a wrinkly pussy." He says attempting to lighten the situation.

I look at him shaking my head, this wasn't the place to make jokes. "Are you actually concerned about my sex life?" I question him pretending to be disappointed.

Ajax grins patting my thigh. "Of course I am. Isn't it tradition to take her virginity on the first night to have your kids? I'm just looking out for you." he says looking towards the Jordanian sisters, "Which one you putting the ring on anyways?"

"Honestly I dont know and I couldn't give two fucks." He laughs it off trying not to look so hard faced. Ajax has been by my side since birth, he's the only person who knows me inside out and I could trust, even then that dickhead pisses me off.