Differences

Chapter 1 - Luke

Again this chapter is also pretty long  but I would love it if you continue to read it till the end! 

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"WHAT!?" I exclaimed, the water from my glass slightly splashing over my fingers as I slammed the palm of my hand on the dining table where my whole family was seated. I fucking knew there was something fishy about the two of them right from the beginning of this week. But fuck, who knew they were preparing for a loveless marriage. 

"Someone needs to keep them in check. They're going rampage, and you, as the future leader of this world, you will be marrying their eldest daughter.", my father restated what I failed to understand the first time, simply as a matter of fact.

Me, marrying the eldest daughter of the fucking Italian mafia? No. Just fucking no. 

It's not like I'm fucking pussy or anything, I can kill a man with my own hands without thinking twice, but that woman, she was a nightmare in this world. Her ways of completing tasks were bloody brutal. Not something a young lady would plan and act upon. And definitely not someone to mess with. Besides I thought she would become the next don of her family. She was very much capable of it. But then again, they were true Italian's. They breathed in tradition. Women didn't really hold vital positions. At least not in the front line. 

"Of course, there will be a time frame until your official marriage and the wedding", my mother chimed in, thinking THAT can help me take in this information.

"And how long is that?" I deadpanned mockingly

"Your father and I were thinking possibly a year?" she replied, more like a question than a statement

"It was your mother's choice. Some bonding time or something. I really don't understand where the need for that is, but she insisted.", my father retorted

"So, Lukie is gonna get married" Noah snickered

"About time. When was the last time you interacted with a girl besides me and mum" Charlotte shared.

I swear those two were going to be the death of me. If not physically, then definitely mentally.

"Noah, Charlotte, we are having an important conversation. I expect you to be quiet" my mother snaps, but continues like nothing happened, "Ah, We're also having a family brunch this weekend with their family. You know, to give you some time to get to know her. Afterall, you're going to be engaged to her in two weeks and at the same time, she will be moving in with us.".

"Wait, wait, wait. First of all, I have a Very important meeting on the weekend. From the morning. Second of all, I'm going to be engaged to her in two weeks? And she's gonna live with us? You said I had a year, to get comfortable but we're doing all of that in two weeks?" I interrogate. 

The meeting I have this weekend was so important to me. It was my first task my father had given to me, that held such importance. I was to conduct this meeting and get a deal that's worthwhile. It was my first real steppingstone in my journey to become the next head of this family and the empire my family has built for generations. Plus, I did not want that women to be anywhere near me, much less in my own house.

"I'd much rather you be present from the start since this matter involves you directly but if it's really that important than just come after. I'm sure they'd understand. And yes, I did say you are given a year but that is a year till you marry and have the wedding. And I did explain that in the beginning. Luke, you have to listen. How will you do anything if you can't listen properly?" my mother accused and she was right, I wasn't listening. I was losing my shit.

"Did she agree to it? This . . . marriage?" I ask, not even important but I was curious.

"We're told that she would agree. I believe she wasn't given much of a choice" my mother explained.

"Was she the one who requested this?" I ask another, the thought made me grimace. I for sure as hell did not want her to be obsessed with me. That'd be fucking disturbing, but it seemed like something a mafia princess would ask for. 

"No, the marriage came down neutrally between both families. With mutual benefits if you like. They'd also probably want to know what's going on within our family through the girl. Remember, on the surface, this marriage is supposed to look pretty, but underneath, it's to keep them at bay. It's important you know that son, you'll be taking over this empire soon. And never trust that girl, and never speak more than necessary. You've heard the rumours. She's ruthless. Honestly, I'm gonna be scared to sleep in my own room when she moves in" he laughed the last line. 

Whether that was a joke or not, I wasn't certain.

She did seem like someone who would plan a family massacre, regardless of whether the family were mafia's or not.

But I didn't understand. I couldn't understand. I thought she was the fucking princess of the family. Someone who got what she wanted when she wanted it. Someone who did what they wanted to do just because they felt like it.

Not someone who acted like a robot that took orders . 

The two contradicting sides of her were fucking with my brain. Was she really who she presented herself to be? Or was I, making assumptions of her? I was probably going insane. And over a fucking psychopathic girl no less.

My father is right though, I shouldn't ever trust or fucking get close to her. 

Let alone love her.