Confessions of a Mafia

Chapter Seventeen

Becca

The ancient cathedral with a palatial hazelnut carpet adorned with wide arrays of beautiful blossoms in different hues, the ceiling and pillars of which are craftily styled in perfect artistry whilst the sun rays glowed through the wall length vintage windows affixed to the Italian acreage.

Or...

The breathtaking view of Eiffel Tower at night when the countless stars are shining bright coupled with the colourful flashes of fireworks which lights up in the glacial sky.

Or...

The white sand which is sprinkled alongside of the azure Caribbean seas, the amber luminescence of the late afternoon beam is blending exquisitely with the cool breeze, basking on the stunning scenery as the water expanse meets the glittering horizon.

And...

A charismatic young man who wears a million dollar smile which would definitely melt anyone's heart including mine as he bends down on one knee to profess his undying love, offering a glinting diamond ring as a sign of his eternal commitment.

If someone would ask me what would be the ideal proposal, I would undoubtedly choose one of these three scenarios. Growing up in a sheltered environment, I have pictured myself being in these romantic situations too many times to even mention.

And yet, the universe has its own humorous way which immensely surprises us. There is no uttered vow, no engagement ring, and obviously, no handsome man who is kneeling down in front of me. Nevertheless, Freen's perilous confession was the most idyllic and erotic declaration of love which I never would have imagined to ever receive in this lifetime. I am not expecting this nor did this even cross my mind. Hence, I am totally dumbstruck.

Her impeccable eyes held mine in an expectant gaze which rendered my heartbeat into a frantic state. Should I say yes? Was her question even answerable by yes or no? Or was it even a question to begin with? My brain suddenly short circuited as I stared at her with astounded eyes.

"You want to marry my sister?" Richie's voice echoes in the air, his tone was laced with pure sarcasm.

"Yes."

"Then how will you deal with Sebastian?"

My curious orbs swayed back and forth to both of them. They are darting deadly glares at each other. My brother's query however, quickly quenched the blazing rhapsodies of butterflies which erupted deep inside of me.

"I have my ways." Came Freen's brief and mysterious response which made me anxious.

"If you intend to marry my sister, then you should at least apprise us about your plans. We do not want Becca to be caught in the middle of the crossfire caused by you and Sebastian Grimaldi, do we?"

"Of course. I'll advise you as soon as I ironed all things out."

"Hopefully, you'll be able to make it happen before my sister's engagement day!" My brother said crisply, then he looked at me when Freen didn't respond seconds later. "Pack up your stuff now, you will be staying again in our home as part of the truce."

Shocked, I blinked at him and opened my mouth, but closed it after a second, unable to process the information. Richie's thick brows furrowed as he stared at my immobility.

"Sebastian went to our place this morning and gave his apology regarding the assault of his family member to you last night. He provided a peace offering, but dad requested for your presence in our home instead until the day prior your marriage." He explained with a calmer expression when I didn't budge. 

My brother's eyes gleam at the pleasant news, yet here I am, saddened by the knowledge of what has taken place in the Armstrong Estate earlier. Going back to my previous home could only mean that I would scarcely see Freen moving forward. The thought alone depresses me more than the consequences of what I'm about to say to my awaiting brother.