Forced To Marry The Devil In A Suit

13. Don't Look.

~~ Alessandro's P.O.V~~

"You can't do this, Alessandro! I married you to keep from any more bloodshed! Please don't do this." Katerina pleaded all the way home, begging for me to turn around, to take back what I said, but the thing is.. I want them dead. I want to watch the life slip out of their eyes. "Enough, I declared fucking war and that's what's going to fucking happen Katerina! I am not a man to fucking toy with so you can either be with me or against me but choose wisely because it'll cost you your life." I growl slamming my fist down against the dinning room table. I announced the war to my men who were more than happy to begin their training but Katerina of course had an outburst about it. "I should've known you wouldn't hold your end of the treaty, you're a fucking Morettie." she growls pushing her chair out with a loud screech against the floor before storming off. "Micalo." I snap letting him know to keep her on close watch incase she tries to leave the estate. I don't give a fuck who has to die, I just know I want to be the one to finish it. 

"We will begin training tonight Capo." Enzo says standing from the table with the others following close behind. "you should talk to her Sandro, you just tore apart everything she's been working towards. I know you hate when we get in between the two of you like this but.. she's a good girl who just so happened to fall in love with a man who hasn't had anything good in his life for as long as he can remember." Gio murmurs before walking off with the others leaving alone to finish dinner. Why does she have to be so fucking impossible?, why is she so fucking innocent and why can't I get this sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach go away? Why can't I get her cries out of my head or the fear in her eyes when she saw everything unfold in front of her? what the fuck am I supposed to do with a girl who makes me feel like im loosing my fucking mind? Things were easier when she wasn't around, when she didn't plague my thoughts and I could fuck anyone without having to worry about their shit..

I sigh laying my head back against my office chair with a groan feeling my frustrations begin to build with each passing moment. She hasnt come out of her room since dinner.. A good fuck could help clear things up but I don't think my wife is in a giving move tonight and lucky for me I made the dumb ass promise to stick to one woman.. Even if I did try to fuck someone else, I'd be picturing her the entire time and the way she would feel if she ever found out even now when I know she hates me with all her being. I know she thinks I'm a monster, but she has no idea who her father even was or why our sides went to war to begin with. She has no idea just how deep her life has been in this black hole of a world. Her father was a fierce leader, one who ruled years prior to her coming into the picture all the way up to their untimely demise at the hands of a man sent by my dear father who wanted control. Her father was a threat with the amount of power he held, and that sweet mother of hers was no saint either. 

The peace treaty was real contrary to what she believes, I did it because I didn't want to bother with such a small group so I decided to bring them on board, their weapon systems aren't bad but these Russian fucks never know how to keep their end of the bargain steady. Now I have a heartbroken wife, a war to prepare for, and I'm almost out of Bourbon. I shouldn't give a fuck weather she's still crying or not and I shouldn't want to make her smile.. I shouldn't hate the thought of loosing her.. I shouldn't be thinking about her right now when I should be training. "just a fucking distraction." I sigh downing the rest of my drink slamming the glass down on my desk nearly cracking between my fingers. "Sandro?" Micalo's voice comes through the door with a knock "What?" I call back to him not in the mood to hear any more shit today. "The Queen has requested to leave, she said that she's chosen her side capo." My heart begins to hammer against my rib cage with my anger boiling inside me but it's anger towards myself this time.