The Darkest Shade Of Black - An Arranged Marriage Dark Mafia Romance

CHAPTER II: The Providence.

"Providence is wiser than you,
and you may be confident it has
suited all things better to your
eternal good than you could do,
had you been left to
your own option."

― John Flavel

Bishop City University's Theatre chairs are uncomfortable as fuck, a renowned institution like this should have better fucking chairs.

The cushions are too hard, even the color is a dull shade of brown.

At least the carpet is nice and soft. The vibrant red curtains are currently hiding the thrust stage, which is higher than the first row of seats, its floor, a shiny light wood, peeks out of them.

The lights on top of the audience are out, and they have gone silent as we wait for the next musician to make an appearance.

Her name has not yet been announced but I know it will be her. Her name was the last in the program, the one which I didn't even bother getting.

I have sat in these uncomfortable chairs several times over the last three and a half years. Sometimes she sees me, sometimes she doesn't.

When she does, those big brown eyes flash with a mix of fear and anger. But when she doesn't see me, I simply delight in the music her hands make and the way she relaxes as she scans the crowd and deems it threatless. It makes her even more beautiful.

I wait, as I've done so many times before, for the girl in black, with hair forged in fire to play the devil's box.

The sound of heavy footsteps approaching has my back stiffening and my right hand slowly moving to the left side of my ribcage, where my gun is secured to the holster.

When they start to slow down I quickly look to my right, I'm at the begging of a row of chairs with only an empty one to my right, on which I have left my briefcase, and what I see surprises me.

Riccardo Capone is standing there, a scowl on his face, blue eyes shining with anger and a bit of concern. His dirty blonde hair is as unruly as his sister's.

He takes a look at my hand under the jacket and raises his eyebrow, I shrug in response.

He, too, is wearing a three piece suit, but his is a shiny deep green, with the ever present blue rose in his pocket. He picks my briefcase and practically throws it at my feet, I bite the inside of my cheek so as not to laugh.

Unbottoning his jacket, he sits down.
Scowl still in place, and late, once again.

I rest my arm on the armrest and turn toward the stage.

Riccardo exhales loudly and begins to tap his fingers against the armrest.

I stare at the red curtains, willing them to open.
When his foot joins his fingers, I want to punch him. Instead, I slightly loosen my tie. It has been at least five minutes since the last presentation. She should fucking be here.

His noise reaches a crescendo, and after three seconds of silence I think he's stopped, but no. He resumes his annoying tapping.

I turn to face him and snap: -Would you please shut the fuck up, Riccardo?- See? I was nice.

He opens his mouth to say something, but the MC cuts him off.

I smirk at him.
Ok, not so nice.
He glares back, but he is no longer making that horrible noise, and I am no longer thinking of killing Riccardo with a room full of witnesses.

-Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Alexandra Capone violin soloist, who will be playing the Violin Sonata in G minor by Giuseppe Tartini!!!!!!- the woman's enthusiastic voice blares from the sound system and the red curtains part revealing a seated Alexandra.