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

CHAPTER VI: Moral Compass

If your conscience objects, surely God also objects, since He is even greater.
-Henry Hon.

I have a code of honor, a moral compass beating in my chest, and although sometimes I ignore it, it doesn't mean I don't have it.

Right now, I'm ignoring it, I know I should let her go, let her live her life.
Be as free as she can be in this world.

But there's something about her that pulls at me, makes me want to have her, and never let go.

That's what I'm abiding by right now, instead of my code, and to a person like me who's always in control, it's disturbing.

I saw the way she freaked out when she read the contract and realized what was happening, what she was losing, what was being taken from her. And yet here I am, taking.

I almost lost it when she cut herself. It's obvious she doesn't do well with pain.
The way she whispers the words that bind her fate and then protectively hugs her hand.

It makes me want to rip somebody's heart out, but it also gives me peace.
Because now she is free, from her father at least.

"Very well. The wedding will be next month, preparations will begin immediately, your mother will tell you when you need to meet them." Narciso tells his daughter.

"I can't. There's mid terms coming up, and I need to be ready." There's a glimmer in her eyes that I can't quite place. "But please be sure to add something red, preferably not my blood." She spits.

She returns the chair to its rightful place. "If that's all, I need to be back at Bishop University in an hour" She stands up and I can see the indecision in her posture, her spine is straight, right foot planted behind the other.

As if she can't quite decide whether she wants to storm out or slam her father's head into the desk.
I vote for the latter.

Finally, she leans down and plants her hands on his desk, wincing as her right palm makes contact with the hard surface. I'm pretty sure she doesn't realize she's giving me a great view of her perfect ass. "Congratulations, Father. I never expected anything from you, and yet you still managed to break my heart." She whispers.

I watch as a cruel smile forms in his lips.
A dry laugh is her response.

She stands up, gently shaking her right hand.

Alex is now looking straight at her brother, and I know what she must be thinking.

She was betrayed by the one person she trusts the most. In our world, trust and loyalty are everything. They're that fine line between life and death.

Trust like that cannot be given or earned. It is forged through years of struggles and love and heartbreak and -at some point- common hatred.

She will not forgive him.
Not for this sin.

Not now.
Not ever.

She shakes her head, defeated.
Which makes me want to give her a semblance of peace, something to hold on to.

When she turns around, my eyes capture hers. "Put your house on the market, Edoardo, with wathever you profit, use it to search for a house in Bishop City, accommodations will be made for your wife within the next week, if you need anything else La Famiglia Angelo will provide for" I will honor my word.