"Hm. Is he a friend of yours?"
"Yes."
Costa nodded, reaching his hand up to move a stray piece of hair from my face. "If you ever let another man touch you again, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"
He spoke so softly yet so ominously...
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What an arrogant son of a bitch.
First he disappears after he's told we're getting married - leaving me to listen to the preparations alone. Then, he turns up anhour and a half late to our engagement party.
Not only that, but he also claims he's not staying long.
Let's not even mention the looks I was receiving from him and his little band of followers.
Costantino was clearly the leader, which is expected since he was the eldest and the heir to the Sicilian Mafia.
The moment he approached us with his siblings and his twin cousins, I could feel all of them glaring daggers into my back. When I got up to follow my father to Mr Accardi's office, I came face to face with those five deadly glares.
The one who stood out the most was Rocco, Costa's youngest brother. He was 23 years old - two years younger than me. Rocco was the one who shoved me in New York when I refused to move out of their way in my drunken haze.
His family already hated me and we hadn't even finalised the engagement yet. Even before they arrived, Edoardo Accardi barely acknowledged me and neither did Costa's sister, Riviera. She spent most of her time tending to her daughter or socialising with the Accardi's extended family.
I don't think she even said hello to me. I just knew who she was because Damian knew everything about everyone in the Accardi family.
Anger coursed through my veins as we headed down some quieter hallways and then into Mr Accardi's office.
"This should only take a minute. Our lawyers have already drawn up the contracts so the two of you just need to sign them and it'll all be done."
"What are the terms?" Costantino's velvety smooth accent sounded much closer to me than I would have liked as we stepped towards the desk.
"The standard terms in every Accardi marriage alliance. Equal support between organisations - both physically and financially. Looser trading and shipping arrangements and long term commitment between the families in various ways." Edoardo spoke absentmindedly as he flicked through the contract.
"What about my company?" I asked.
"You can continue running it as long as it doesn't interfere with your duties to the Accardi family as Costantino's wife." My father gave me a small smile as if that victory was one to be celebrated.
Why do parents pretend to forget all about their behaviour and suddenly try to be friends with their child again? He's forcing me into a marriage for his own benefit and suddenly he thinks we're all friends again.
