Darkest Seduction

Aria

"What do you plan on doing for your bachelorette party?" Helen asks me as I brush my teeth in the mirror.

In all honesty, I hadn't thought about it. I didn't care to pretend I was happy about anything happening that related to the wedding.

I didn't care where it happened, what music played, what colour my bouquet was all I cared about was my dress.

I would have given a lot not to be marrying an egocentric psychopath, but even marrying Ares wouldn't stop me from making sure I looked beautiful on my special day.

I didn't see a point in pretending my appearance didn't matter to me, every girl wants to look breathtaking on her wedding day.

Especially because I knew you only got to walk down that aisle once. Divorce wasn't a thing in my world the only way you would find yourself single again is if your husband died.

I smirked at the thought, I wasn't entirely sure I would actively try and kill Ares but I knew for sure that if I found him bleeding out on the street, I'd look the other way.

As would he, I'm sure.

Helen coughs and I remember her question, "Go out to the bar with all my friends and...order some strippers,"

Helen raised her eyebrow, "You sure your fiancée would be okay with that?"

"Oh please he's probably going to have sex with ten other women for his bachelorette he can handle a stripper, it's not like I'm going to let them touch me I couldn't-"

I stop speaking before I tell Helen about what happened the other week when I met Ares for the first time, I felt bad withholding information from my sister but I didn't want her to worry about me. Or the fact I was getting married to a homicidal maniac.

I didn't judge Ares for his ability to kill someone. I hadn't killed anyone before myself but I knew there were a hand full of situations where I would be willing to take a life and sleep just fine.

But the situation in which Ares had killed didn't seem justified, it was petty jealousy and it ended up with two people dead.

But Helen didn't need to know that.

"He'll be fine," I say, before gurgling some mouthwash.

My sister shrugged and then turned to leave, I glanced at her in the mirror and I noticed as her hair fell off her shoulder I could see a purple blotch on her neck.

She walked out of my room and I reached for my lip balm and then it hit me.

That's a fucking hickey.

"Helen!" I screeched, running out of my room and down the hall.

She stopped in her tracks and turned around, "What?" She asked me alarmed and before I answered her I saw two of Papa's men appear at the bottom of the staircase gun's raised.

Dramatic much?

I leaned over the bannister, "Non c'è pericolo, ero solo emozionato perché mia sorella è così bella! Giusto?"

(There's no danger, I was just excited because my sister is so beautiful! Right?)

Helen looks at me weirdly and the two men lowered their guns muttering in Italian as they went back to whatever room they came from.

Yeah, that's right little shits don't answer.

"You see that's funny because you hooked up with Matteo," I say, walking over to Helen.

I had walked in on them about two months ago, he had her bent over the pool table.

I had blackmailed Matteo into not telling Papa when I snuck out of the house the following night to go to a party.