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

CHAPTER VII: A Choice To Live.

You cannot defeat darkness by running from it, nor can you conquer your inner demons by hiding them from the world. In order to defeat the darkness, you must bring it into the light.
-Seth Adam Smith.

It's official.
I am a Capone.

Capones hold grudges for as long as they live.
I have never been very good at it, succumbing to my affection for those who did something that hurt me. I ended up talking to them within the day.

It's been three days since I spoke to Dick. It's actually been four since I didn't speak to him the day of the Great Catastrophe.

That's what I've been calling it. Kiara would say I'm officially a Bishoper. Because I'm giving stupid names to stupid things.

And, my conversations with Eddy have been strictly limited to monosyllable responses.
Or grunts.

I walk into Bella Vita, scanning the bar and tables.

I recognize the familiar pale blonde head in one of the tables, I approach it, her head snaps up, and she smiles at me. Grey eyes peek at me, and when she tilts her head to the side, her hair -that just barely reaches mid neck- sways.

"I don't know how you braid that thing," I say as I sit down on the chair opposite to her.

"Me either." I reach for the steaming cup in front of me, "Maybe it magically braids itself." She bites a croissant.

I hum as the warm glory reaches my tongue, as promised we're "hanging out." Which in my life consists of having a cup of coffee in a silent corner of a nice little coffee shop.

"How's the plan going???" I ask.

"It's going," She shrugs. "How's life treating the youngest of the all mighty Capones?" I debate how I should tell her, but there really is only one way.

"I'm getting married," I blurt when she's mid-bite. She literally chokes on the croissant her eyes go wide, and after a heavy gulp, she speaks.

"I thought you were single." she lifts an eyebrow at me.

"I am, I was, I am??!!" I splutter. "Father," I look down at my intertwined hands around the cup. "He arranged it."

"He what??" She asks, outraged. "Can I kill him?? I really want to kill him. " Her eyes gleam, and I'm not sure if she's joking or not.

"Who, the Father or the fiancé??" The word feels foreign in my tongue.

"Both. Let me at 'em girl." I laugh

"Even if I did say yes, which I won't," I quickly clarify. "You couldn't get away with it."

"I've gotten away with some shaddy shit of my own." She says it as if it's something to be proud of. She really is a child of the Pit.

"Not with murder!!!" I exclaim. Or at least I hope not.

"To who?" She doesn't bother answering my unspoken question.

"You wouldn't believe me, even if I told you,"

"You are going to tell me and when you do I am going to march to his door and break his face, because if you dont I'm going to break your father's face" I am torn between laughing and actually being a little bit afraid of her facial expression.

If we were talking about different people, I would probably be afraid for their lives.

I lean compleatly against the chair, elbow on the arm rest, and in the calmest voice I can, I slowly say; "Arturo Angelo" I watch as her face morphs from surprise to anger to shock and then finally settles on understanding. As if she knows all the secrets of the world, including how to save humanity. I'd wish she'd share them with me.