Mafia Marriage

Chapter 2

NATHAN'S P.O.V

"Nathan hurry up. We're going to be late don't you want to see your fiancé?", I heard my father Stefan Daxus yell. It would have been more accurate to ask if I wanted to meet her, to which the answer would have been no. I've met plenty mafia princesses and they are not nice to be around. The way I describe them sounds cliche and straight out of a movie but it's the best description there is. They are stuck up brats, that whine, need luxury and demand that their every whim be satisfied. So no, I do not look forward to meeting my fiancé. 

I have never met her. Apparently both our fathers were best friends and had arranged our marriage the minute she was born. For some reason I had just been informed of this situation. Her name was Jennifer Roselli and that's all I know about her. It doesn't make sense that our fathers are best friends yet we've never met. All of this is one big fucking mess that I don't need in my life right now with everything that's going on.

I stood up and grabbed my suit jacket then walked downstairs to see my father. He looked at me, then walked to the front door and waited for me to follow, which I didn't.

"I'm not going with you I can drive my own fucking car", I said. Seeing my father I saw a stupid smirk on his face, he was clearly enjoying this. 

I got in my Veneno Lambo and waited for my father's car. Yeah an expensive car but I'm rich, why not treat myself since I've worked for it? Besides a boss has to show his wealth and power. 

I put some music on and drove imagining the many scenarios that could unfold once I reached the Roselli's residence. For some reason nothing in the end was good. After an hour long drive we stopped in front of a mansion, the Roselli's residence.  

I stepped out of my car and walked up to the double doors and rang the bell. An instant later a maid opened the doors and led my father and I to a living room. Then we were greeted by Armando Roselli who seemed quite happy to see us.  

Then a woman came in smiling and offered her hand. "Hi I'm Sandra Nuñez" she informed us, then kissed Armando. The lust in his eyes was evident, I feared that he would rip her clothes off right then. Hopefully he could contain himself. 

Pulling me away from my thoughts I heard footsteps coming from the staircase. I saw a gorgeous girl heading towards. Me complimenting her looks means a lot because I've been with super models and seeing her makes them stand in her shadow. 

The girl , who I hope is my fiancé , looked at me with mesmerizing black eyes. If I'm going to be forced into an arranged marriage it better be to an eye candy. Like I said the boss needs to have the best and a woman like that makes a boss look good. 

I heard my father clear his throat and the girls beautiful face turned slightly pink. 

"I'm guessing this is your daughter right?", father asked Mr. Roselli. Had he not met her before either? Like I said nothing makes sense, they've worked together many times before. Armando was deep in the business. Before Armando could answer the beauty before us confirmed our suspicions. 

"Yes I'm Jennifer Roselli", she said in a beautiful soft voice. 

The lady, Sandra, clapped her hands loudly and said, "Dinner is served shall we go eat now?". We simply nod and follow her to a grand table.

Sandra, told each of us where to sit no doubt everything had been planned to make the meeting go smoothly. Mr. Roselli and my father sat each at one end of the table, Sandra sat close to Armando. Lastly she predictably made Jennifer sit next to me to which I silently thanked her for.

"So when will the wedding be?", my father questioned Armando. He coughed and Jennifer had a surprised face which confused me for a second. This will be fun. 

"Dad, are you and Sandra getting married?", Jennifer asked while looking at her dad completely exasperated. My own father stared at her then looked then glared at Armando who was terrified by the stare he was getting from him. Like I said this was going to be fun. 

"You haven't fucking told her, have you? ", my father question with a tone laced with anger. I smiled and looked at Armando who seemed to be at a loss for words. He had to have expected this situation. 

Jennifer and I just sat there quietly. She then stood up, "Stop. Who is getting married? And why wasn't I informed". Seemed to me like she knew exactly who was getting married but needed confirmation to freak out.

My father stood up too and said clearly, unfazed by her outburst, "Jennifer you are getting married to my son Nathan, now sit down." 

Her deep noir colored eyes widened in shock, she looked like a deer caught in headlights. 

What a nice dinner.