Perfectly broken

Chapter 6

Dante's pov:

When I land on Barcelona, two days later, I find a chauffeur already waiting for me in the private airport. I came here to discuss with Antonio the details of my wedding with Anastasia.

As expected, he accepted to give me his daughter. He sacrificed her to protect his territory. Having Galicia will allow me to have direct access to the rest of Spain. In that situation, attacks would happen easier and I can put track on his illegal business. He would rather die before allowing such a thing to happen.

During the drive to the mansion, where the capo of the Spanish mafia and his family reside, I contemplate the view through the window of the back seat. I haven't been in this city for over five years. It really has changed a lot. There are a lot more bars and casinos than I remember back then. They seem pretty prestigious. Anastasia is the one responsible for that part of the business. It seems like she is doing a great job after all.

I get my phone and message one of my men to check if everything in place. Of course, I wasn't going to step on the enemy's territory unprepared. There is a whole army in helicopters flying by the Spanish borders waiting for my signal in case Antonio has planned a trap for me.

Few minutes later, we reach our destination. The big gates open wide letting us inside. Once the car comes to a stop by the front entrance, the chauffeur opens the door for me. The housekeeper opens the front door for me and leads me directly to Antonio who he is supposedly waiting for my arrival.

As step into his office, I notice that no one is here.

"Where is Mr. Antonio?" I ask.

"He is not here, sir. This is Mrs. Anastasia's office. She will be here in few minutes." She replies politely.

I swear to god that the father and his daughter are trying to drive me crazy. Both of them seem not to miss a chance to mess with me. Why the hell didn't Antonio tell me that I will meeting his daughter instead of him?

I feel my blood boiling in my nerves. Fuck. Fuck. I wish I had something to smash my fist into.

I close my eyes. Calm down Dante. I mutter to myself. Remember that you will take revenge from him so soon.

I take a seat sit on one the leather chairs and I wait for her majesty to show up.

Few minutes later, the door is drawn open and Anastasia enters the room. My eyes are immediately drawn towards her like a magnet. Dio mio ! She looks more beautiful than I remember. This time, she is wearing a short pink dress, barely covering her knees, that highlights perfect her curves. Those fucking curves that every woman dreams of having.

I quickly erase all thoughts about her curves and I refocus my attention, then I say: "Do you always make your guests wait like this or I am the only one to have this special trait?"

"Come on its just few minutes. Don't make a big deal out of it. I had business on the basement to deal with." Business in the basement? My mind is drawn to what kind of business she could have being doing there.

No. I don't think she would do the things I think about.

She sits at her desk. I look at her face. There is a red stain on her face. Blood. I am certain that it is blood.

"Dante why do you keep staring at me?" She questions drawing back my attention to her.

"You have something red on your left cheek."

"Oh Its just blood. I must have been forgot to wipe it." She says running a finger over her cheek.

She was torturing a man in her basement. Damn. What type of a fucking woman am I going to marry?

She goes to her mini bar. She pours some alcohol for herself.

"Want some." She asks.

"Can't say no."

She gives me my glass. I bring it to my nose and I smell it. "Do you think that I will poison you?" She questions sarcastically.                                                                                                                                              "Never can be so sure." I say.

"Trust me, If I wanted to kill you, I would have already done it and you wouldn't be sitting here right now."

"You wouldn't dare to do it."

"Try me, Mr. Dante." She challenges me.

To be honest, I didn't expect her to be in such a situation. I thought that she would spend the whole day crying in room like any other princess mafia would do if they were in her position. Yet, here she is like nothing happened.

She doesn't seem forced to be trapped into a marriage with me. Maybe she is accepting her fate for the sake of her family.

"Enough loosing time. I don't have the whole day to spend here. We need to discuss the wedding planning." I say.

"Few minutes of waiting, are not going to end your life." Her blood coldness is killing me.

"Do you have to comment on every single thing I say? Will you always be a pain in my ass?".

"I think so, yess. I really enjoy pissing you. Plus, dear future husband may I remind you that you are the one who wanted to marry me or have you forgotten?"

"And you accepted to marry me. You could have declined my offer. Couldn't you ?" She doesn't answer me.

We keep staring at each other. Her brown eyes sending flames in my direction.

I finally break the silence and say: "I have only one condition that all the traditions will be followed. At the end, this a marriage between a Don and the daughter of a Capo and we I can't let my people think even the slightest that this marriage is fake.

"First of all, we need an engagement party." I say.

"I agree with you." She agrees with me. "Gracia Dio, see eye to eye." I say looking at the sky. (Thank god, Italian).

She rolls her eyes at me, then she asks: "What date are you thinking about?"

"Next Saturday." I immediately reply. "Let me check my agenda to see if I am free" Is she kidding me? Un-fucking-believable.

She gets her a phone and unlock it. I extend my hand towards her and get the phone out of her hold. "It will be held Saturday. I am sure clear my schedule. Now, let's come to the wedding    day. "

"After two months" I shake my head to refuse. "Next month?" She enquires.

Actually both options are convenient. But, I can't give her the satisfaction of agreeing with her.

"What do you propose so?" She asks leaning back on her chair. "After two weeks."
"You can't be serious ?"

"Yes I am."
"Are you out of your damn mind ? It is impossible to plan a huge wedding in just one month."

"It is totally possible."

"Since we agreed on everything, I will leave. Can't stand sitting here anymore." I say as I raise from my seat and I button, out of reflex, my suit jacket.

"As if I am the one enjoying your company."

We stand each other for twenty minutes. How the hell will be able to share a house?

The problem is In the mafia, there is no divorce. Unfortunately, we don't have such a privilege.

I am stuck with her forever. A lifetime with her seems like hell.

But, a feeling inside me tells me that I will enjoy breaking her hart little by little for a long as I live.

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