Love & Affinities (18+)

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SOFIA MARCELLO 

"Are you crazy? I'm married!" I exclaim just as the maid leaves. 

"You let her escape, so now deal with it. And about your fucking marriage, I don't think you'd care that much would you? It's like stepping back into the same role, fucking both the brothers." Before I can even stop myself, I slap him hard. 

He looks taken aback but chuckles. "Truth slaps hard, doesn't it?" He runs his fingers across my collarbone and I slap his hand away to mask the shiver that ran through my body. But to no avail, he notices. 

"I want to speak to Ronan, first about this. He has something important to tell you. You know what, leave him. I'll tell you." Just as I'm about to explain the entire story, Ares comes inside without knocking. 

"We've located her but I doubt we have much time to get her back. We can't do much considering she's carrying a Russian's child. It's the second-in-command's." 

I was screwed. I'd happily marry him but Alex getting to know that I'll be marrying someone apart from him would anger him even more. 

"Ad, you have to let me explain. It's dangerous for everyone if I walk down the aisle and what about your contract?" I ask, frantic. 

"The contract is what makes all this easier. I am to marry the heir, the eldest which is you, Sofia." He takes the dress and places it on the bed despite my protests. 

He hands over the makeup to the makeup artists that had come for Samantha. 

"But, Ad-" He cuts me off by placing his index on my lips. 

"We'll talk later. Get ready," he inches closer to my ear and I inhale his soothing scent, "My bride." My breath hitches. 

He leaves me stunned and I take notice of the dress I am dressed into. It's the one I was looking at in the magazine on his office desk. It's ethereal unlike the moment. The lace molds perfectly to my skin. 

It shows just the right amount of my skin and my eyes tear at the sight. The makeup artists take my hair and put it into a beautiful low bun, with a princess braid and curls hanging out from the front. 

But it's when they put the veil on my head I realize what's actually happening. I'm getting married to the man I really love not under the best circumstances but yes, I am getting married to him. 

I don't realize when I have been walked out to the door that leads to the aisle. I was supposed to be standing across him, by the bride. And now, the tables have turned. 

My father comes into my sight and takes my arm. I don't think he has realized that it's not Samantha under the veil. He grips me and says, "You've been a good daughter, Samantha." And then the doors open. 

All I see ahead of me are the pale pink flowers that decorate the aisle and so many people of the mafia society. Today, he will also become the capo officially. 

I walk down the aisle and see him in a new outfit. The black wraps around him like a dark aura, with the pale pink flower contrasting against his breast-pocket. The ink from his tattoos linger from the white shirt he adorns. 

And when my eyes make contact with his blue ones from under the veil, I tingle at the sensation. I don't even realize that we've reached the end of the aisle and that I am being handed over to the devil. My devil.