the dirty mafia

the meet~ chapter 1

Madelyns pov cYou were born into a mafia family, being the youngest child. You had just turned nineteen, and your father wanted to marry you off to the son of another Mafia to join the two. You and your family were now over seas in Italy to meet him and his family, and you hated it.

Sitting at an over the top restaurant by yourself, waiting on Theo, the man you've never met but are supposed to marry...

Madelyn was sitting at the table she was 5'4-5'5, long dark pin straight hair big eyes but it was because her glasses were really strong, she was and shy, anyone that walked by could tell that she was nervous she didn't want this marriage she didn't know anything about Theo, his age, height, personality

She sat there waiting on him, her eyes were facing her lap she was playing with her fingers she was nervous as could be

Theo noticed the nervousness but didn't care. He knew this was forced so he didn't plan on making it easy for her.
He leaned back in his chair and looked her up and down, his bright eyes taking her in but not finding anything to make him want her.

He sat down, he watched as she avoided even looking at him, playing with her fingers. He saw this as a sign of weakness, something he knew he could use to his advantage.

His dark brows furrowed, a scowl on his face.
"Is there a reason for not looking me in the eyes?" He asked you coldly.
"Or are you just always this pathetic?"

His eyes dart to your figure, sizing you up, before looking back at your face.

Madelyn looks up slowly she's about to say sorry but he cuts her off

His eyes study her more thoroughly, her face, body, how she moves, how she talks.
He couldn't figure out much yet, from the few things he's seen though...he could already tell she was shy.

"You're really quiet, you know that?" He asks her, folding his arms on the table.

"Why are you so nervous?" He asks her, cocking his eyebrow at her while he leaned closer.
He wanted to keep her nervous, she was easy to control when she was frightened but he also wanted to see if he could get more out of her, see how she thought when she's nervous.

"Is it because you've never been around a man as handsome as me?" He said with a smirk.

Madelyn looked up to see and handsome man she can't lie he was very attractive but that didn't make her want to marry him

He saw her looking up at him and it seemed to satisfy him.
He had a very charming but mean-spirited smile, his emerald eyes flickering back down to her figure before back up to her eyes.

"you are Madelyn, correct?" He asks her, raising an eyebrow and leaning even closer towards her, his face was only a few inches away from hers while still sitting down.

she finally speaks her voice is addicting "ye..yes I'm Madelyn" she stutters out "and you are Theo?" she asks

He smirked, leaning back in his seat slightly after hearing her voice.
It was cute, he could hear her nerves in there.
"Yes, I'm Theo Mancini. I'm the soon to be heir to the Mancini Mafia."
He says with a self-satisfied smirks, the dark color of his eyes flickering with something else as he spoke.

Madelyn looks back down to her lap playing with her fingers again Madelyn was shy she didn't speak much * Theo could hear here tapping her foot on the ground*

He couldn't help but try to see if he could fluster her anymore, the fact that he knew she was so nervous and shy around him made his ego inflate.
He chuckled, looking away from her for a moment when she tapped her foot on the ground...his bright eyes flicking back to meet hers.
"You're really scared about this whole arranged marriage thing, aren't you?"

Madelyn nods her head a bit she was quiet

He smirked and leaned forward again, now inches from her face again.
He couldn't help but feel a spike of heat in his gut, how cute, innocent and shy she was...oh how he wanted to ruin her.

out of nowhere Theo grabs Madelyns glasses right off her face she was confused and scared she couldn't see anything

He smirked, her eyes were so pretty without those thick glasses...he could see himself getting lost in them.
He put the glasses in his pocket and leaned back in the seat, his eyes still fixated on her.

He couldn't help but feel a strange...tingle in his stomach.
Just looking at her brought him so much satisfaction, he was getting high off her innocence and fear.

she quietly said "can..can I have my glasses, please"

His eyes never left hers when she spoke.He sat there, in silence, contemplating the request.He could see the fear in her now, how afraid she was without her glasses.He was playing a dangerous game, but he was liking it.

"Why should I?"