𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 (𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆)

3

The Bride
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I ran out of the office as soon as possible though Mamá and Rossi continued talking business.

I couldn't handle being in there anymore.

It suddenly came to me that I was going to become a member of the Rossi family, the same family I had despised ever since I joined the world of the mafia.

It's concerning to think that Mama was standing right next to them, allowing it to happen. She hated the family as much as I did, but to get out of the situation alive she had to do something.

And that was giving her only daughter up.

As much as I wanted to hate her for doing this to me, I understood. Because she was making sacrifices, and not only will those sacrifices benefit her and the mafia, but they will also benefit me. I just haven't figured out how.

I ran to about half the staircase when a voice called my name behind me.

I turn around to face an out-of-breath Antonio, staring back at me. Although he was tall and well-built, you could tell he was out of form.

The muscles he had were just accessories, used to make him look more appealing. My eyes search his face as he walks closer to me.

Slowly, my shoulders tense as I reach for the dagger hidden in my back pocket, Just in case he tried doing something.

Although I didn't think he would do much, as he couldn't even run fifty meters without getting tired.

"Listen," he starts as he reaches the same step as me, "I know you and my brother aren't the best of friends-" I cut him off with a scoff and an eye roll, but he continues, "But I'm not like my brother. I swear I'm a nice guy."

The problem was I didn't do nice guys.

They weren't my cup of tea. I preferred dominant, aggressive men who could put me in my place. Men that could handle me.

He seemed like nothing of that sort, and even though right now he was trying to be 'a nice guy friend' I knew that later on he would want to be more, and I wouldn't allow it.

I put the small knife back into my pocket, now seeing that he is mostly harmless, and even if he tried doing something, I figured out how to beat him.

My thoughts get cut off by Antonio once again, "I hope that we can, at least, be friends." His voice was sincere and I noticed he was holding my hand.

I just nod, slip my hand away from his, and head to my bedroom. He doesn't look like he's coming after me either, as he turns around and walks back the way he came.

I finally reach my floor and lock myself in my room, hoping to never leave.

Usually, Sof and Enzo would wait for me here, asking for any news, or just here to hang out.

But this time I couldn't find Sofia rummaging through my closet to try on different dresses I keep there, and Lorenzo wasn't sitting at my desk going through the paperwork that I didn't have time to do myself.

I close the door behind me and slide down to sit on the floor. My back is pressed against the cold dark wood as I hit the back of my head a few times.

A warm tear traces my pink cheek as I close my eyes in defeat.

I was all alone.

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