My Mafia Man

Jenni POV

"FUCK NO!" I can't believe him. My father wants me to marry some random man I've never even met. He most likely is 20 years older than me with a beer gut. "You will do as I say Jenni". I stormed out of my fathers office and slammed the door.

Let's backtrack a little bit. My name is Jenni Nolan, and my father is Jeffri Nolan, the boss of the American Mafia. From the moment I was born I knew that I would be married off as soon as I turned 18. I manage to avoid it for 3 years but the day after my 21st birthday, my father called me into his office. I knew it wouldn't be good, he avoided bringing me anywhere near his mafia work and he had a very strict rule around the house: all mafia talk takes place in his office and ONLY his office. So now here I was running in our home gym trying to take my mind off of the inevitable. I ran for an hour and a half before I decided that I couldn't go anymore. I went to my room and fell on my bed. I fell asleep almost instantly.

When I woke up, I felt a sense of dread and for a moment I wondered why it was there but then I remember, today is the day I am meeting my future husband. I woke up and put on a knee length black dress and some light makeup. I took a deep breath and prepared for what was sure to be the worst day of my life. When I walked down the stairs, I was greeted with the sight of a walking wet dream. The hottest damn man I've ever seen was in my father's office, that's when it hit me, he was my future husband. When he turned around, I had to bite my tongue to hold in my gasp. He had dark hair that was slightly messy, deep brown eyes that any woman could stare into forever, his tight suit hinted at his rippling muscles. My father noticed I was there and jumped out of his seat. He walked over to me and put his hand around my shoulder "Mr. Russo, this is my daughter Jenni". He scanned me up and down and said, "She'll do" My father clapped "Wonderful" he exclaimed. Then it suddenly hit me, Russo, as in Enzo Russo. THE DON OF THE ITALIAN FUCKING MAFIA??? WHAT THE FUCK WAS MY FATHER THINKING?? While I was having internal freak out, my father and Enzo were signing the contract stating that I was to be married to him. I was knocked back into reality when I heard a deep manly voice say, "The wedding will be 3 weeks from now". 3 WEEKS!! Why won't anything go my way today? I spent the rest of the day crying in my room.

Soon my father called me down for dinner. When I sat down I was greeted with the smell of garlic chicken and potatoes. When I saw the plate, all I could think of was how not hungry I was. After all, who could have an appetite knowing that their life was signed away. I suddenly pushed my chair back and said in a tight voice, "I'm not hungry right now, I'm going to bed". Just as I was about to go to sleep, my father came in and told me "Enzo is sending people over the week before the wedding to help you move" "MOVE??? MOVE WHERE??" My father looked confused "To Enzo's of course". stupid jenni why didn't you realize you would be moving there? I mentally facepalmed myself as I realized that it was logical that a wife lives with her husband. I shuddered at the thought of that. Husband. Ugh

"sleep well Jenni" I couldn't control my anger anymore, I screamed, I screamed into my pillow until I physically couldn't anymore". Then I fell asleep.