All That You Are

Chapter One

Her tears have dried, though they still threaten to spill from her eyes. Eighteen is supposed to mean a party and your first sip of alcohol for a woman of the mafia.

Not for Y/N.

It's an engagement party and her final social activity as a free woman. As if she could ever have been considered free. Women are never free. Only free for men to fuck and abuse whenever they please.

Y/N has never liked parties and she doesn't exactly like people, either. Well, the only parties she's ever attended are those of strict rules and professionalism and, maybe, being locked away your whole life does that to someone; makes you socially awkward and nervous in the presence of boys.

She shivers at the thought of a boy even noticing her, and now she's engaged to the most attractive Made Man she's ever heard of.

Her mother stands behind her, stern face and dressed in a tight lavender dress. She zips up Y/N's cream dress and admires it in the mirror for a moment.

It's form-fitting, small ruffles across the waist and it ends a few inches above her knees. It's the most daring and revealing dress Y/N has ever worn, and it bubbles nerves and excitement within her.

Gaia gazes at her through the mirror with a distant look in her eyes. She can remember when she was Y/N's age, married off to Giovanni. She can remember the fear and terror that consumed her body... that still does.

Y/N frowns. "Are you okay, Mother?"

It's meant to come out much louder than it does. She sounds like a frail child. She is. Gaia snaps out of her trance and plasters on a smile, but it's the same smile she uses after Giovanni finishes beating her. It doesn't sit well in her daughter's stomach.

"You look absolutely gorgeous, figlia," she tells her.

Y/N keeps her back to her and continues to admire the dress in the tall mirror. At least she'll look pretty. Gaia brushes the top of her shoulders and twirls her curled locks around her finger.

"Behave tonight. This is more than just an engagement party. We can't have Stefano changing his mind." She warns.

She isn't thinking about the heartache and pain Y/N will have to endure, she's thinking about the countless nights that Giovanni will abuse her if this wedding doesn't happen. Y/N nods her head, nerves bubbling in her stomach.

In thirty minutes, she'll be surrounded by strangers as they judge and prod her. In thirty minutes, she'll be meeting her future husband; one of the youngest, most dangerous Made Men in New York.

She's known for two months now, since she got home from school and Giovanni broke the news. She spent the night fighting, sobbing and kicking and begging him not to throw her away like that. Begged for him not to hand her over to a man of such power, who will beat and hurt and abuse her.

Though when she thinks about it, it's not much different from her current home life. She gave up fighting after he beat her bloody and blue. Her lip is still swollen from it and a soft bruise is hidden under her eye.

It's lucky Gaia knows how to apply makeup. Y/N supposes she's had enough bruises and scars of her own to hide over the years.

She thinks she should consider herself lucky, really. Most girls in Y/N's position never even meet their husbands before their wedding day. At least she will have an entire night to find out who her sick father has chosen and have three years to prepare herself. But it doesn't make it any easier.

Her eyes meet Gaia's in the mirror. She hopes to find a hint of sadness in them, a flicker of guilt that she's allowing her husband to do such a thing to their daughter. Y/N can't hate her, no matter how much she tries. Gaia doesn't have a choice in the matter. This is business between her father and the New York Famiglia. She'll only get a black eye and a bollocking if she tries to intervene.