My Mafia Husband

CHAPTER 1

Before starting I want to say that this book is a work of fiction. The events, characters, and situations described are in no way models to be followed in real life. Certain aspects of this story, such as the relationships or behaviors described, are fictitious and should be interpreted as such.

Content Warning :
This book contains explicit descriptions of sexual scenes, manipulation and situations involving non-consent. These passages may be disturbing or uncomfortable for some readers. I recommend that everyone approach this reading with caution.

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My family had just forced me into a marriage with a Mafia boss called Matteo. I didn't want to be forced into marriage at 18 but when I saw Matteo I thought it wouldn't be awful?.. Matteo is 19. He has long, dark, messy hair and dark eyes. He's 6'5 and obviously pretty muscular and he's Italian.
I'm in the car with him back to his mansion where I'd be forced to live. The whole car ride has been awkward.

I was silent the whole way.

Matteo occasionally glances at me but he doesn't say a word to me. As soon as I get to the mansion he gets out the car.

He hold the door open for me before he walks to the front doors which open by themselves. A butler stands outside, waiting to take your bags.

Matteo speaks to the butler. "Take her luggage to the bedroom. The white room." he then looks to me. "Come."

He walks into the house and I follow him as he leads me to a large, formal room with a fireplace. There are two couches facing each other and two armchairs sitting on the other side of the coffee table. Matteo motions for me to sit down, sitting opposite me.

I sit and I look around me again before looking back at Matteo.

He crosses his legs over each other, leaning back into the armchair and watching me. "So, we're married now, huh? What's your name again?"

"My name is Tina" I respond

"That's a nice name, Tina." He says, pausing for a moment. "Why are you so quiet?"

"What do you want me to say?" I ask

Matteo rolls his eyes. "I don't know. Something. You're not much of a conversationalist."

"Listen, I don't even know who you are, we've been force into this marriage remember, so don't blame me if I don't talk too much." I say.

Matteo rolls his eyes again. "Listen, it's not as if I wanted to get married to a stranger either. But here we are, so I guess we're gonna have to tolerate each other."

I crossed my arms.

Matteo shakes his head, his expression suddenly changing to an annoyed expression. "I don't understand why my parents thought it was a good idea to arrange marriages. It's not as if I need to be married right now. Especially not to you."

"I'm not happy with this either" I say

"You think I care that you aren't happy? I don't give a damn." Matteo says, standing up from the armchair angrily. He walks towards a table, grabbing a glass of wine and sitting back down again. "This marriage is bullshit. I'm pissed off."

I roll my eyes.

Matteo takes a sip of his wine, glaring at me. "Let's get one thing straight. We will live here together, we will be married, but that's it. I don't want to have anything to do with you."

I look up at him.

Matteo continues drinking his wine, putting his glass down as he speaks again. "I'm not going to pretend to be your husband or anything like that. I'll sleep in a different room, I don't want to see your face more than once a month. Understand?"

I respond "okay no problem"

"Good." Matteo drinks the rest of his wine, setting down the glass. "We'll have to put on the act when people come to the mansion. I'll introduce you as my wife and bullshit like that. But I want you to be nowhere near me when we're not being watched by others."

"I'm okay with it, I don't like you anyway" I say.

Matteo smirks as he leans back in his armchair. "You don't? Oh, what a surprise. I never would have guessed that, with your cold attitude and dry words. It's almost as if you hate me."

I look at him up and down.

Matteo raises an eyebrow, noticing my gaze. "What are you looking at?"

"I'm just thinking what an idiot you are" I respond.

Matteo clenches his jaw. "Hey, watch your tongue, little girl. Don't forget that I'm a cold-blooded mafia boss. I could kill you with my bare hands, so I suggest you show some respect and not talk to me like that."

"Oh really? Do it then I dare you" I respond.

Matteo rolls his eyes. "Why would I waste my energy with someone as pathetic and worthless as you? I'm better than that. Just don't push me." Matteo replies before getting up from his seat. "Now if you excuse me, I have other things to take care of." he says before walking towards the door, leaving you alone.

I sigh "what an idiot"

After Matteo leaves, The butler from earlier approaches me. "Ma'am, Mr. Matteo has assigned you to the white room upstairs. If you'd follow me please, I will show you where it is."

He leads you to the room, unlocking the door and opening it for me to step into. The room is decorated in a crisp white color, the bedsheets are light and airy, and there's a chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling.

The butler then explains that I'll be given a chance to unpack my belongings, and invites me for dinner later in the evening, as Matteo is out working. With that said, the butler leaves me alone in my new bedroom, giving my time to adjust and settle in.

An hour later, the time has come for dinner, and the butler returns to escort me to the dining room, which is a large, formal room with a long table at the center, lined with chairs. Matteo is already sitting at the head of the table, waiting for me to join him.

Matteo looks up as soon as I enter the room. He gives me a cold, displeased look, then motions to the seat across from him. "Sit down." he orders.

I sit down.

"You're late." Matteo says, sipping on the glass of wine in front of him.

"We will be having a seven-course meal. This is part of the act we need to play. I need you to pretend to be my loving wife for the night, can you do that?" Matteo asks, looking me straight in the eyes.

"Yeah yeah, I can do that" I say.