HATE AND DESIRES (mafia enemies to lovers romance )

CHAPTER NINE

Vi's PoV:

T-3 days till the wedding. And these people won't give me a rest.
Not only that, I'm am to officially take over in a month in my birthday. Till now I was incharge of just the New York base but now I'll be incharge of every programme run by us in the world.

I'm stressed.
Not only that, my mom and the wedding planner won't stop bothering me. The dress, the flowers, the cake testing.
How the fuck am I supposed to know all this. It's not like I've been married before.

Today I have to go with mom for the dress fitting.

"Do I really have to mom?" I talk to her on the phone. "You know I'm busy since I have to take over them there are preparations for that. I'm really busy."

"Don't be ridiculous darling, it's your wedding." She says.

"One I didn't want, remember."

"Regardless, I want my daughter to have the best wedding possible. So come for the dress fitting tonight 7 pm. I'll be waiting for you and you can call Felicity too." She says. "Now, I have work to do so I'll see you later. Bye sweetie."

"Bye mom." I say disappointed.

I don't want this. Never will. I can't marry him. Especially since things have been so weird. We don't fight but we still insult each other every chance we get and I think the fucker enjoys it.

But sometimes I feel that there's something more to this. Something unspoken. That we both decide to ignore.
I don't know how much longer this will go on. And now we'll be married.
Oh God. I'm actually marrying Alex Forman.
Save me.

I need to distract myself so I head to the gym. Little did I know, Alex was also there, weight lifting, fucking shirtless.
I could see every single muscle on his body, covered in sweat.

Why isn't the AC turned on?

Then he finally spots me and says "take a picture, it will last longer."

"No thanks, I'm afraid you big ego will maximise my storage." I say and walk into the gym.

"Here for another round?" He asks challenging me.

"No. I just wanted to clear my head." I say as I walk to the table and pick up gloves.

He says nothing at all but I know he wants to.

We just look at each other. His eyes say everything. How he's tired. How he doesn't wanna do this either.
How were a catastrophe together.
Yet he still looks at me like I'm something he can't explain. Like I'm a code he can't seem to breach.
And I won't let him.

With that, I look away and start walking to the punching bags. He walks away. And for once I actually wanted him to.

I can't handle feeling anything. So I start punching.

—————————————————————

Mom is kind of annoying me right now.

"No sweetie, this one looks a bit old style. Try something new."

Felicity looks at me and laughs. I give her a death stare and she shuts up.

"Mom it really doesn't matter." I say.

"Please sweetie, I know you don't want to do this but it may be good. It will be. Now you get to take over isn't that right? The strongest woman in any mafia ever.
I need you to look like that. If not for yourself then for me. Just try this one last dress." She looks at me like she's on the brink of tears.

"Mom...." I say worried. "Fine." I have no choice but to give in.

"Thank you Vi."

Then mom pick out a dress she likes. I go into the room and the employee helps me put it on.
It's beautiful.
I look, strong. Like she said. Just then Felicity comes in.
"Hey your mom's calling y........" she get cut off by shock when I turn around.
"Oh my god." She says ever so slowly. "This is so....." she can't seem the right words for it. Then I go outside to meet mom. She looks at me in awe.

"This is it. This is the one." She starts tearing up. She looks....happy.
Then she says, "you look like what you are Vi. You look like a real Queen."

—————————————————————

This was tiring. I'm taking time off from work and resigning my job at the hospital since I'll be working full time in the mafia.
However our business will carry on.

The message have stopped. I guess the guy got the hint.

I am exhausted so I immediately fall asleep on the couch.

—————————————————————

I wake up and I'm not on the couch. I'm in my room.
How did I get here?
I look at the time and it's 8 am.
Shit. Im late for the photo shoot.

I asked them a thousand times to not do the photo shoot but they said that it we wanted this to look real, we had to. And also they need record of every heir marriage, something I didn't know about.

I was already supposed to be there. I get up and run around the room to get ready while brushing me teeth.
As I'm picking it the dress in my towel, someone knocks on my door.
I go to open it and see Alex.

I get startled and immediately try to close it but he's faster. He holds it with his foot and forces himself in.

"Get out. I know I'm late, but I'm clearly trying my fastest to get ready."

"No. And I can see that."

"What is it. If you're here to piss me off kindly, fuck off." I say annoyed at this situation form the start.

"I just came here to tell you that the photo shoot has been postponed to 12 at noon." He casually informs me.

"You asshole." I exclaim. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just did." He calmly says. I bet he finds this funny. "However it was amusing to see you running around like a chicken." He mocks me.

"Get out." I try to push him out of the room but he won't budge.
"God what is your problem. Just leave me alone." I say getting totally frustrated at him.
Im really overwhelmed. So it start hitting him.
"Leave." I say.
My eyes start burning at all this stress and that's when he notices.

Something changes in his previously smug eyes and he quietly walks out.
Finally.
I close the door and slide to the floor. That's when I start crying.
I don't cry a lot. I didn't even cry when I was a baby as my mother tells me. But when I do, all my emotions go out of control.

I wish there was another way.

—————————————————————

Hey everyone!
I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
The next chapter will be in Alex's PoV and I know your waiting for it.
So stay tuned.
Thank you for reading! ☺️
BYEEEE!

Word count: 1159