The Mafia King's Alluring Affection

Chapter 1 Sebastian's Proposition

~Sebastian~

"And that's why we have come to the decision that you're getting married to Tobias Sherian's daughter, Larisa Sherian." Serena, my mother, and our mafia queen declare with the confidence of a seasoned investor.

I flex my hands and stare at the bloodied knuckles, smirking at the thought that I had roughed up the prick at the warehouse pretty hard. He probably died en route to the hospital.

"Sebastian?"

I directed my attention towards my father, resting my hand on my lap.

"Alliance through marriage, huh? It's hard to fathom that we still have faith in the concept of arranged marriages." My voice cut through the silence of the living room and I glance at my father, Anton Genovese.

Embedded in our heritage, the Italian mafia families have faithfully abided by a strict code of conduct, shaping our traditions and values over time. As the next in line Mafia King, I bear the weight of carrying on the tradition that is bestowed upon me by my adored parents.

Despite their occasional overwhelming presence, the allure of the Mafia King title is rooted in the power to enforce dominance, instil fear, and demand obedience from others. I crave its intimidating, commanding, and perilous nature. But at the opportune moment, so that I have no remorse.

"Well, this is how Italian mafia families operate throughout generations. You know it!" my father stated calmly. "If you have any girl in mind...." My mother cut him off before he could even finish his sentence, and my gaze immediately shifted to her.

"Anton, no! We have given words to Sherians, and Genovese never goes back on their commitment."

Squinting my eyes and crossing my legs over the other, I confront them with unwavering determination. "You've given words already? Without asking me?" I could sense my anger growing stronger within me, and I realized I couldn't hold it back for much longer.

"Sebastian, get your thoughts clear. As your parents, we have the final say in choosing your bride. Larisa has all the ability to stand by you and hold the responsibilities of the Mafia queen." My mother glares at me.

"The cops showed up at the warehouse of our legitimate business, acting on a tip. What made them challenge the Cosa Nostra?" She raises her eyebrow. "We have a snitch among us tipping off to the police. Our current situation is fraught with enemies on all sides, and this wedding holds the key to resolving the crises we are currently grappling with."

"Are we talking about Larisa Sherian? Didn't she recently celebrate her eighteenth birthday, if I'm not mistaken? The Sherians invited us for her birthday, didn't they?"

"Yes,"

"Are you seriously suggesting that an eighteen-year-old kid is eligible enough to be my wife?" A chuckle escaped me as I met the gaze of my mother, who sat across from me.

Rage causes her nostrils to flare up. "Larisa is the daughter of a powerful Cammora Italian mobster from the North. Not only is she stunningly beautiful, but she also possesses the grace and poise of a true lady. What sets her apart, however, is her deep understanding of how to navigate the complicated and dangerous world of the mafia. Also, let's not forget the power and connections she will bring through this alliance!"

"You guys are so funny! Anyway, what do I stand to gain if I agree to your demand?" As I raise a quizzical brow, my mother is momentarily stunned by my response.

"Sebastian, this is not a commercial venture. Don't make it sound like a transaction!"

The room fell silent as she glared at me, and I pressed my lips together, trying to keep my composure. I gently pour a measure of wine into my glass and take a moment to unwind. "Well, when my life is a business for you, it is wise to treat it like a transaction."