Mafia Marriage

Chapter 4

JENNIFER'S P.O.V

After Mr. Daxus yelled like that, there was a new feeling that took over my body and mind.

Fear. 

This man terrified me but I couldn't let that control me, I had to be astute. Everything I had endured had made me stronger. Yet I only felt a small string of braveness in me but that string had to keep me going. 

The room had become extremely quiet.

I broke the silence by looking at Nathan straight in the eyes and saying, with venom dripping in each word, "I accept to marry you but I swear, I will hate every second of it until my death". 

Nathan gave me a cold stare then answered with a voice that sounded equally cold and dangerous, "So do I. And trust me darling I feel the same way, who knows it might not be long until you stop hating me."

Suddenly this felt like a huge mistake, he is a dangerous head of the mafia after all. I doubt that him saying I would stop hating him meant that we would be friends. I did say until my death so him being the Don and all well. . .he could precipitate it. 

For some reason I felt guilty. I do not want to marry him but it's not his fault. After all, he is also a victim, you could say, of our fathers' stupid plan.

Besides he was never rude or anything bad to me until I decided to open my stupid mouth. Wow! Now I felt guilty and regretful, stupid conscious. Too late, it had been said already and I was not about to apologize. 

"Don't talk like that, you could become friends and maybe even more than that. Be reasonable you two.", Sandra told us desperately trying to calm us down. I know I said she wasn't that bad before but she had no right to speak. Before I could stop myself, I slapped her. 

Kidding, no I just stood there not saying anything.

I heard Nathan grunt and roll his eyes at Sandra.

Then Nathan answered to what Sandra had said after finding a good enough answer. 

"That's not going to happen. I don't particularly like rich, snobby, and bitchy brats." he said. Did I say I felt guilty? I changed my mind. 

"Who the fuck do you think you are? Don't you ever talk about me like that again. You don't know me . You have no right to assume what I'm like." I said while staring into his eyes. 

"Well first of all, I'm the person that can crush you to pieces. Second I don't need to know you to say those things, I can tell just by seeing looking at you. Look at how you're acting right this instant. You had to throw a tantrum like a child. Oh and one more thing, I detest people who are hypocrites. You tell me not to judge you, when you are doing the exact same thing to me.  I don't care about what you think of me, but you act like a saint when in reality you dramatically called me a monster not that long ago. I've done nothing to you, yet you act as if I'm the worst person in the world. At least I gave you the benefit of the doubt. But thank you for confirming my assumptions by acting like a crazy bitch", he said in a low intimidating voice. 

I was trying to create an argument but there was none. To some extent he was right, but he was the mafia don or soon to be. I may not know him personally but I watch the news I know what those people do. What stunned me the most though was his voice was calm but not in a good way. It was the calm before the storm and apparently I wanted to see the storm. 

"Are you done with your dramatic mafia boss monologue?" I asked him. Suddenly I saw his right hand reach for something on his side but before her could, his father grabbed his arm and shook his head at Nathan. 

Then it dawned on me and I took a step back. He was reaching for a gun, he must've been. He looked so menacing but it didn't register to me until his father stopped him. I felt dizzy and felt my head throbbing. I tried calming down and massaging the sides of my head but nothing was helping. 

After standing there for a minute they all started talking, attempting to come to an agreement of some sort. Something about my father forcing me to marry and making me comply with everything. I wasn't really focusing though. 

I then felt the whole place spinning. I started losing balance so I tried to grab my chair to steady myself but missed and just grasped air. The others in the room were talking about God knows what now. I looked up and saw that the chandelier above me had multiplied. My vision was becoming completely blurry.

Now I could barely see, I took a few steps but couldn't keep control my body and felt myself falling forwards. On my way down I hit my head on something and suddenly went into a dark dreamless sleep.