Forced to Marry the Mafia Prince

Chaptep 9: Part 1: Stupid Cocky Kidnapper

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Chapter 9 - Bingo

Recap: A voice interrupts me from my happy dance. "Having fun?" I turn around and there's the stalker guy. As I repeat: Oh. Shit.

Alex's P.O.V

My hot jerk of a stalker stands leaning on the kitchen counter, an amused expression on his face. Okay, hold it right there. He took advantage of me at a party, stalks me, knocks me out and kidnaps me, and is about to forcefully make me his wife.Nuh-uh. I don't roll that way.

"You!" I narrow my eyes, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You're the moron who banged his head somewhere and thinks I'm his wife!"

"I don't think, sweetheart, I know" He replies, confidently. Arrogant, much?

"Who said I wanted to be your wife?" I ask him, taking an intimidating step forwards. "In fact, which girl in her right mind would want to beyourwife?"

"I'm afraid you have no say in the matter, princess. Besides, all the arrangements are taking place as we speak" He smirks, standing up to his full height. Which is taller than me, if you haven't realized. Time to go for a different approach.

"You can't marry me, Mr Stalker-with-an-attitude. I'm engaged" I announce smugly, quickly shifting a ring I wore to my ring finger.

His face turns shocked for a few moments before he says, "Prove it".

"Here is your proof!" I wave my hand in his face, knowing my plan was surefire. No one stoops as low as to marrying an already engaged person. Do they?

He grabs my wrist, examining the ring. I bite my lip as I wait for him to throw me out of his house/mansion/castle.

"This isn't even a proper engagement ring!" He says, outraged. "The diamonds are too small" He shakes his head, not letting go of my wrist.

"It is too! Just because my fiance didn't get me some overly-blingedobject to drag around my finger, doesn't mean that he doesn't love me" I snap, really getting into the act. I learnt from the best a.k.a Avril.

"That doesn't matter to me" He says, darkly. "I'm going to marry you, engaged or not"

I look at him dumbfounded before spluttering something pathetic which I hope will save my ass. "My fiance knows people! When he finds out you're keeping me under my own will, then he - "

"Then he'll what?" Stalker guy interrupts me, pulling me to him by my wrist. My face crashes into his chest and his free arm traps me in his hold. "Look darling, I know a lot people as well, people who could get rid of your supposed fiance in a snap"

"What do you mean?" I choke out, losing all the courage I had a minute ago.

"I'm the future heir to my dad's business - you wanna know what that is, princess?" He asks me, his voice low and dangerous in my ear. "Me and my family? We're the New York Mafia. And after my dad resigns, I'm taking over the whole thing"

He holds me tighter, ignoring my attempts of breaking away. "And let's face it, Alex sweetheart - " He continues, "This whole fiance thing is just a ruse for you to try and escape me. But you underestimate the lengths I'm willing to go for you"

"Why me? What's so special about me that youhaveto marry me? I bet there are loads of girls out there willing to marry you" I reason, a last attempt for talking him out of this crazy plan.

"I could write a list of everything special about you, and that's only from the things I've seen so far." He smiles, no longer in that dark mood he was before.

"I don't understand - I don't evenknowyou" I say, exasperated, squirming in his grip.

"You'll get to know me - there'll be plenty of time to" He replies, firm in his decision. I mentally clear my head, trying to think a way out of this craziness. Soon enough, I have a plan which might be so out there, it could work.

"Okay sweetie - what's your name?" I whisper in his ear, trying to be flirtatious.

"Damien. Salvator" He said huskily, but I could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

"Okay Damien, can you get me something to wear, please?" I look up at him with pleading eyes, my shorter height working for me in this case.

"Um, yeah sure. I'll be a minute" He says and leaves, but not before kissing me on my cheek. He can try to win me over but seriously, I just found out he's the mafia. How am I supposed to trust him?

While he's gone, I try to look for a way out of...wherever here was. I peek out the front window. Tall black gates, CCTV, and burly men clad in black holding guns. I have a feeling that way might get me caught. Call me crazy but there you go.

I try to make my way to the back, picking out rooms at random. Sure enough, there's a door leading out back in the rear hallway. I quickly stride to it and when I look out, the only thing guarding my freedom is a fence and wilderness. Bingo.

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