Mafia Marriage

Chapter 15

JENNIFER'S POV

My sadness quickly became anger, I wasn't cross with Nathan it had all been my fault. Expectations just lead to disappointment I had walked right into that situation, quite literally. 

The plan was to get away from Nathan for now not run away just clear my head a bit. I hadn't completely wrapped my head around the situation. It had been complicated since the beginning I mean marrying a mafia boss and all takes time to process. But now I also had to worry about his psycho brother, yup things were complicated. 

As I rolled down to what I believed to be the front office I heard a voice behind me. 

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?", if you guessed Nathan ding ding ding right answer. 

"Well my plan was to go home watch some movies and not be in the way of your fun. Is there any problem with that?", I said as I turned around and gave him an eyeroll. Was I really brave or simply stupid? You decide. 

"Yeah actually I do have a problem with that. I don't think you understand that you belong to me now Jennifer", he said leaning towards me with a sinister smile on his face. If he had been frowning I would've felt less scared. 

"Besides" he continued with a smirk.

"You wouldn't want to be unprotected out there, Vincent might just come and finish you off. That is if you're not working for him", he said adding the last part subtly yet in a questioning tone. Really? Was I working with the man that almost killed me? I think not. 

"To answer your implied question I'm not working with your psychopathic brother. Oh and don't forget I can protect myself, I can fight". 

"Oh you can fight"", he taunted with a mocking smile. 

"You can fight? In a wheelchair? You can fight? Didn't seem like it when we were almost killed. It also didn't seem like you could fight when you were having a fucking panic attack over seeing a gun. Oh and let's not forget how it didn't fucking seem like you could fight when your mother was shot to death. It sure doesn't seem like you can fight at all". 

Too far, he had crossed a line. He expected me to cry and I wanted to, but no there was no fucking way I was gonna give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. 

"I'm weak? What are you? Tough? Behind your little gun you're tough? Nah I don't think so  you're just some little bitch that hides behind the empire his father built. You think you're the big bad wolf, you got your ass handed to you by your brother. You weren't so tough then were you?", I say finishing off with a smirk to match his.  

His calm facade quickly fell, now he looked infuriated. He moved and before I could register what he was doing he backhanded me which resulted in me getting pushed back. I quickly went to massage my face as the pain begin to grow. I never thought he would hit me. I knew he was dangerous but for some reason never thought he would hit me. Shoot me, yes. Hit me, no. I can't explain it but I didn't see him as the type that hit women. I guess I was wrong. 

"Don't you ever fucking talk to me like that again. Next time I won't let you off that easily", he ordered still angry but now he was breathing evenly. It was terrifying how quickly he regained composure. You would expect him to be frowning or glaring but he looked calm but the menacing aura surrounding him never left. 

I was lucky to not be dead I was not about to push my luck again. 

"Fine, where am I supposed to go then? What do I do?", call me a coward for basically bowing down to him but I call myself smart. I have to pick my battles and learn when to shut up if I'm going to survive in the mafia. I don't plan on giving up I plan to survive. 

"You're my fiance. Obviously you'll be going with me. I own you now Jennifer. You want to go out, you'll ask for permission. Want to talk on the phone? You'll ask for permission. You want to paint your goddamn nails you better ask me first. Don't try to keep secrets from me, I'll find out anything and everything", he ordered looking at me straight in the eyes I felt so small like I was nothing. Now I wasn't even my own person all because of my father. 

I couldn't take this I know I just said I'd pick my battles but I can't let him control me, right? There was no way I was just going to sit there and let him order me around. 

"You don't want this marriage", I mumbled hoping he hadn't heard but at the same time I wanted him to hear me speak. 

"No shit I don't want this marriage. I'd rather be married to a sexy woman who can satisfy me. Instead I'm gonna marry you", he said making me feel like I'd been slapped again. 

Why did he have to be this way?

I know I'm not a model but that comment was unnecessary. Everything he'd been telling me was unnecessary, it was obvious that he's just a sadist that was revelling in my pain. 

"You're afraid", I said speaking up again. I felt the need to push his buttons. 

"What? What exactly do you think I'm afraid of?", he said daring me to continue. Which I did. 

"Your father evidently. You're his puppet and dog all at the same time. You do what he says when he says it. That's the only reason you're gonna marry me, you're not your own person", I said and got up suppressing the pain so that I was looking him straight in the eyes. 

"You have no fucking idea who I am or did you fucking forget? I don't follow anyones orders I'm no one's puppet just watch you're gonna be my puppet and you'll regret every word coming out of that little mouth of yours", he said as his voice grew louder and stronger.

 Suddenly he pushed me to the wall and grabbed me by the throat. Before I could do anything to fight back he lifted me up what was only probably a couple of inches. I could hear some people muttering but none brave enough to help me. I would've probably done the same as them, why go against the mafia boss just for some stupid girl. 

I was struggling for air and began to feel light headed. I looked at Nathan pleadingly as tears fell down my cheek and he looked emotionless. 

All of a sudden I felt him release me and I felt myself hit the floor all that could be heard now where my deep breaths trying to return my breathing back to normal. I looked up at Nathan and all I could do was stare at his cold soulless eyes.