Indebted

Chapter Fourteen

Suicide

A sad smile graced my lips, a veil of foggy tears covered my eyes. Shouldn't I be more heart broken by the news?

But I wasn't I never really knew my father and he never sought to have a relationship with me even when I was of age, he was a stranger to me. If it had been my hair brain mother whom I resemble to a tee except for her laugh lines and now balding hair due to extensive chemotherapy I would have been devastated.

Papa was nothing but a thief and a scoundrel who stole from the mob, burrowed from the mob and traded me off to save his own life only to have a change of heart in the end.
When he could have done the most honorable thing and die for his evil deeds against the syndicate instead of involving me in matters that didn't concern me.

This was like a horrible cheap low budget movie with a sick twist, unfortunately for me I was the main character in the flim.

Forcing my face to be carefully guarded I gaze around the room before facing him again.

"So what you are saying I have no way out of this sticky situation. Nothing left to do but too marry you."

He nodded placing a finger over his lips the same finger that was inside me moments ago.

"So what about my life? What I want?"

Silence

No one could answer, my feelings my thoughts didn't matter. My father (if I dare call him that) had thrown me into the arms of Nickolai Carsarro, my future husband a mob leader who lived a secret bdsm lifestyle.
My husband a wave of sickness crash over me. I knew nothing about this man but here they were demanding that I marry him. With a pale face I turn to face his mother

"Mrs Carsarro I sense that you are a woman of reason. Please talk to your son?"

"Nonsense Emily I only wish to welcome you into our family."

His sister clapping her hands

"There are so many other beauitful women" I choke I couldn't breathe hating my father more.

"You are what I want Emily no other."

"And what if I refused to be your wife? To accept all of this" standing abruptly pushing back the chair, fist clench ready for war, his mother and sister staring at me wide eyed.
"I will just sell your house and your business. Seize what little you have in the bank and put you to work in one of our work houses until your debt is cleared. It's all up to you Emily."

"Work houses" my voice sounding distant

Foolishly I asked"What's that?"

"Prostitution Emily" his chiseled face emotionless.

Nickolai would never, would he?

I felt like if I was falling"why me" I whispered returning to my seat. I gripped the arm rest so tightly my knuckles turned white wishing I had a sister to take my place.

"You would make a good wife for my son Emily now let's discuss the engagement party."

"Engagement party" my voice echoing again.
Part 5
"Next weekend" Valentina beamed pulling out a bridal magazine from her handbag.