Mafia Marriage

Chapter 17

Jennifer's P.O.V

The guard to my left got out of the car and I waited for him to tell me to get out but then he stepped back and was replaced by Nathan. As soon as I saw him, I froze and my eyes widened in fear. I clenched my jaw to keep myself from being too obvious but I'm sure he could smell my fear from miles away.

"Can I ge-" I began to ask if I could get out of the car before he interrupted me.

"Did I say you could open your mouth? No, don't think so" he said looking at me as if I were trash. I guess he was still angry about our 'conversation'. As I kept looking at him waiting for him to do or say anything I felt my eyes get watery. I breathed in and tried to calm myself down but since I knew I couldn't keep the tears in I looked to the front of the car instead of looking at him. As the tears began to fall I tried to wipe them subtly and move my hair to cover the left side of my face so he couldn't see my tears.

While this was happening he was talking to the guard who knows about what something about a man names Michael and cargo. He had to be talking about drugs of course. I looked to my right as I heard the other man get out of the car and leave me there alone. Suddenly I felt my left arm being pulled roughly.

"Stop! You're hurting me. Please", I begged Nathan but he ignored me and pulled me to entrance of the house.

"Wait. Stop, can I please talk to you without you interrupting or wanting to kill me, Nathan?", I asked him. I needed to talk to him. I can't do this.

"You've got one minute. And then you shut up and don't speak until I give you permission" he said while staring me dead in the eye.

"I don't want to live like this. I understand that you are angry I ran away but what did you expect me to do? I don't want to marry a man I don't know. I don't want to marry a man that takes out a gun to threaten me whenever I don't agree with him. But I understand I have no choice and will marry you." I said as I came to the realization I had no choice. I didn't want to die and giving in seemed like the only way to ensure my survival for now.

"I just want to ask of you to please not hurt me. I'm sorry for everything I said. I also understand that you feel the same. You don't want to marry you. So I propose that we get married and live together but live separate lives in peace". Seemed like a good proposition to me.

"See the problem with living together in harmony is that you would know to much about my organization. You would know too much and go and tell your lover", he said as he typed a code and the doors opened.

"What are you talking about? I don't have a lover and I'm not giving information about you to anyone", I told him confused.

"Your minute is over. Don't open your mouth again Jennifer I wouldn't want to ruin that pretty face of yours already", he warned me while pulling me into the house.

There was no one inside. No Ashely, no Chris. I was alone with the devil and there was no escape this time.

He practically dragged me to the back of the house and took me down some stairs. "See Jennifer I understand you trying to escape and and all. But I think all of that is fake. I think you staged an escape knowing fully well I would find you", he told me as we walked down the dimly lot stairs. This was not looking good and what he was saying did not seem good, or make sense, either.

"What? That's stupid and crazy. Why would I escape, no why would I pretend to escape and wait for you to capture me? You. The mafia don. That's stupid and for what reason exactly?", I questioned.

"Let me tell you my little theory behind your 'escape'. You staged it to cement your character of the damsel in distress that wants nothing to do with the mafia, so I would think you were innocent. After that we were followed and we almost died and you helped me I suppose, which further proves your loyalty. It was a good plan, you thought it through".

He then paused and led me into a room. As he did this I was trying to understand what he was going on about. Why would I do that? It makes no fucking sense, I had money to escape I could've been fine. Why would I want him to find me? And how the fuck would I have staged the entire ordeal of his brother's attempt to murder us.

As I continued to try and understand what he was saying I felt something pierce my arm. I looked to my right and saw that he had a syringe that was now buried in my arm and I felt the liquid enter my body.

"What did you fucking do Nathan? What was that? What the fuck?", I asked screaming. I rubbed my arm and started panicking and hyperventilating.

He walked away from me and reached for something. I felt my body begin to feel weak. When he walked back towards me he had rope and tape.

"No, no, no, no. Nathan stop please", I begged and I noticed my words were coming out slurred. He pushed me onto a chair and I couldn't help but sit down. I was too weak to stand anymore.

"Vincent and you failed to think everything through. People aren't perfect, fear controls them and the loyalty they may have promised doesn't matter when given an ultimatum. Good thing is I know how to elicit fear. Remember Michael? He started singing like a canary", he told me.

It made sense now. Whoever Michael was had lied to him and told him I was working with his brother. I tried to say something but I couldn't control my body anymore.

"There are rules not even the boss can bend darling. But don't worry I'll try to not destroy your face."