Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

Early the next morning, Rosana prepared and got down from breakfast. She was used to eating alone in the big dining room without Sergio or anyone. After taking her seat, the maids rushed out and began to serve her.

She started eating quietly, relishing how calm the environment was. Sergio must’ve traveled with few of his men, she reckoned. Then his mother, Munika, and the Mistress were hard to come by. What did she look like? Rosana wondered.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Was she an older woman or a young lady like her? Was she beautiful and curvy and tall? Did she have beautiful eyes? What did a man like Sergio see in her?

Rosana shook her head immediately, clearing off the thought. She shouldn’t be thinking about all of that. She was even gratified that Sergio had a Mistress whom he sought whenever he wanted. At least he never pestered her for sex. That was the last thing she wanted.

“I see you are eating all alone”

Rosana looked up in surprise and forced a smile. “Yes.”

Munika hummed in response and looked around. When she spotted a maid, she called and ordered her to make a cup of coffee. As the maid bowed and hurried into the kitchen, Rosana scoffed. Like a mother like a son, she thought.

“And where is my son?”

Rosana froze on hearing the question. How was she supposed to know? She didn’t even know anything else about him, except he was a Mafia Lord and his name was Sergio De Niro.

“I do not know”

Munika scoffed. “Such a lame answer. He is your husband, is he not?”

Rosana was tempted to say he wasn’t her husband. That she was engaged to someone else who was presumably worried sick about her but she kept her mouth shut and kept picking on her meal.

“Look at me when I am talking to you, young lady. And answer me when I ask a question!”

“Fine!” Rosana dropped her cutleries and looked up at her. “He is my husband. Anything else?”

Munika looked at her in shock. She couldn’t believe Rosana had just snapped at her and spoken to her in a disrespectful tone. Who does she think she is? Munika wondered.

“And yet you do not know where he is. He does not eat with you and he does not share your bed.”

“Well… That is what he wants.”

“He goes to his Mistress, instead of coming to you. And yet you call him your husband”

That was supposed to make her feel bad but it didn’t. Instead, she felt relieved. Besides, she didn’t care if he had a thousand and one mistresses or if he slept with anyone else but her.

“Like I said-That is what he wants.”

Taking a step closer, Munika asked quietly. “And what do you want, Rosana? What are your motives?”

What she wanted was to get as far away from Sergio. She wanted to go back to her Allen, get married to him, and live the life she had always wanted. She’d make babies for him and they’ll all live happily.

But her motives? Rosana could not understand. Other than escaping from her son, the monster, she did not have any other motive.

“I know you were forced to marry him. And I also know why. But I do not know what other motives you have”

Rosana was now confused and it was written all over her face. What was Munika talking about? She wondered. Yes, she had been forced to marry Sergio but she never knew why. Was there any reason behind their forced marriage and what could it be?

“Are you here to destroy him?” Munika asked, crashing into her thoughts. Rosana stared back at her like she had suddenly grown an extra head. “Is that why you’re all good and quiet? You want to make him fall in love with you, then you’ll strike like a poisonous snake. Is that it?”

“I do not understand what you are talking about” She stood up. “If you would excuse me”

“Don’t you dare walk away from me!” Munika thundered, fisting her hands beside her. Rosana saw it and looked at her in surprise. What’s going on? She wondered.

“I do not know what you are talking about. The last thing I need is to get entangled with your son or anything that has to do with him. If I had my way, I would run and never look back”

Munika stared at her a little longer, thinking about what she had just said. Then she took a deep breath and walked closer to her.

“I want to believe you but I cannot. Well, except you run away like you just said. Run away, Rosana!”

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“What are you doing here?” Rosana half-yelled and immediately sat up on the bed, clutching the duvet to her chest.

She had just woken up from sleep and was terrified of the man standing in the room with nothing but his black neatly tailored trousers. If he wasn’t so deadly and ruthless, she would’ve appreciated his body in its full glory.

He had the kind of handsomeness that got into bones. From the depth of his dark metallic eyes to his deadly appearance. Her eyes trailed the tightened dips and mounds of his back muscles and she released a shaky breath. How could one be so beautiful, yet dangerous?

“You are forgetting so soon, Bambolina.” He finally turned to face her. “This is our room and I can come in anytime I want”

Her eyes fell from his face to his body and her stomach immediately clenched. The sight of him caused her heart to hammer wildly in her chest. His biceps, his abs, his stomach muscles, his tattoos…

She quickly tore her eyes away and took a deep breath. No, she shouldn’t look at him that way. He was a monster, a devil. She tried to fight it but deep down, a part of her missed him over the past two weeks.

He had disappeared as always and Rosana was stuck alone. She cried every morning and night, hating how her life had turned out to be. She missed her old life and the States. But most of all, she missed Allen so much.

Sadly, she never saw him in any of her dreams, instead, she kept seeing Sergio. He didn’t try to kill her in any of the dreams but she always woke up feeling all worked up and wet in her panties, just like this morning.

“What do you want?” She finally asked, knowing he wouldn’t demand her body. Besides, she had heard the Mistress screaming all through the night which meant he had been with her.

She doesn’t care but why does her heart skip at the thought of that? She immediately waved it aside, knowing her body was just playing tricks with her like it did for the past weeks.

“You should leave. I need to take a shower and dress up”

“What is there to hide, Bambolina? Sei mio” [You are mine]

“I am not yours! I belong to someone else” Sergio stared at her and took a step closer but she didn’t care. She continued. “And I love him and want to be with him. The sooner you understand that, the better”

Sergio nodded and she gulped, wishing she could read his mind or know his next move. His facial expression was void, and she couldn’t guess if he was angry at the moment.

“Allen Iverson, hmm?” He asked, causing her heart to sink into the pit of her stomach. Her mouth dropped and she stared at him with wide eyes. How did he know? She wondered.

“Si” She finally replied with a gulp.

She waited for him to say something else, anything but he remained silent. Instead, he turned around and walked out of the room with his hands crossed behind his back.

What was he thinking in his fucked up mind? She wondered.