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Say Yes, Darling Mafia - Chapter 10
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Rhett’s pov
“Wait, I know you are mad but-,” Helia tries to coo me. I walk to him and slap him right across the face.
“Don’t think that just because we are cousins, I will be nicer on you,” okay, maybe a little, “there are rules that need to be followed.
You know that every relationship in the mob was catastrophic. Do you not remember.
Especially after the break ups. Have we not learned anything?”
“I know but we couldn’t help it.” Helia looks at me sadly.
“What if you do something and break his heart? Then he will take revenge on our family side hm?
Hurt me? Hurt my fiancé?”
“Dallia is not like that. We both know him for a long time. Please.” Helia gives me pleading eyes, “You are the Don, you can give us a blessing.”
“If I give you a blessing then other twenty people will be knocking on my door.”
“I- have you ever been in love? You don’t just … fall out of it like that.
If you don’t want us together then, one of us have to leave or be killed because I can’t stop feeling,”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
Both of them are willing to die for each other. Both of them beg me to kill them.
Could they really have something strong going on between them.
“You are pissing me off with this, you know it.”
“I’m sorry.”
I sigh. “Okay, I will only agree if you will not co-work o anything. You need to have a zero connection in the work so can at least pretend you are strangers.
And meet only in your personal life.”
“Really?” he looks at me shocked.
I huff. “Yeah.”
“Can I hug you, Don?”
“I will break your fucking arms, Helia.”
“Thank you so much.” He goes on his knees kissing my shoes, “is it maybe…your fiancé making you have more of a heart?” he looks up.
I want to kick him but I don’t.
“Love is love. Now go and focus on finding my rat instead of fucking.”
“We-okay.” He nods and runs away before I hurt him.
Helia a Dallia. Interesting couple but not the most shocking one.
Elian isn’t wearing any make-up this time and I don’t know if it makes me sad or not. He looks pretty either way but he looks less feminine
without it.
Not that I mind but… I don’t want people to be as stupid as I was and mistaken him for a girl.
“No line.”
“Oh, no, didn’t feel like doing an eye liner today.” He smiles, “where are we going?”
“I need to show you where the nicest cafes, restaurants and museums are.”
“Alright.”
“Take my hand?” I raise it to his level and he stares at
it.
“You want to?”
“Fiancés.” I intertwine my fingers with his. His hands are cold as ice while mine are sweating.
I want to ask him to sleep in my bed again but I don’t know how.
I slept so well next to him. It was amazing.
Rhett’s pov
“If you weren’t engaged to me, what is the age you wanted to be engaged at?” I look down to him.
I barely talk with people outside of work but I should. I should freshen up some new topics.
And I want to know.
“Ehm, I don’t really have a specific age. I would be glad if anyone just wanted to date me.
If they proposed, wow.” He smiles.
“Why are you so self-critical? Why wouldn’t people propose to you?
There is nothing wrong with you.”
“I’m just not the best on dates. I don’t know, they never called back.”
I frown. “Assholes. Most people just want to date for sex but… is that really dating?
No.” I look down on him. Don’t be sad.
“I wouldn’t mind, at least they would date me.”
“No, it is definitely better to stay single then be used, Elian. Don’t give people too much credit for nothing.
Well, I’m sorry if you didn’t want to talk about it.
I’m bad at dating too but I think it’s me.”
“Why is it you?”
“I don’t know. I’m never interested. Those people just … didn’t have anything entertaining for me but I think I was too critical.
So, I don’t blame them. I’m just sorry if I’m not a perfect boyfriend.”
“Maybe they really weren’t interesting.” He gives me a smile.
I shake my head. “It doesn’t matter. You aren’t really like them. I think it’s because I hang out with a different sort of people so that’s why.
But I don’t mind being with you.” It’s getting better every day. Maybe my father is not completely useless after all.
“Oh, you can say I’m boring.” He sighs.
“I don’t think you are.”
“Hm but I sure am awkward.”
“Everyone’s awkward, you just haven’t notice.” I squeeze his hand, “this café is amazing. We can go here sometime.
Oh, and here is a tailor so when we know the wedding date, we can order suits here.”
“Yeah.” He blushes.
“Is the wedding still making you flustered?”
“Is it not supposed to?”
“I don’t actually know. I guess I’m not letting it get to me since our father are giving us silent treatment about it.
Don’t be stressed. I promise I’ll try to be a good partner.” He doesn’t deserve a bad one.
“it’s fine. Can I ask about…ehm, your business? How do people even-,”
“Oh, mafia? Yeah, my grandfather and his friends created the group. It was a small gang and sooner got bigger. With my father it got it’s peak.
And now he gave it to me. I’m only a boss for a month or so. Don’t think I’m too experienced.
But I’ve been growing up in it since my birth.
It’s a great organization. A lot of money in it. Illegal? Possibly. But you can’t get good money doing legal things.
Why? Do you still hate me for it?”
“I don’t want to hurt people.”
“We don’t necessarily hurt people. The state is robbing people and we are robbing the state. Let’s call it that.” I put my hand around his shoulder, “don’t worry about it.” I kiss the top of his head.
“So, my dad knew from the beginning that you are a part of it?”
“Ehm, I think so. He started working with my dad about seven years ago and I’m sure that he knows for at least five. Yeah.”
“I guess I’m just stupid for not understanding him the first time. Ida got it.
Oh, sorry. Ida is my younger sister.”
“I know she is.” I chuckle.
“Right.” He nods, “I think you would like her. She is also grumpy in the morning.” He covers his mouth, “sorry.”
I raise a brow. “Grumpy, you say?” I smirk, “Okay, I’ll take a note of it.”
“No, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s.” he sighs. I bet he doesn’t mind thought.
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Byyyyyy