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Say Yes, Darling Mafia - Chapter 2
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Its labeled matured because it has to follow the
Mangatoon’s guideline.
Only for 18+, because it involves consensual sexual description, violence, death, toxicity, swearing, mentions of guns and blood and others.
3 Just because a characters has opinions and actions, doesn’t mean the author agrees with it.
Let’s start :
Rhett Cho
I watch my father cut the bloody steak.
“You see,” he talks with full mouth, “I have something important to tell you.”
I stare at him while he eats like an animal. He always eats like there are people ready to kill him, which there probably are.
“Okay, I’m listening.” I say with a black face and focus on my plate. He always has something ‘important’
“I didn’t want to solve this in an office, figured food can get to anyone’s heart.” he smiles at me, laughing a bit.
“I don’t have a heart, father. Isn’t that what we have in common?” I look into his eyes. He doesn’t answer but he doesn’t have to.
“You might start having one” over my dead body, literally.
“Why?” What is this old man going to say this time.
The last time I broke my wrist from how mad was and punched the wooden wall.
“Do you remember the condition I told you? About being the boss at twenty eight.” Yes, everything with him is a business deal.
“That need to get married. Yes, I … Will find someone.”
Why is his so pressed about it? Why is marriage so amazing to him, he’s remarried twice.
“No need, I have it all planned.” He smiles.
“What did you say?” I give him an annoyed look. Don’t play games with me, father, I don’t have patience for this.
I’m so pissed. I thought I could pick someone myself! Why does he need to have his nose into everything.
“Yes, you really thought I wouldn’t? Rhett, sometimes you are naive.”
“I’m not naive. I just thought you could trust me in this matter.
I can find my own partner.” I’m not a child. He will choose the worst person in neighborhood, I’m sure of it.
And then he will threaten me to stay with them.
“Why? Didn’t you say you are not interested in dating anyway? What does it matter if I pick?”
I rub the top of my nose. “I’m not that interested in a relationship but I can still find a person I could possibly like or live with.”
“No, I already have that person ready for you.” I hate him for this. “It will be good for both of our families and the business.” He smiles, “and if you refuse to do it, I will cut you of your throne and give the position to your brother.
I’m sure he won’t have anything to say against it.” I frown remembering my spoiled narcissistic brother
“No. I will do it if I don’t have a choice.” fucking hell. Is he seriously threatening me right now?
“isn’t that amazing? You are going to get married.”
I watch the fish on my plate. I wish I was dead in this moment too.
“Great.” I answer emotionless.
“Here, give them the engagement ring.” He moves the box to me and I feel my stomach over the edge.
What if I grabbed the knife and stabbed him with it?
Rhett Cho
“Don, do you want to do it yourself?” Viktor hands me a knife.
I’m in bad mood today. Maybe I should release it.
“No, please. I’m sorry.” The tied man cries on the torturing chair.
I take a knife and start cutting his skin. The thick blood going on my hands as he cries out.
“That’s enough for me. You do you.” I give the knife back to Viktor.
Viktor gives this type of vibe
I wash the blood of my hands in the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror.
Who could my father pick as my future bride?
I’m so mad at him for not letting me do it myself!
To be honest, who even knows, what goes on in that old man’s head.
He is only fifty years old, yet he has planned so many things before hand for the next three generations.
Fucking hell.
I’m guessing he will pick a lawyer or a business woman. How pathetic of him.
He said it’s because of the family business. What else could it be?
Money is everything for him. I mean, I love money too but everyone has their levels.
I don’t understand why he couldn’t tell me her name? Is he scared I’m going to find her and threaten her?
Hm. Okay, I would do that.
Does he not believe me in this matter? I can for sure pick a wife on my own. Or a husband!
Are we even counting with the possibility that I might even be with a man? I doubt that.
My father has too much pride for it. I still don’t know if he’s homophobic or not towards me. He never specifically answered my questions therefore I can only assume his opinions.
Well, he is a man with a lot of questionable opinions, we have that in common.
I’m his oldest son and the first born. It was the most logical that I will become the next Don after him.
He gave all of us a choice if we want to be involved in the mafia side of the family.
Me, my gross brother and psychotic sister agreed. My youngest sister refused and I agree it wouldn’t be for her.
Since I’m the oldest, my siblings can only be mad they didn’t get the first privilege of being offered the position of Don.
My father agreed that when I turn twenty eight and he turns fifty years old, he will give me the position under one condition, that I need to get married.
I didn’t really care about it that much when I agreed. It was too years back and I barely remember.
He didn’t specify when I’m supposed to get married so I didn’t really rush it.
I’m in the new position for a month and he already announces that he has a fiancé for me?
Yes, I know a lot of friends are married by now but that doesn’t mean I have to be.
I’m not the type of a man to care about wedding or kids. I like my personal life and space.
I’m not saying I’m against it but it’s more of a burned for me now.
Especially since this is an arranged marriage.
I will meet my fiancé in two days. I don’t know how to
feel about it.
Am I excited? Sad? Mad? Mad at who, my dad, myself, the person for agreeing?
I don’t even know. I’m so confused in my thoughts.
All I know is that I will have to share my home and everything in it with this new person. My father told me I have to.
So, I have no choice than to accept my faith and I absolutely hate it!
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.Byyyyyy