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Say Yes, Darling Mafia - Chapter 8
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Elian’s pov
All these strange people come into our house and talk to him. All of them are dressed in black with deadly looks.
Most of them have tattoos around their bodies or fake teeth.
How am I supposed to ignore the fact that my fiancé is a mafia boss? I will be the ‘second’ mafia boss soon enough.
I-I can’t even tie my shoes properly nor hold a gun and hurt people.
I really hope Rhett was telling the truth about just
looking pretty next to him. Even if I’m just average
looking.
It’s business. I have to think about that.
He said he didn’t kill anyone personally and I need to hold onto that.
No, I’m still marrying a criminal. Oh my god. What do I do?
“Ida,” I whine on the phone.
“Stop calling me and whining.” She says on the phone,
“can you not go one day without complaining?”
“I-I didn’t even saying it yet. I want your opinion.”
“Let me guess, Rhett? Take his money, take his body and shut your mouth. I’m working out now.
No one wants to be with a twenty four year old who can only whine to his dad.”
“But l-,”
“I’m sweating lifting up the weights now.”
“Okay, sorry.”
“Just be more like your hot *** sister and you will be fine. Tsk, some old mob boss will not get under your skin.”
“He is only twenty eight.”
“Anyway-stop whining. I hate it. Go make out with him or something. I gotta go.”
I sigh. Wait. Is she right? Am I complaining to them too much? I thought it’s normal to talk to your parents about your problems.
Well, I only have one parent-my dad. And Ida is the Satan bullying me on my shoulder so I don’t have much choices.
I walk into the hall and see his office door open. I know I’m supposed to go there but I still get interested.
I peak into the room as I see him arguing with some man. He is tall with shaved hair and tattoos.
“I’m sure it’s him, Don. I swear on my life.”
“No. that is not possible. He is my best man for years, Viktor.” Rhett grabs his neck and starts chocking him.
My breath hitches. Rhett looks to the door and sees
me.
He walks to the door and try to walk away.
“Stop.” I hear his voice and my body freezes in the middle of the hall. “Didn’t I tell you to not come to my office without knocking?”
“S-sorry, I heard …voices.”
He walks in front of me and grabs my face. “It’s mafia business. I don’t want you to worry your head about it.”
“Well, I’m a part of your l-life now, shouldn’t I know?” I gulp down.
“No. I will handle it. Don’t you have work? You should be working, Eli.” Eli.
He kisses the top of my head, “don’t worry, I just need to have few words with my men.”
He leaves back to the office, closes the door and locks
it.
What were they discussing he can’t tell me? But he was surprisingly…nice.
Rhett’s pov
Dallia is my best adviser. I don’t believe Viktor that he would be the snitch. I feel like everyone is turning their backs on me.
But just to be sure.
I walk to the mafia dungeon. I can see Dallia tense already. We walk downstairs to the torture room, with rock walls, chains and blooded beds.
“Don, why are we here? Are we expecting a prisoner?” he looks at me. His long hair tied back in a pony tail.
“I don’t know. You tell me.” I look at him taking the gun from under my waist belt.
“I-I don’t know sir.” He looks at my gun.
“Okay. I believe you then. We know each other for a long time. It would be a shame if-,”
“Is this about the rat thing?” he asks.
My face falls into a cold stone façade.
“Did you just interrupt me?” I flex my fist and grip the gun.
“I’m sorry, sir. I panicked.”
“Why did you panic? If you are innocent you have nothing to be scared about.”
“I’m innocent, I’m not a rat. Who told you I am?”
“Why? Is it important.”
“Well, I just wonder if the person can be trusted.”
“Viktor told me you act suspiciously. He saw you sneaking out multiple times. Have secret phone calls. Meet up with someone.
Why so secretive, Dallia?” I smirk, “are you sure you are not the rat?
Victor is too egocentric to lie, he always spills everything.”
“I- oh, this.”
“Yeah, this.” I point my gun to him.
He stands there calmly. “I do -1, there is an explanation, but you will be mad either way.”
“Go on then.”
“Well, you won’t believe me anyway, sir. And you’ll probably shoot me either way too so I don’t see the point.”
He closes his eyes.
I raise a brow. “You are still alive, Dallia so better spill it. If I’ll kill you either way, you might as well tell me.”
“No, I don’t need to make it a mess.”
“Say it.” I look into his eyes.
“Kill me.” He looks at me back.
I straighten my back and put the gun to his forehead. He breaths in heavily. “Well?”
“I-****.” He sighs, “You made a rule, Don.”
“I made a lot of them.”
“That it’s forbidden to have any kind of relationship inside the mafia.” He looks at me and I frown. Seriously? “and it’s … Helia.”
My eyes widen. “You-,” I say with anger shaking voice, 11 ‘are fucking My cousin?” I take the gun and smash it on his head.
He falls to the floor and catches his forehead that is bleeding now.
“You are right, I’m mad as hell right now. Does this look like a circus to you? You are making me look like clown for breaking my rules.
And with,” I catch my head, “Helia. Helia.”
“I’m sorry, Don.” He sits up and I kick his face. He groans and falls to his back again.
“You know what, will keep you alive. I’m looking for the real rat, I will not waste my bullet on something like this.
But both of you are in trouble.” I point my finger at him.
Why do I even bother making rules when idiots like them break them after wards.
“Sorry, boss.” He sits up with a bloody nose and forehead.
“Just go. Go from my sight.” I wave my head and he walks away limping.
So, if Dallia is not the rat. Helia isn’t either and I doubt that Viktor is, who is it then? Could it be the new one?
Orson?
That would be daring for a new member.
Elian’s pov
He is sitting on a couch, reading a book. I stand in the door like a creep not knowing if I can walk in.
“I can see you.” He says with a deep voice.
“O-oh, sorry. I didn’t want to interrupt.” He looks up to me. I look at his body. He is only wearing a quite revealing sports top.
“Sit here.” He pats the spot next to himself and I walk to him slowly. I look away and he grabs my chin. “You look too pretty to look away.” He smiles.
I gulp down. “W-what?” is he flirting with me.
“Sorry, I’m busy with work. I’m trying my best to find time but… at least you had a time to warm up to this house and my ways.
Is it better now?”
“It’s-better than when I arrived.” He gently lets go of my chin. He looks down to our engagement ring. I know he wouldn’t like if I took it off.
“I know it’s still and confusing. I wish we could talk more about the marriage but to be honest, my father didn’t say anything about a wedding.”
“Mine didn’t either.” I look at him. I thought at least he knew.
“Well, then I guess we shouldn’t worry about the wedding now if you don’t mind.”
I do worry but if we both don’t have information, it would be pretty useless.
“Yeah, we shouldn’t.”
“You have a different make up.” He moves my hair from my face and grabs it again. He is really affectionate.
“It’s the same.”
“You have the line here again.” He watches it like some new discovery.
“The eyeliner. Yeah, I like doing it. Why, is it ugly?” I
look at him.
“Nothing is ugly on you.” He lets me go, “Elian, be honest with me. Why did you accept this offer.
Did your father force you?”
I blink at him. “Ehm, I wouldn’t say force. He just…” shouldn’t I be saying this? Is he testing me? Is this awkward? “just explained the business matter to me and I think it’s a good one.
And you are a man so ehm, I’m into,” I cough, “men so that is that.”
He chuckles. Gosh, how many times will I say stupid things? “and I wasn’t with anyone at the time, or near time so … I don’t know, I saw only advantages.” I play with my shirt.
“Elian, am I the first person you are with?” he asks and my eyes widen.
“What? No. I,” I laugh nervously, “It’s not like that. I mean, I’ve only been with like two people but it’s…”
“It was just a question. I didn’t want to judge you but you scared me a little. I would feel bad if I was the only one.”
“No, not the only one.” But not much experience either.
“So, not the first relationship and hope the first-you
know.”
I look away. “No.” I say almost in whisper. It’s like confessing to your parents.
“Don’t think I’m some creep to go after unexperienced people or virgins. No, it’s not like that.
But I would have to… treat you a bit more gently if you were. Sometimes I can be an asshole.”
“It’s not like virgins are some loser who can’t do anything.” No. But I am.
“I didn’t mean it like that but you aren’t one any way so we have that off the table. I-well am obviously not one either.
Great. Now we both know.” He nods.
Of course. I didn’t even expect him to be a ******. How can such handsome, tall and rich man be unexperienced? Impossible.
“But I don’t want you to think we need to have sex right now because I asked you. I was just worried.
You are younger than me. We can wait after the wedding too.”
Wait. So, he is counting with it. I mean, I knew he is but now that he said it out loud I’m panicking.
I know he is literally my fiancé but it still doesn’t feel like it because we weren’t really… intimate. Oh shit.
I just nod. What am I supposed to answer.
“But if you don’t want to marry me, why would you even want to have a relationship with me?” I look at him.
He sighs. “Maybe was over reacting at first. I was mad at my father for not letting me choose.
I don’t have any hard feelings anymore.
I think we could not be the worst couple. If we went this far,” he touches my engagement ring, “we might as well try.
Anything you want to do with me now?”
“Movie Night?”
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Byyyyyy