“Mum, you know I can run this mafia myself; I do not need a man to do it for me,” I whined.
After I left Alessandro’s house, I came home and needed some time with my mother, hopefully, I can get some useful advice.
“Sweetheart, I know you are perfectly capable on your own, but having Alessandro would make your job ten times easier”. She spoke softly taking my hand in hers.
“Your father would’ve wanted you to get married before he passed away, so that’s what you’re doing,” She stated.
“It’s just too much for me; so much has happened in the past week. My brain can’t handle how fast he and I are going in such a short period,” I whined again.
“Do you want to talk about it?
Did Alessandro hurt you in any way?” She looked at me with a concerned look on her face.
“I really can’t talk about it, and no, he didn’t hurt me; I’m pretty sure I’ve hurt him,” I sighed, putting my head in my hands in frustration.
I’ve had about 17 missed calls since I left Alessandro and a dozen text messages from him.
It’s nice to know he cares, but he’s only brought bad luck to me like I was almost killed because of his shitty plan to kill Logan, not to mention that awful dinner with his family.
“Cassandra, I know this isn’t what you wanted but I can tell Alessandro cares about you I can see it in his eyes, I’ve known him since he was just a little boy trust me he’s warming up to you”
She stated, and I hugged her, taking in her sweet perfume.
“I’m going to bed; my head is pounding.” I dragged my body out of her room. “Goodnight, Mum.”
I walked up the stairs shut the door to my room and took off my dress and makeup.
Climbing into my bed I could still smell the faint scent of Alessandro on my pillows.
Fuck me!
I glared at the screen of my phone noticing 32 missed calls and 87 text messages from him asking if I was okay and he wanted to see me.
As much as I wanted to see him I couldn’t.
I’ve caused too much trouble since being with him and if he’s going to be the man I’m marrying; I want to take as much time as I can to myself but fuck, I was so tempted to go over to his house and give him a hug, maybe a few kisses, and possibly fuck?
But no, I can’t, plus I love not sharing a bed.
Morning came and I jogged downstairs to see if my mother had made me a morning coffee since she wakes up way earlier than me
And just to my surprise there she was sitting in the living room, her back facing me, I did notice a muscular figure with a handsome face sitting in front of her laughing about something she said.
“Good morning, sweetheart. I was going to tell you Alessandro came to visit, but I didn’t want to wake you. Have a seat,” She said softly, and I could feel Alessandro staring at me the whole time.
“How are you two feeling, are you excited to finally sign the marriage papers today?” I choked on my coffee at my mother’s words and spurted coffee burst all over my bare legs.
I could hear Alessandro laughing, I glared at him, but he soon stopped.
“Aunty Maria, can I talk to your daughter alone please?” Alessandro peered at my mother softly while I wiped the coffee off my legs with a tissue.
“Of course, Please don’t kill each other while I’m gone,” She joked, walking upstairs.
“How are you feeling? you didn’t answer my calls or texts?” Alessandro sat on the couch next to me and placed his palm on my thigh.
“I didn’t want to talk to you, simple.” I started taking his hand, removing it from my bare thigh.
“Have I done something wrong? I can assure
you my father have been taken care of” He said his dark brown orbs staring into mine and my stomach let out butterflies at the intense eye contact.
“Did you kill him?” I was scared Alessandro did something to harm his father, I know how overprotective he is over me and that is the last thing I want.
“No love, you don’t need to know the details, you are too pretty to worry about those things” He continued staring into my eyes and then placed a peck kiss on my forehead “I would never let
anyone hurt you, do you understand?” He said.
“Well, I was almost killed by Logan, did you forget that?” I raised my voice.
“Ah but you weren’t killed so I must’ve
done something right” He smirked to himself.
“Are you ready to be Mrs. Russo?”
“Not really, I’m only doing this for the sake of my mafia” I lied getting up from my seat walking towards the kitchen preparing another coffee for myself.
“I know that’s not true love, you will soon admit your feelings for me even if I have to fuck it out of you hm?” He followed me into the kitchen leaning on the countertop in front of me.
“I suggest you go get dressed so we can go get married”
“What makes you think you can boss me around?” I questioned him, taking a sip of my ready-made coffee and burning my top lip slightly.
“Because if you don’t do as I ask I’ll spank your pretty little ass in front of your mother and I’m not sure she would be quite fond of that, would
she?” He chuckled darkly.
“Go on, get dressed. I’ll wait down here for you,” He urged.
I sighed admitting defeat and ran up the stairs slipping into a short black skirt, a white crop top, and some ankle boots letting my hair down loose.
A short skirt is probably not the best decision I’ve ever made but I’m not wearing this for him.
Walking downstairs I was met with a pair of dark eyes staring at me burning a hole right through my chest.
“Ready?” He said, reaching his hand for mine, and I took it. The cold metal of his rings startled me slightly.
“No not really” I huffed out shouting bye to my mother.
We got to the court, ready to sign some shitty papers.
What a fun way to get married yay! Alessandro looked at me the whole time licking his lips and staring at my ass even though we are literally in a court right now.
“Congratulations you are now husband and wife” The Judge said, taking the paperwork way and giving us our rings.
I didn’t even get an engagement ring but I guess that doesn’t matter now.
“Do I get to kiss the bride?” Alessandro asked in a deep tone grabbing my waist and pulling me close to him the front of my breasts slightly touching his chest.
“You can kiss me on the cheek for now” He does as I say and places a subtle kiss on my cheek.