Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

Sergio chuckled dryly and looked around. They were far apart from each other. “Take the seat beside me, Bambolina”

“The distance is fair enough, Tesoro.” She replied and smiled sweetly. “The only person that should sit beside you is your Mistress. You should send for her. I am sure she will gladly join you!”

“You are my wife!”

“Am I?” She asked and met his hard gaze. They stared at each other for a long time before she finally looked away. Her heart was pounding heavily in her chest. “Enjoy your meal, Amore mio!”

Rosana was trying so hard not to shake. After the bold act she had just displayed in front of him, it would be shameful if she started trembling. He would know it was just a facade and use it against her, break her.

The room suddenly felt hot and she blamed it on the long sleeve dress she was wearing. She should’ve worn something simple, something sleeveless. Now, she was starting to sweat when she hadn’t even touched her meal.

Sergio watched her with a smirk plastered on his lips. She was acting tough and he enjoyed watching her. At least she gave it a try, unlike other people who wouldn’t dare. The sight of him always filled them with immense fear.

Rosana couldn’t eat. She could feel his hard gaze boring holes all over her and refused to look up at him. If she did, she was going to melt and tremble. That was how much he possessed her.

“If you make me come to you myself, then you will not be able to walk for the next weeks, Amore mio, I promise!”

Just hearing his deep and gravelly voice caused her stomach to lurch into her throat. Her heartbeat skyrocketed. It slammed against her ribcage and buzzed in my ears, sending chills down her spine. She looked up at him and her breath hitched in her throat.

He sat at the other end of the table, perfectly poised while looking at her trembling figure. What kind of a man was he? She wondered. What kind of a man broke down her walls effortlessly?

It didn’t take her long to scurry out of the seat as she nearly tripped on her heels. She walked towards the other end of the table and quietly lowered herself on the seat beside him.

“You are such an idiot, Rosana!” She said in her head and curled her shaky hands into a fist.

She couldn’t even look up at him or do anything else. Her earlier enthusiasm had wholly dissipated and all she could feel was fear and frustration eating at her insides like burning acid.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Sergio leaned closer and grasped her face in his hand. The pads of his fingers pressed into her skin as he forced her to look up at him. When she did, tendrils of fear gripped her by the gut.

“Do not ever think you have a choice when it comes to me, Bambolina. Your place is beside me, forever and always. Do you understand?” She nodded quickly but he pressed his fingers deeper into her skin. “Words!”

“Yes… Yes, I understand!”

“Make it slutty like you did a while ago” He ordered with a smirk.

She gulped, but it lodged in her throat like an external object “Yes… Amore mio!”

He smirked smugly and released her face which already had his handprints on both sides “Good girl. Now, eat. You will need it for tonight”

Rosana blinked and stared at him with furrowed brows. What was he talking about? What was happening tonight? She wondered as her heart started to hammer wildly in her chest.

She wanted to ask questions but instead, she waved it aside and started eating. She just escaped her face being crushed and didn’t want anymore. Besides, she was told never to question him.

They both ate in silence until they were done. Sergio stood up and started walking out while she hurriedly followed behind him. She was troubled and wanted to know what would happen that night. Was it good or bad?

“How should I dress for tonight?” She finally asked and silently prayed he responded. When he didn’t, she asked again. “What is happening tonight?”

“You will be dancing tonight” He answered curtly and walked away.

Rosana halted at once and watched him leave. Did he just say she was dancing? She wondered. How? She wasn’t much of a dancer and why would she be dancing tonight? Was there any kind of special occasion?

?????

“He said I would be dancing tonight. You never told me about any dance!”

Enzo laughed and she frowned. She was dead serious and had been worried the whole time until Viola delivered a message from him. She was to wear her combat uniform and meet him at the training facility.

She did as instructed and rushed out with the hope that she’d get some answers from him about the dance his brother talked about. “Why are you laughing? Is it that funny?”

“I am sorry, My Lady, what dance are you talking about?”

“You do not know?” She asked in return and scoffed. What is Sergio planning again? She wondered.

“Calm down, he just wants to see how far you’ve gone in your training”

“But he said I will be dancing tonight”

Enzo chuckled and looked at her. “Maybe”

She punched him on the shoulder and he laughed. “It is not funny. I cannot dance! Why will he ask me to dance?”

“As I said before, he wants to watch you fight. But he thinks you have been playing and dancing around. He does not believe you have been training well”

She now understood why Enzo had asked her to wear her combat uniform. “But I have been training so hard and you know it!”

“I do. But he doesn’t. All you have to do is show him what you are made of. Prove to him that you are not some dancing queen”