The Don I Was Forced To Marry

CHAPTER ONE

Aria's POV

I pressed my feet hard against my car's brakes, watching the black SUV tumble into the woods.

"Shoot them all! No one should survive except Luca Chavez!" I ordered as I stepped out of the car.

One by one, my men ran towards across the street, the sounds of gunshots filling the air in loud, chaotic sounds.

The birds on the trees flew away, and the cloud came together, casting a dark presence over the area.

Even the universe knew that today was Luca's end!

I paced back and forth on the road, slowly exhaling the contents of my cigarette.

"Ivan," I called out to one of my men who arrived almost immediately.

"Yes, queen."

"Bring him to me." I demanded and he scurried off into the woods.

My heart shot up with excitement as I saw the dead bodies being thrown out on the street.

As long as they were loyal to Luca Chavez, they deserved to die.

My lips curled up into a smirk as I spotted the green-eyed demon being dragged out by my men.

He panted heavily as he struggled to break free, his eyes glaring daggers at me as they threw him to the ground.

"How does it feel being captured and helpless?" I asked, throwing away my cigarette as I walked towards him in long, careful strides.

His white shirt was messed up with blood and his face was bruised. Seeing that made me feel happy.

"Aria Vetro, let me go. Don't start a war that you'd not be able to finish!" He threatened, rising to his feet.

My brows pulled together in a tight frown, "Do you dare to threaten me?" I questioned.

His lips parted but just before he could say anything, I released a bullet into his arm.

"Arrghh!" He groaned in pain, falling to his knees.

"One more threat and I'll pluck out your eyes." I gritted out, curling my hair behind my ears.

"What do we do to him, queen?" Ivan asked, pulling out a dagger from his shirt.

I raised a palm in front of him, "I'd torture him myself. Get him in the car, he's coming with us."

Following my order, Luca was tied up after which the bullet was ripped out of his arm with force.

He groaned in pain, his eyes reddening from the tears he was fighting to hold back.

Seeing him in pain delighted me, and this was just the beginning.

The drive home was only a few minutes from where I captured Luca.

I strolled in to the mansion, my hands clasped behind my back.

"Let him come with me." I said, walking towards my room.

When I got in, I turned to see Luca being thrown in, his body still wrapped in ropes.

On the blue painted walls of my room hung pictures of my mother–the one whom Luca murdered in cold blood.

I moved closer to him, my hands grabbing his chin as I turned his face to my favorite picture of her.

"Do you remember her? You fucking killed her!" I spat, tightening my grip on him.

"I don't kill women," He said, a foul stench of alcohol exuding from his mouth.

I struck him across the face, "Nonsense! You are the murderer and I know it!"

I let go of his chin with a hard push as I walked away from him, "For years, I have searched for the killer. The one who had the same red owl tattoo on his arm." I stopped myself, recalling the memory of my mother's head being sliced by the murderer.

I never saw his face, but I saw a red owl tattoo on his arm–and I never forgot it.

"You have that tattoo Luca Chavez. So don't play games with me." I added, my fingers curling into fists.

"There has to be a mistake. I do have the tattoo but I didn't kill your mother." He insisted.

His words made my blood boil, I turned to him with a tight frown.

"You can lie all you want but there's no saving you from me. I will give you a slow, painful death. You'll beg to die but I won't let you go." I grinned, slicing his previously shot arm.

His eyes dilated with pain, before returning to its resting icy glare.

"You'll regret this Aria, no one messes with me and goes scot free" He growled as thick blood dripped from his arm.

I scoffed, "That is if you even make it out of here."

"IVAN!" I yelled.

The swift steps of my second-in-command coming towards my room was the next thing I heard.

"Yes, queen." He arrived, his hands folded in front of his groin with a stern look.

"Untie him and strip his lower body naked," I ordered as I took a seat on the red couch, spreading my arms wide while watching the scene.

My jaws hardened as my mind drifted off into a faint memory.

Mother never liked the Mafia but father was part of the Mafia.

She loved my father and she decided to stay, vowing to keep me away from the Mafia.

But after her murder, I was exposed to this cold, ruthless world. My father groomed me into his mini devil who knew nothing but death, violence and revenge.

I hated this side of me but I loved it at the same time. The old me would never be this bold enough to torture my enemies.

"He's been stripped, queen." Ivan declared.

I waved a hand, asking him to leave.

My eyes examined Luca's body, from his face down to his naked cock.

"You bitch, how dare you strip me of my dignity?!" Luca snapped, his face twisting into a mix of anger and embarrassment.

I crossed my arms around my chest, "I won't only strip you of your dignity, I'd make sure to misuse it. You'll not only be my slave, you'd be my sexual slave!" I laughed hysterically, clapping as I laughed.

"You're a meniac!"

"Oh, yes I agree. But this meniac will be the ruin of you!"

I smirked as I caught grip of his balls, squeezing with as much force as I could.