Chapter 4 Insulting her

It was Wednesday, and Ava was in her room dressing reluctantly because the Cosa Nostra and his son would be visiting them. She stared at herself in the mirror and she didn't know when tears slipped her eyes. This was not what she planned. She planned on a better future than what she was facing currently and in a few days she would be the wife of the Italian mafia's son, the cruelest man alive.

She was jotted out of her thoughts when a knock was placed on her door. She didn't bother answering because she knew who it was and when her mom came in, she rolled her eyes at her. Ava was in no mood to see anyone, either her mom or dad.

" Princess....." Mrs. Thomas trailed off as she became short of words. No amount of words could subdue the amount of pain Ava was feeling.

" What do you want?" Ava asked icily for the very first time.

" I am sorry my baby..... It was all because of your father's greediness, please don't get mad at me" she pleaded and Ava stood up from her chair and faced her mother.

" You said it was because of his greediness right?" She asked and her mother nodded. " So why then didn't he use his favorite daughter as the collateral why me? I am sure I won't be more than a month old then but for fuck sake my sister was already two years then, why does it have to be me mum? I don't want to marry him I am not ready for marriage" Ava said as tears slip from her eyes. She has been trying to hold it back but she couldn't any longer.

" Just get married to him. We will find a way to pay the Cosa Nostra the money back my baby" Mrs Thomas tried coercing Ava but what she didn't know was Ava wasn't a child anymore, she could differentiate between right and wrong.

Ava chuckled before sniffing, " The money you weren't able to pay for twenty years, is it now you would be able to pay it?" She asked before taking a deep breath. " Even if I get to forty years, you still won't be able to pay the money so I am ready to face the consequences. I am ready to get married to him" Ava said confidently. She knew there was no use crying over spilled milk, the deed has already been done and there was no turning back.

Her mother's eyes widened immediately, " you will get married to him?" She asked to be sure if she heard right. " Yes I would get married to Vincenzo," Ava said and wiped her tears while her mom walked to where she stood and hugged her.

" I love you my princess" she muttered patting Ava's back.

Mr. Thomas and his wife were already seated in the sitting room waiting for the Cosa Nostra to arrive. Of course, they were damn nervous because the Italian mafia was like a god in Italy. His presence in someone's house meant either of the two; the person is either fortunate to have him in his house or the person is really unfortunate because it meant death is already knocking at his door.

A few minutes later, the door busted open and the Cosa Nostra strode in with a cigarette in between his lips. Behind him was Vincenzo who was putting on a harmless white shirt revealing his tattoos and a ripped jeans trouser.

The couple stood up immediately the Italian mafia and his son came in, " welcome Cosa Nostra" they bowed before taking their seat.

" Thomas, this is my son Vincenzo. I am sure you've heard so much about him right?" Cosa Nostra asked and Mr Thomas nodded.

Vincenzo was less concerned about everything that was happening, he just couldn't wait for the right opportunity to get the hell out of that place.

" Where is your daughter Thomas? I am sure she would be a princess by now" the Italian mafia chuckled and Mr Thomas smiled. " Indeed she is now like a princess. Very pretty." Hearing those words from her father, Ava couldn't help but scoff where she stood at one corner of the sitting room.

" Come in Ava," Mr Thomas said and she slowly walked into the sitting room and bow down for the Cosa Nostra. " She is really pretty. Just my son's type." Vincenzo scoffed after hearing what his father said. He raised his eyes to look at the kid his father said to be his type and he frowned when he saw her.

Ava was putting on a floral pink gown which was just a little above her knee, just the color he hates most. Vincenzo wasn't a fan of pink he hated the sight of such childish color. He prefers black which was his favorite color and her long blonde hair looks like a haystack. She was putting on a pink hair band and also lip gloss on her sexy pink lips with a dazzling smile on. Vincenzo scoffed again and walked out of the room making the tension between the family members and the Italian mafia palpable.

" We will hold the wedding on Saturday at the city hall," the Cosa Nostra said and stood up walking out of the house. He met Vincenzo leaning on his car with a cigarette on his lips. Only heavens know how angry he was at that moment. Getting married to such a young girl didn't sit well with him.

" What was that for?" Came the Italian mafia's voice and Vincenzo scoffed.

" You weren't expecting me to marry such a kid, were you? That girl is just a little kid. Who wears pink hair bands and pink gowns nowadays?" He asked trying to suppress his anger.

" She's fucking twenty years" the Italian mafia snapped at him but Vincenzo just rolled his eyes.

" I don't care how old she is. All I know is that I am not getting married to that thin kid" he muttered and entered his car before driving off.

Meanwhile, Ava was hearing what the Italian mafia and his son were saying. She was in her room when she heard his voice so she couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversation and that only led to hurting her.

" Am I really a kid? I am twenty years old and that bastard is calling me a kid? I hate him" she muttered as a single tear dropped down her eyes.