Chapter 2 Done Deal

Drake sat still and tensed. His eyes glued on the lady in front of him, seated calmly possessing all the radiant natural beauty that life offered her.

He gaped at her, his expression suddenly changing as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and annoyance as he beheld the lady who bumped into him yesterday.

"Is this some kind of sick, twisted joke? There is absolutely no way in hell that I am going to marry you."

The lady who goes by the name, Carol sat calmly , looking steadily at Drake. She brushed aside his comment and said,

My name is Carol Roosevelt. I was sent here by your father, Morris Donovan. "

Drake leaned back on his chair. After a while he said,

" This won't work for me. Not a chance"

At that instant, Drake remembered his father advising him not to let him down. Taking a long deep breath, he comforted himself. He didn't want to but he had to.

Carol said indifferently,

"Don't get this twisted, Drake. I don't want to marry you either, but I made a promise in which I must fulfill. "

Drake smiled and leaned closer.

"Are you a virgin, Carol?"

Having a sense of calmness, she answered,

"Yes, I am."

Drake laughed long and loud, attracting the attention of people in the restaurant. Carol narrowed her eyes at him , feeling uneasy. He abruptly stopped laughing, but the smiling aftermath left on his face.

"Like a slut could ever be a virgin. You amuse me, Carol. Now, what's your body count?"

Carol glared at him. A frown creeping into her face. She spat out angrily,

"Don't you ever call me that again. I haven't slept with anyone and I'll be damned if I let sorry asses like yourself put me down."

Drake smiled, clearly amused by her anger.

"Is that so? I think I am starting to like you. I have never seen a girl so fiesty...and I've seen a lot of girls. "

Carol looked at him, silent. Her expression turning to normal. Drake cocked his head to the side and looked at her green, emerald, cat eyes, saying,

"I have a nickname for you. I'll call you...Emerald "

Carol forced a smile, " That is a lovely nickname. "

Drake took a deep breath and stated,

"Alright, if we are going to get married, then you should know a few things about me. My name is

Drake Danavon. I am a Mafia leader. The name of the Mafia is Hounds. "

Carol nodded, paying rapt attention. He continued,

"I have a lot of secrets...dark secrets that will make your skin crawl. Understand?"

Carol nodded , saying, " Then it's official "

She stretched out her hand for a shake to seal it all.

Drake looked at her hand hesitantly and shook her firmly. He felt her warmth as she felt his.

"Then, it is a done deal. We will get married. "

With that, Carol got up and made for the door.

Drake's eyes were glued to her buttocks. It was huge, round and succulent, rippling with each step. Drake licked his lips lustfully. Then , he took out his phone about to take a picture but she already left.

Meanwhile, Carol's father, Angelo was seated with two of his Mafia members. They were in a highly furnished room, with a golden chandelier in the middle of the ceiling. Angelo trumped his fingers on the couch he was seated on and begun.

"Now that my daughter is going to get married to that asshole, Drake, I will exact my revenge. Although she doesn't know what my true intentions are yet."

Angelo takes a deep breath and continues,

" He will surely pay for killing my wife. The love of my life. I will make sure his life becomes so hellish."

The Mafia members nod approvingly. One of them, sipping a glass of Vodka. The other lighting a cigarette. Angelo stared ahead and grinned anticipating the doom that will fall on Drake and his family for their past sins and offences towards him. Offences that are unforgettable.

His true intentions was to use Carol to torture him in the days of their marriage. Unknowing to him that Carol wouldn't stoop so low to exact revenge on anybody. Even if she would not want to do such, even knowing that Drake murdered her mother, she would not do it. Either way, she did not know and Angelo was not going to tell her anything soon.

As Angelo and two of his top Mafia members in ranking had their meeting, Carol stepped inside. She walked with her naturally calm demeanour and kissed her father on the forehead, not minding the other two men that watched her closely, admiring her hourglass figure, while drinking and smoking.

"Do you have a moment?" she inquiried "There is something I would like to discuss with you"

Angelo looked at her slightly confused. Slowly, he got up and followed her to another room for some privacy.

What is the matter, Carol?" He asked as he closed the door behind them.

She took a deep breath and looked squarely at him.

"Dad, I have arranged a wedding date with him, Drake and I will be getting married in two days"

Angelo nodded in approval and smirked. He moved closer and gave her a warm, fatherly hug. He was not only excited for revenge, but was also a bit guilty having to use his only daughter for such petty reasons. He withdraw and looked into her emerald coloured eyes.

"My little bumble bee, I am so happy for you. I have been waiting for this ever since you were just a little girl."

Carol only smiled and said nothing else to her glad father. Her eyes indifferent.

Coincidentally enough, the day of the wedding came, Drake and gist brides groom stood on stage with matching Luis Vuitton tuxedos. He looked casual, almost nonchalant as though it wasn't his wedding.

Carol walked down the aisle with her father holding her hand . Drake's widened as he saw her father. A frown of realization crept in.