Contracted To Marry My Ex- Husband Mafia Uncle

Hannah POV

"Sign the divorce papers now Hannah, we don't have time to waste" Gerald threw the papers in my face, with no remorse.

"What if I don't want to?" I ask my hands shaking as I reach the papers from the floor, "I wanted to be done with Gerald for good but I owed him my life, I was married to him for five years and I've been loyal, like a dog, like a stepping stool.

"Then you will have to go to court and I don't think you have a dime to your name to pay any lawyers do you?" Laila my little step- sister said beside him.

Both of them, Gerald and Laila were the perfect couple to everyone, they played movie roles together, and she even attended his CEO parties with him like they were husband and wife but I was his wife, embarrassed by me and my curvy stature, and he kept me at home away from his family and friends.

He only married me out of pity I know, he had saved me from a crime I had committed while we were in college and married me to keep me safe, leaving me with only my step-mother and step-sister, Laila , they maltreated me in all forms but I stayed because I had committed a great crime, one they all knew about, and due to this, they had power over me.

I was to get a part of the family inheritance after my fathers death but only if I was married, Gerald seized the opportunity and convinced me into giving him everything.

I was happy he was serving me the divorce papers and finally happy about parting ways but I was distraught, where would I go from here? Sleep on the streets? Beg for money? Tears glazed my eyes and I turned to look at the both of them.

"You both always hated me" I whisper staring at the paper in my hands, "you made sure to always make it known" I sigh, "I won't sign the papers unless you give me a portion of my inheritance back!!" I turn to Gerald with angry eyes, tears running down my face.

Laila giggles beside him, stepping forward, a slap is thrown across my face before I can catch it throwing me to the floor.

I gasp my eyes wide as I stare up at her, "You were married to Gerald for long, you ate, slept, and remained clothed under his roof, I think that's enough payment for a woman whose mother was a whore and whose daughter was a killer" she laughs going to stand beside Gerald .

He approves of this, she always acted weak and fragile in front of him and always painted me as a bad person and I was always severely punished for it.

I grit my teeth the tears from before heavier, what do I do now? "I want my wages!!" I say with panicked eyes, "I worked hard as your personal assistant for years Gerald , I deserve my wages."

Gerald walks towards me roughly grabbing my hair in his, he turns my eyes to meet with his angry ones.

"Sign the damn papers Hannah or I'll make you pay, I will destroy you and you don't want to see that side of me" he lets go of my head throwing me to the floor like a rag.

My fingers shake as I sign the papers, permanently removing me from his life.

As soon as I sign the papers, a bag is thrown on my lap.

"Those are your clothes, get out before I ask the guards to do it myself" Laila rolls her eyes, her fingers wrapped around Gerald 's neck as they share a passion-filled kiss.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Gerald turns to me brows raised, his eyes pointing to the door.

I stepped out of the house, my phone in hand and a bag in the other, the moon reflects down at me as the guards kicked me out of the gates, standing by the side of the road, I'm confused, I call the only number I have saved on my phone.

My stepmother.

"Hello Mother," I say into the phone the cold wind catching up with me as I walk further into the city.

"I told you not to call me that, I am not your mother??, what do you want?"

"A place for the night," I say my voice coming out in panic once I realize I'm alone and liable to be raped or worse killed out here on the streets, my eyes move around, homeless men and women litter the street, I can't end up here.

She laughs into the phone, "Laila and Gerald are to be married soon and Laila is already pregnant, something you couldn't do in your years of marriage, why should I help you? Goodnight Hannah" she says her voice rough and angry call ending with a harsh tone.

Tears fill my eyes and my lips start to shake in the cold, my eyes move around the street, apart from the bars and restaurants open, my eyes meet with one signage.

"Maxis Stip and pole dancing club" if there's anything I know, they will accept everyone and anything.

Vincenzo POV

"The Guns lands tonight boss, and The Red Hand cartels are planning on attacking us tonight and stealing from us, what do we do boss?" Marco my second in command turns to me, his eyes are filled with panic, despite the tattoos covering half of his face, he always looked up to me for advice

Are you really doubting the Boss tonight Marco" Javier said next to him with a charismatic smile, my late best friend's son, I had taken him up as a mentee as I was forty years old with no son or heir, I was going to pick him as my heir to the Black viper cartel when the time comes, but of course I wouldn't tell him that, I wanted to watch him first, see how he acted and adopted to the mafia world, it was not all fun and games, it was a dangerous world.

But the name Vincenzo sent shivers down the spines of men, when they heard about the Black Viper cartel, men cowered in fear, it was thanks to my great-grandfather, he had started the cartel and my father was to take over but after my mother's death, I was trained to take over the cartel and so was my younger brother.

He was probably a better candidate than me, he was 39 with a full-grown son already, an heir and he had a wife and a family, the cartel respected family and that's one thing I didn't have since my ex-wife left me out of fear of the cartel.

"We attack at midnight, grab all the available men, and place them at all entrances of the shipping docks, I will be there to count the goods myself," I say sipping my bourbon

My eyes move to behind them while they discuss between themselves, a woman walks through the doors, her eyes panicking, she looks young, maybe 25, she looks homeless and innocent, her black hair cascades down her back, her blue piercing eyes moving around the room, she spots the stripper on the pole dancing and moving audaciously, she shivers moving to the attention of the manager.

My eyes can't help but follow her curvy body, even in jeans they still moved something in me.

"Who are you staring at like a love-stricken puppy?" Javier says turning around to spot the woman

My hand lands on his shoulder in a hot slap, and he winches, "Who are you calling a puppy?" I raise a brow at him.

Marco laughs, mocking Javier, these were the only two people who saw this playful part of me, I trusted no one else.

"Let us go it is almost midnight," I tell both men standing up, at the same time all around the room about ten other men dressed in black stand up, ready to follow me.

I catch the shocked look on the unknown woman's face, her eyes move around the room landing on my brown ones, and for the first time in decades, my heart pumps loudly at the site of her staring at me, her lips slightly parted, but she immediately looks away, following the manager into the back room.

I frown, feeling a type of way, I hope he doesn't plan on making her climb one of those poles, nobody should see her half-naked, and nobody should see her dancing.

"Except it's for you" My brain rings at me but I remove the thoughts walking out of the room with my men, a few SUVs park in front of us, and I easily slip inside.

My feet tap on the leather-covered floors nervously, not because of the gunfight we might have in a few minutes, I've done it a thousand times, shoot bullets into people, fight men, and even in fighting rings but at the thought of that unknown woman climbing a pole for men tonight.

I automatically felt possessive over her and I didn't like it, I haven't felt like this since-" I halt my thoughts grabbing my phone and pulling out the manager's number.

"The woman who you just took in, let her work the bar and not the poles" I send the message immediately.

It would confuse him but I didn't give a fuck, that woman was mine and I was going to get her one way or the other.

The car came to a stop in front of the docking yard, I pulled out my gun clicking on the revolver, we walked into the yard and it was quite void of anyone except two men near a large crate.

"Vincenzo" the French man sends me a charming smile, "I didn't realize you would be coming to see this shipment yourself" he laughs but the night is silent.

"Open it," I say my voice deep, my fingers gripping my gun tightly.

His eyes move nervously to my hands, "fine fine" he nods at the other man and they open the crate, before I can step forward to see the goods a whizzing sound moves past my ears landing in between the French man's forehead and he falls to the floor with a thud, shock coursing through me.

Hannah POV

"Clean here too Hannah, what are you? A princess?" one of the women mocks spilling a drink on the table.

Thankfully the manager offered me a job after I approached him, he had wanted to ask me to join the strippers to earn my wages and my stay in the bar but he suddenly had a change of mind I was cleaning, and the other girls made sure to make fun of me for it.

Weirdly they all saw me as some sought of threat, or something to play with while they were bored.

"Fatty!!" one of the girls smacks my ass walking past me as I wipe down the table.

"Don't mind the girls, they will warm up to you soon, they are never friendly with new girls" the manager turns to me with a shrug

I nod at him when the doors are pushed open, the night I got hired, there was a man here, he was protected by a lot of other men in black and gosh was he handsome, glorious even.

His feet hit the floorboards, his honey-brown eyes shine in the low-lighted room, soon they land on mine shocking me to my core, he moves his eyes away taking a seat.

"Who is that?" I whisper to no one in particular but one of the younger girls, answers me, "Handsome right?" she giggles, "That is Vincenzo North, he owns this establishment and many more" She turns to me slightly "You don't know him?"

"Never heard of him," I say my eyes following his exposed arms covered in layers of tattoos, his black beard shines in the room with a strike of white at the side.

"How old is he?" I raise a brow at her mopping as I go, music piping right behind us, girls dancing on poles and men, drinks being served like every other night.

She smirks "Way too old for any of us, the older women have their claim on him" she shrugs hugging her drink, she hands me another cup

I shake my head in a no-gesture

"I'm the only woman who has been friendly to you since you got here, if I say drink, you drink, or your life will remain a living hell here for as long as you're here," she says her voice hard and serious like I insulted her "And it won't get you drunk" she rolls her eyes, "It's apple juice" she shrugs passing the drink to me.

I nod taking the drink from her grasp and turning everything down my throat.

"Good" she smiles walking away

I frown, hoping I dont get myself in trouble, I have a comfortable room here, a job that pays well and I will be out of here in a month if I save up well, they feed me, and cloth me, even if it's not the best of things but it's comfortable, it's mine and Gerald can never take this one from me.

My fingers wrap around the mop stick, last I heard, Gerald and Laila were getting married this weekend, so quick, so fast, no remorse or regard for me.

I bit my lip my vision going a bit blurry, I shook my head standing up.

"Hannah!!" the manager calls my attention to the bar.

"I'm coming sir" I yell over the music rushing to meet him, he hands me a tumbler and a delicate jug of Rum.

"You see that man at the edge?" he points over to Vincenzo , "Go and serve him his drink," he says, the girls giggling with each other at the corner

"Me?" I frown turning to the manager and back to Vincenzo , "But I clean the floors" I reply.

"You serve drinks now too girl, now go!!" he exclaims his voice sharp and intense.

I shake my head my eyes blurry, my movements shaky but I make it across the room to the corner with the man, the lighting around his area is a darker blue, more private I guess.

"Si..r" I stutter reaching the table, my blue eyes turn to meet his intense brown ones, his fingers intertwined and his tattooed knuckles on show

"And you are?" he turns to me his voice heavy and deep, almost seductive.

"Hannah Sir.." I frown my eyes going blurry again as I pour the drink, I miss the glass.

"Shit!!" his deep voice is loud enough for anyone to notice, for everyone to hear, "you spilled the drink on me!!" he says his voice as intense as before, not angry but annoyed, maybe irritated?

"I'm so sorry sir, oh my gosh!!" I exclaim my hands reaching out to wipe away the drink but stop once I realize it's on his crotch

"Hannah!!" the manager walks up to me, "I'm fucking done for"

"Sir, I'm so sorry, she's newly hired, in fact, go to the back Hannah you are fired," he says turning back to the man

He doesn't say anything, doesn't defend me, he just accepts a wipe from one of the ladies wiping away the drink on his family Jewel's.

"Sir please" I try to beg one more time, tears glazing over my eyes, begging for a listening ear but they turn away from me.

It's fast and quick, the girls get my belongings so quickly, the girl from earlier who handed me the drink leading them.

"Also yeah, don't trust everything they give you to drink here or you won't last long" she whispers to me throwing my bag at me in front of everyone.

Embarrassed I grab my belongings and leave the room just as I came.