Made for the Mafia Heir: Mrs Matteo Rocco

The room in which I stood stared emptily back at me. This is where I spent most of my 21 years of life. The huge mirror which was attached to the vanity my mother had given to me before she passed away stood at the very corner of the room. Sweet mother, I really wished she was here with me at this moment, only she would understand the pain that I was feeling.

All my life I have been raised by the notion, "A woman's place is behind her husband". I was raised to obey the wordings of a man, which of course only made me dislike them and disobey them in any way I could.

But this marriage........ I couldn't do that, my father would rip out my tongue if I ever said a word about it.

My mother never birthed a male child,2 girls down and still no male child till she died years ago shortly after my junior sister, Lucia was born. The only way to keep our already fallen empire alive was by a marriage merger with the ROCCOs. One which I never wanted.

From age 4 I was forced to learn everything I needed to know to be a mafia's wife. From knowing his favorite color to his favorite food, the first time he shot a gun and even killed his first enemy. It sounds untrue but it was true. I was groomed as the perfect wife without any flaws, not even a speck of flaws!

"AURORA, YOU NEED TO GET DOWN HERE"

The voice of my aunt Lia brought me back to my reality as I took one last glance at my room because I knew this would be the last time I'd ever get to see it. It was my safe place.

"I'll be down in a minute" I screamed back at her closing the doors and opening the adjoining door that led to my baby sister's room. She was the only person who I ever truly loved aside from my mom and I'll miss her a whole lot. I don't want to leave her here alone but I don't have a choice. I'm only agreeing to this marriage just so she can live a free life away from the Mafia life and be a happy girl, unlike the life I had to live growing up.

"Lucia, are you done" I asked and walked in without Lucia in sight. That's weird, she was definitely in her room dressing up moments ago. I walked into her dressing room, looking through the bathroom and the little studio room that was behind her dressing room yet couldn't find her. I walk down the stairs as I start to panic wondering what may have happened to her or caused her disappearance.

Reached down the stairs to where Aunt Lia was standing with her twin daughters, Isabella and Francesca.

"Has anyone seen Lucia, she's nowhere in her room or studio?"

Aunt Lia stares back at me as tho I am crazy, her daughters mutter inaudible replies and I sigh. Walking past them I head to the study where my mom left us countless books which I and my sister loved to read so much that we would lose track of time whilst in there.

I hear a sob come in and I knew at once it could only be Lucia who would come here and bawl her eyes out cause I'll be leaving. I walked in the direction of the sound till I found her crouched down by the bookshelf all by herself and wiping off tears that streamed down her face.

"Lucia....." I whispered as I brought my down to the same position as she. She looks up and doesn't say a word but that's fine because I know, and she knows. WE BOTH KNOW. And I can't help it because I have to go.

I raise her and wrap my arms around her holding back the tears that threaten to leave my eyes, I can't cry,not when she's here and also bawling out her eyes. We break our hug after she's stopped her tears and she looks up at me with big moist eyes.

"Will we ever see when you leave?" she asked as she sniffled and stared at me.

"Yes baby girl, I will always be your big sister and we will always see no matter what. Don't worry sorella, I'll talk to my fiancé when all is stable so you can move in with us okay?" I kissed her forehead and looked into her eyes which stared back at me with eyes gleaming with hope with the words I said.

(Sorrella: Sister in Italian)

"Now let's go and join the others downstairs so we won't miss out on the evening's fun. I heard the Rocco's own a library bigger than this with amazing collections of books which you would love"

"Yes yes yes" she squealed as she rushed out of the room with so much excitement that she almost tripped at the end of the stairs, but thanks to the quick response of the guard who was standing by the stairs who caught her right on time.

She looked back at me and laughed it off, her laughter and smile were so contagious that I couldn't help but laugh back at her alongside my cousins who joined in the laughter just because they found the situation funny. "Kids will always be kids," I thought to myself.

I join them and we walk down to the limousine which was parked outside waiting to talk to us the Rocco's CASTLE. Yes a literal castle, the house was huge and looked like a castle from the outside. I have only seen it in the picture that my dad showed to me when I was age 8, telling me I'd be a princess who would be living in Rocco's castle.

Talking about pictures, I don't know what my soon-to-be husband looks like. I was never allowed to see him or even get a glimpse of him. You might ask me why I didn't look I'm up on the internet or social media. I don't own a phone or have ever been allowed to own one. If ever needed to look up anything on the internet I used the iPad in the library which of course my aunt kept a tab of my browsing history restricting my access to many things happening outside my home and of course.......what my fiancé looked like. I just hope he's handsome as I heard Aunt Lia say he is.....

•AURORA'S POV•

The car came to a halt in front of the huge black gate which was guarded by four sturdy men draped in black suits who wore black sunglasses that covered their eyes from view.

One of them walked to the limousine and spoke to the driver, but didn't get to hear them cause we were seats away from the driver seat. Soon after that, the big black gate was opened and we went through it.

I won't even lie the house looked amazing and exactly what Papa showed me. The car parked close to the entrance of the house and we all stepped out of the car. The girls were all so excited about the house. Our house was huge as well don't get me wrong, but this house was only what I got to see when I read the books Mama left behind. In one word, MAGNIFICENT. Befitting to the Rocco's.

"Welcome to the Rocco's estate," a young man who looked just my age with a thick Italian accent said.

"Thank you" flashing him the best of my best smiles.

We all went into the house and I was almost gaping! It was beautiful and the decorations and everything were literally out of this world. Red curtains draped the pastel-colored walls with white marble tables which I could see my reflection and a huge chandelier that had lit candles hooked in the spaces made for it in the chandelier. The young who was our guide led us through the rooms while telling us about the house.

The house had a living room do each floor, with the ground floor having two rooms that currently weren't in use and a kitchen where food was made separately for the workers who lived in the house. The second and third floors had a kitchen and 4 rooms each on both floors. The third floor had office space too where my fiancé was when I and my family came in.

We were having dinner downstairs at the big family dinner table which was laid out with clean silverware and plain white plates that shone like it was polished out to perfection.

"Miss Marco please be seated, the rest of the family will join you shortly," he told me with his hands in front of me motioning me to my seat which was the first seat next in my row, next to the seat at the head of the table which I guessed was for my soon to be. We took our seats with Lucia sitting right next to me.

"What do you think he looks like?" Lucia asked

"Lucia I wouldn't know,if I did I'm sure you would also know what he looked like as well. But I hope he's as good-looking as Aunt Lia says, I wouldn't want to be married to an ugly Person" I said with a chuckle.

Lucia turned to join in the conversation Aunt Lia's twin daughters were having. The three girls were of the same age, age 13, and they had been playmates since they were toddlers. Seeing them play chatter away at that moment gave me a bit of peace about leaving her alone. At least she has her cousins to give her a bit of comfort and company.

My mind drifted to last night in Papa's office when he called me in for a light prep talk. "Remember, you are doing this for the family and our empire. Your place is behind your husband, you are to submit to him and care for his every need. Most importantly, GIVE HIM AN HEIR! A son in this marriage will seal off this marriage agreement and give our empire a second chance in the society" he had given me all of these instructions like I was just an item to him which he was using to get what he wants and not a daughter he treasures.

"Miss Marco", the young man who led us in rang behind me taking out of my train of thought and he was in front of me within a second."Sir Rocco wishes to speak to you in his office"

I nodded back at him and glanced at my sister and cousins who didn't notice I was leaving briefly.

I stood up to join him up the stairs leading to the third floor of the house where his office was situated. The butler knocked twice and waited for a few seconds before knocking thrice.

"Venire" (Come in) a low husky voice said in Italian.

The butler opened the door and let me in before stepping in and closing the door behind him.

"È qui Signor Rocco" (she is here Sir Rocco) the butler said standing in front of me facing the large table that demarcated us from the sturdy-looking figure who stood facing the window in the large office holding a glass of what seemed like rum. He raised his right hand as a signal to the butler to leave and he did almost immediately.

He turned to face me and I was left speechless, I could swear I was drooling at that very moment. Blue eyes met my emerald green ones with a daring expression that made me wonder what he thought of me at that very moment. This man was a literal Greek God and I was swooning. 6'3 fts with a very broad shoulder that outstretched his shirt which was rolled up to reveal his bulky arms. Wow! I thought, no wonder Dad never showed me his pictures, would have married him sooner just his looks.

"I believe your family is comfortable downstairs Miss," he said as he took a few steps from behind the table in my direction. I nodded in response to his question wiping off the swoon-worthy expression I had on my face before he caught on to it.

"Nice meeting you Aurora, my name is Matteo Rocco and I believe you can speak, I preferred being responded to not a NOD" his condescending tone took me off guard and I was then again reminded of why I would have to hate this man and this marriage.

"A minute ago I would have introduced myself as well but your condescending attitude doesn't warrant a warm introduction. May I know why you want to see me, Mr Rocco?"

•MATTEO'S POV•

Feisty! I like that.

The girl who stood before me looked like she could bury me 6fts under if she were to be given the chance to do so. Her blonde hair was tied up in a bun giving me a clear view of her facial features. She was a beauty to behold. Even with the clear look of anger plastered on her face, I could see her beautiful she was. But I don't like that tone she used with me and I'll make sure to break her to submission after she's married to me.

"I don't appreciate you using that tone with me Miss" my right hand was in my pocket while my left hand held a glass of rum.

"And I don't appreciate yours as well Mr Rocco, speak to me nice and I will reciprocate" she spat out angrily.

Well well, there goes our first meeting in the drain. It's going to be a long long marriage.

She walks past me and plops herself into the seat next to the table and crosses her legs. She's got an attitude and I lowkey love it.

"Why did you send for me?" She asked.

"No particular reason, I just wanted to see what my wife-to-be looks like" I take a sip of my rum and stare at her thigh which peeked through the long slit of her dress.

"You could have seen me at dinner, did you have to make me walk up the stairs just so you could see me? And stop staring at my legs" She looked like she was ready to stab a knife through my heart.

A low growl leaves my mouth "You keep pushing my buttons bambina" (baby).

"Seems we're done here, you've seen me and done enough staring, I should head down first." she grabs her purse and tries to walk past me.

"You don't get to leave when I don't permit you to" I grip her upper arm and push her fast but gently toward the table making her face me but with no escape route as I slam my hands on the table trapping her from both sides.

Her eye roll made me livid as I swore in my mind to make her respect me in my way.

I lean down towards her and press my body into hers intentionally, wanting to feel her body against mine. She's so beautiful and she's mine.

I brush my lips against her ear and her body shivers at the contact, her body responds well to mine, and I like that.

"This is my territory and I have the final say here, you'll learn to submit to me with time. I'll let this slide as this is our first meeting but next time you won't be so lucky" I whispered huskily into her ears. I could see her from the corner of my eyes bite her lips with an expression I couldn't quite grasp but she still looked sexy so I couldn't care less about what she thought.

"I would beg to disagree with you and if you lay a finger on me, I'll rip your throat out" she whispers back angrily.

I chuckle as she stares at me angrily letting my hands touch her shoulders which was bare thanks to the sleeveless dress she had picked for the dinner.

"I just laid 5 fingers on you, Tesoro, what are you gonna do about that?"( sweetheart).

With all her might she pushes me off her and huffs at me. With one last glance at me, she walks out of my office and slams the door behind her.

She's such a character. I like her feisty attitude but her character is something I don't like,but I'll groom her to my taste. We just have to get married first.

And her body, oh my goodness Matteo!

I won't lie,I am one notorious man who has this obsession with sex. I always want to have my sexual pleasure whenever, wherever and with whoever I set my mind with. I've had tons of sexual partners over the years but that will have to come to an end now that I'm getting married. MAYBE!

She had a nice body that smelled so good, and her skin looked smooth and beautiful underneath the gown, at least what I was able to see was pleasing to the sight. She was just very perfect when it came to her physical appearance but I can't say same for her character.

I hope she's good in bed, I thought as I took my last sip of the rum in my glass, adjusted my shirt and put on my suit. Walking out and closing my office door behind me gently I made my way down the stairs to the dinner table where my soon-to-be and her family sat and waited for me. From the stairs, I could hear voices and I recognized my mother's voice.

My family had gone on a trip the previous month but were supposed to be back today for the dinner and they did make it in time. Impressive!

I got to the edge of the stairs and my mother's attention was on me that very instant making her rush towards me, "You look so worn out, have you working this whole time son? You look like you've lost some weight". She keeps on ranting and making comments about my looks. She's always been that way with me and I find it adorable tho I'll never say that out loud.

My father on the other stood by my soon-to-be and gave me an empty expression. He is the exact opposite of my mom when it comes to me and I don't care. We've always had some sort of bad blood even as father and son.

I walk towards him and greet him, "Buonasera Papà"(Good evening Father). He nods without a word and walks off leaving me alone with my soon-to-be. She looks me dead in the eye and gives out a sigh. She walks off to her seat which was next to mine on the table.

"FRATELLO" my sister's voice rang from the other side of the table and she flashed a bright smile at me. Sofia, my junior sister is the youngest in the family and the most jovial of all of us. We are 3 and I'm the only boy of 2 girls.

Sofia and Bella, my two sisters with Bella being the shy and quiet type. But what people don't know is that she's the most dangerous of the two girls. Mess with her and she will take her revenge, SLOWLY.

I smile back at Sofia and Bella gives a little smile at me and turns back to her phone. Sofia looks at my fiancée and tries to make small talk with her from across the table. The two girls clicked at once and throughout dinner, they kept chattering away like long-lost friends.

Dinner with the Marco's went by fast and easier than I thought it would be. Her sister was sulky for most of it, maybe because he sister would be leaving her soon, but aside from that it was just fine.

Aurora was to move into our house today after dinner and her stuff was moved while dinner was going on. I'm a little excited to see how well she will adjust to her new environment. And to me her fiancé.