Marrying the Mafia's Daughter

MAVERICK

For a woman who had lived through the worst, been to hell, and come back, I couldn't believe I made it through another day.

"You look exhausted. Take a day off," my boss, Rocco, said as a greeting. He was also my friend and owned the Bazz Village Bar in downtown New York.

I looked over at him as I put on the apron. "No thanks. I need money."

"We all need money, Maverick, but you can use a rest." He was almost glaring, but tonight was Saturday, and the tip would be good.

"You want me to be out of your hair and off your couch? Then I need money to rent an apartment." I shut my locker harshly. When my ex broke up with me and kicked me out of the apartment, Rocco let me crash at his place upstairs. That was three weeks ago.

My ex was a dirtbag and a cheat. I couldn't believe I was so blind and didn't figure out sooner that he had been cheating on me. The same day he broke up with me, he brought his girlfriend to the apartment we shared.

I couldn't stomach the thought that they were banging in our bedroom, so I decided to leave and accept Rocco's offer. Yes, my life was a mess.

"You're killing yourself." He sighed like he was too tired of my shit. "If you just take the money-"

"No." I walked past him to punch in. He chased me out, but I decided not to let him talk. "Just let me work in peace, okay?"

"Just want to let you know that you have a friend." His brown eyes turned serious.

"Yay. Thanks."

I just walked into the bar, and it was already crowded. I recognized a man in his early 30s, always in his neat black suit and tie. He probably worked for a prominent, rich guy as a service detail.

"Same?" I smiled.

"Yup." A gentle smile moved on his lips.

I poured a scotch on the rocks like he always ordered and placed it before him as he slid onto the stool. "There you go, sir."

I went to another customer, a beautiful woman with artsy, manicured fingers. "Can I interest you with something strong, miss?"

"Just Manhattan. Thank you." She seemed to have carried the world over her shoulder.

"I thought you were off tonight."

I prepared Manhattan and turned to Genesis, a pretty, petite blonde around my age. "Did Rocco tell you that?"

"No. You've been working three weeks straight."

"A girl gotta eat, GG."

She chuckled. "Are you still looking for an apartment?"

"How did you know?" News traveled fast, and I wasn't entirely surprised. I didn't tell anyone but Rocco.

"I know you've been staying upstairs for days now. If it makes you feel better, my roommate just left yesterday to be with herfiancée. Although some of her boxes are still in her room, if you're interested, let me know."

"How far is your apartment from here?"

"Fifteen minutes, top."

I smiled at her. "I'll check it out, but as you know, I'm on a tight budget."

"Oh, it's not that pricey. We will pay half on everything."

"Great. Can I come over to check it out?"

"Of course. I'll give you the address."

"Thanks."

A group of girls caught my attention, and a woman wearing a cheap tiara yelled, "Happy birthday to me!"

Her crowd erupted with a roar, applauded, and began singing her a birthday song.

I grabbed the bills that the suit and tie man put on the table. He always gave a good tip and smiled before he left.

Before I could take the empty glass, another customer came. "I need to talk to you."

I inwardly groaned at that voice. My freaking ex, of all people, just came to my work. "What do you want, Heath?"

"It's been weeks, Maverick. You need to take your things out of my apartment."

I met him in the eye. "The last time I checked, it was my apartment, too."

"Maverick, we have customers. Take your issue off the bar." I was grateful Rocco came and interrupted us.

I sighed at him and nodded at Genesis. "Cover me for a minute. This won't take long." I went out of the personnel exit and blew a breath. I knew precisely why Heath was here because I'd ignored his text messages.

"You need to take your things out of my apartment. You have until tomorrow, or I will throw them in the garbage."

"Did you just give me an ultimatum?" My eyes narrowed at him. He may be tall, but I didn't give a crap. "I lived there, Heath, and you just kicked me out because you found a new girl toy."

"You know our relationship was not going to last, anyway. You're too busy studying and working at the cheap bar." Son of a bitch.

When we first met, I thought he was just confident and handsome. I was too eager to have a boyfriend, and he was there for me until a few months ago, when things changed between us. He barely came home, and when I asked, it was work-related, so I didn't press further. When he got home, he slept and got up early to work.

"It pays my bills, Heath."

"See?" He shrugged. "You don't have a dream other than paying bills. How much do you earn anyway? You couldn't even pay half the least for three months and still owe me 2200 dollars. I need that money now. I'm sure you can borrow from your boss."

My eyes widened at his audacity. "You've got to be kidding me. I told you I would pay you."

"Give me my money, or I will throw your trash. It's our first month anniversary, and I have plans with my girlfriend." The ick of his words made me cringe.

For a moment, I stared at him in disbelief, unable to blink. "For how long have you been cheating on me, Heath?"

"You're so naive. No one can tolerate your attitude. You don't even dress nicely. You wear pajamas or your worn-out baggy shirt to bed."

My nose flared as I fisted my hands. Before I could reply, someone came beside me. "How much does she owe you?"

My head snapped to the man beside me- the man in a suit. "W-what are you doing?"

"Who are you?" Heath asked him who was taller and bigger than him.

The suit guy ignored him. Instead, he slipped his hand into his jacket pocket and pulled cash from his clip wallet.

"Don't. You can't do that." I pushed his money back. "I don't even know you."

"I'll take it. Two days, Maveric, or you will find your things in the trash." Heath had already grabbed the money the suit guy had offered and turned away just like that until his shadow disappeared in the alley.

"That's your ex?"

"Who the hell are you?" I regarded him with a hard stare.

"Owen Boone." He casually held out his big hand. "Call me Boone."

"How much do I owe you?" I shook his hand firmly.

"You don't owe me anything. My boss will cover it."

"Excuse me?" My eyebrows shot up. My eyes grew even bigger.

"I have a proposal for you."

"No, thanks, but I will pay your money." I walked backward with a salute.

"Maverick, hear me out."

Shit. I stopped when I felt rude and ungrateful. "Thanks for saving my ass. What proposal?"

It took me a while to process what he had just dropped on me. I tried opening my mouth to say something, but my brain froze. Did rich people do this crap?

"Maverick!" Rocco's voice echoed from the exit, startling me.

"I'll be right there in a minute, Rocco."

When the door shut, all I could do was blink at Owen Boone.

"What do you say?"

"You want me to marry your boss for a year with a ten thousand dollar monthly allowance, free house, free all expenses, paid college loan, and at the end of the arrangement, I will get five hundred thousand dollars?"

"Yes."

Well, that was tempting. "What's the catch?"

"Just be his wife, attend formal engagements, and provide-"

"His need." My stomach flipped. I swallowed down the bile rising in my throat, and Owen saw my reaction.

"He won't force himself on you. You can stipulate that you disagree, and you will sign an agreement-"

"An NDA."

"Yes. And you can write down your demands and sort them out with him."

"Who's your boss?"

"Mr. Winston. Call this number."

"Wallace Winston? The Billionaire?" That was the only Winston I knew so far. According to Forbes, he made it to the top 100 wealthiest people, and it has been all over the news and social media lately. I grabbed the calling card. It was Owen's. "Isn't he dating a woman about my age?"

"No- not-"

"No. Sorry." I waved his offer away as I walked farther. I may have been desperate for money, but there was no way I was going to be his trophy wife. His girlfriend was beautiful, and everyone thought she was a good digger and a social climber. So what did that leave me?

"Six hundred grand!"

"No!"

LAKE

I grabbed my phone, facing down the desk, when it vibrated. I had only received a few calls from my personal phone, and I had a feeling it was my father.

Wallace Winston, a billionaire tycoon, was a good man for most people who didn't know him personally. It was because of the generous donations he gave to the charity organizations he supported, but behind closed doors, he was a fucking son of a bitch.

The moment he and my mother divorced, he changed. So, I grew up with a backbone and eventually became callous. I built walls around my emotions, my feelings, and my heart.

My jaw clenched to see the caller ID. I answered it quickly. "Dad, what can I do for you on this fine night?"

"Save your sarcasm, Lake. I'm tired of waiting. It's been five months since I gave you the offer. Are you interested in the position or not?"

I was only interested in the position because it was my birthright, and I worked hard to forge a new path and be better than him. Moreover, I wanted to show him that my mother raised me right.

"You wouldn't have urged me if I wouldn't fit for the position. Don't you think you're still young to give up the CEO chair?"

"You're stalling. Let me guess. You can't find a woman who can marry you as Lake without the Braddson and Winston attached? Isn't that why you're trying to delay the marriage?"

My mother and I were shocked during dinner when he asked me to find a bride so he could turn over the seat to me. Was I ready to throw away my freedom? Why not?

I'd been his protege for years, and I worked my ass off to satisfy his ego, and a little appreciation coming from him wouldn't hurt, but it never happened, even a good job, a smile of pride, or a thumbs up.

Wallace treated me like a dog, barked his orders around, and I never received any compliments. He even treated his employees better than his own son, and everyone knew we could witness what he'd done to me.

"I'm not like you, Dad, and I will make sure I marry someone far better than your gold digger girlfriend. Do you think she will even look at you if you're not Wallace Winston?"

"Watch your words, son." I could feel the anger vibrating in his voice. He just called me son, and he never did that if he wasn't serious or giving me a warning.

"You told me to focus on my studies. I stopped dating just the way you ordered. I worked hard as an intern. I climbed to the top without your influence, and now you want me to take the position only if I am married? It's a distraction that I don't need right now."

"Take it or leave it. You have a month to show me the marriage certificate, or I will offer it to Ryden."

"Fine."

"Good."

I slumped my ass into the chair as the call ended. The night went suddenly cold, fog flooding the cities, masking the views of the skyscrapers behind the glass windows.

To be honest, I didn't need the position or his money, but it was my birthright whether he liked it or not, or he could change his will before he died for all I care, if not because my mother also wanted it for me.

Yeah, you could call me lucky. I was born with a golden spoon in my mouth, and I never went to bed with an empty stomach. Braddsons and Winstons were prominent public figures in the business industry and some of the richest people in the world.

I would be a hypocrite if I denied not being a nepo kid, a scion, because, honestly, I was. I still had to start up somewhere to build my name and identity, not just a son of Wallace Winston and Beatreigh Braddson.

Still, I also started my own company, Infinite Media, Inc., a startup computer networking product, while Archer Solar Solutions was making a huge gross profit annually, and I was proud to say that I now had hundreds of employees. I was also a member of the boards of Hover Company and its subsidiaries and an investor in the Osmium Resource Group.

The door to my office swung open. Owen Boone walked in with a single folder in his hand. "This is the last candidate, and I already talked to her, but she turned it down."

"Then what's the point of showing me her file?"

"I thought it might interest you." He dropped it on my desk dramatically.

I picked it up and opened the folder. Owen was one of Osmium's employees and was good at what he did. He was the head of my security, though I didn't get threats often. My safety came with family names I carried, so he had been stuck with me for nearly three years now.

"Augustine Maverick Bates II? Who named their daughter Augustine II? Are you sure she's a real woman?" I snorted as I shut the file and looked at Owen. "OB, are you shitting me right now? Because I'm not in a good mood. My father just called before you walked in, and he's giving me a month to find a bride."

"She's born a woman. Check the information I found. It's complete, and I say she's the best candidate so far, and she's not jumping into my offer."

"What made you say that?"

"She's twenty-three, a senior in college with a student loan. She's currently crashing on her boss's couch."

"You're very thorough. I don't need to hear that kind of shit. All I need is a bride, and I can't wait."

"Let me finish," he continued. "Her ex kicked her out of the apartment she had shared for six months. By the way, he came tonight asking for the money she owed her, and I paid him $2200."

"Well, she has a colorful background. And still a student."

"Hear me out before you judge her." He came and sat on the chair across from me.

"Why do you like her?" I studied him for a while, but his job qualifications include being a good judge of character and body language.

"Her mother left her and now lives in Chicago. She's been raised by a grandmother, Augustine Bates."

"As I said, she has a colorful background."

"Father unknown. She takes care of her grandmother and helps pay the mortgage and medical bills."

"But she doesn't live with her?"

"Nope."

"What about the ex?"

"A piece of shit. Heath Davis. He brought his girlfriend with him the day he kicked her out, and tonight, he threatened to throw her things out. She's still looking for an affordable apartment, but her co-worker at Bazz Village offered her a room."

"Let me get it straight. You want me to marry a 23-year-old college student who works at the bar, takes care of her grandmother, and pays the mortgage, but without an apartment? Are you crazy?"

"You don't see what I see, boss."

"Enlighten me, OB." I folded my arms over my chest.

"She doesn't rely on anyone. She works hard to pay her bills. She declined my offer. She could have swallowed her pride and accepted five hundred grand after the contract ended. She has integrity despite her worst situations. And she will pay me back, by the way."

"Call her and increase the offer."

"And one more thing."

"What?"

"She thinks she's marrying your father?"

"Shit." I barked out, laughing. "What the fuck did you do?"

"I wanted to correct her, but she cut me off." He shrugged, beaming.

"Process our license and get us an appointment. I wanna get married next week. And OB, increase the offer and make sure she can't resist."

MAVERICK

I was furious to find my things outside the apartment building. The garbage truck could have collected them if I were only five minutes late. That douchebag was testing my patience, and that left me no choice but to take the room Genesis offered to me. It was out of my price range, but that's the only apartment cheaper than anywhere else.

Genesis helped me remove some of the boxes left by the previous tenant before she left for work.

My stomach churned when the alarm on my phone went off. It was a reminder of an appointment on my calendar. While the bills kept piling, I had zero balance left on my savings account with a max credit card, and my grandmother was due for another checkup.

"Shit." I went to my bag and fished out my phone.

My mind was telling me not to do it, but on the other hand, my pride couldn't pay the bills, and deep inside, I wanted to get revenge against my ex. Maybe I was leaning more towards revenge.

I dialed the number, and it picked up right away.

"Boone."

I cleared my throat before I spoke. "Does the half-million dollar offer still stand?"

I held my breath, but my heart began racing as I waited for a reply from the other line.

"Yes." I cringed at his response. God, I wish I could take it back.

"Great. I have a list of demands I want you to relay to your boss."

"It wouldn't be you, Miss Bates, if you don't have demands." And one of them was no intimacy.

"I don't recall telling you my full name."

"Knowing who I am dealing with is part of my job. And I will forward them to my employer. Just send the list to the email provided on the card."

"I want a cash advance. And that's not negotiable. Rest assured, I will do the best of my ability to be a wife." God, even the sound of it made me gag. What the hell did I put myself into?

"Very well then. I will send the money right away and the details of the contract. A lawyer will meet you with the NDA, contract, and the prenuptial agreement later today."

I hung up the call, staring at the screen. What have I done?

My grandmother would never forgive me for my behavior, which would lead me down a slippery slope. I was nothing but those gold diggers I saw on social media. Maybe it was bad karma, judging people I didn't know, what they'd been through, and the humiliation they had to deal with every day.

I wanted to cry, but my pride wouldn't let me, and pay the bills.

Later that day, the ten thousand dollars arrived in my account, and I met the lawyers at the fancy restaurant in the evening.

After reading through the NDA and ignoring their ironclad prenup to protect their client's wealth, I signed them right away because if I had been given another five seconds to think, I would have run out of the restaurant and needed the money. And besides, I didn't want his family assets and inheritance, but the amount I signed up for.

"Here's the marital agreement for twelve months. Just as what is written in the NDA, you can't disclose it to anyone."

"I know what an NDA means." I signed the agreement and dropped the pen. The two lawyers, Milus and Anders, did not miss seeing my shaky fingers.

"Thank you, Miss Bates. Don't worry. You did not sign away your rights to file a complaint when our client mistreats you or any domestic abuse throughout that marriage."

***

I looked at myself in the mirror. I wore a new white oversized suit, applied a little makeup, and tied my hair in a bun. I bought a pair of shoes because I couldn't go to my wedding day looking like a homeless person while my husband-to-be was wearing a thousand-dollar suit from a major brand.

I grabbed my bag and threw my stuff inside, including the small blue velvet box. I hadn't opened it even though it arrived yesterday.

Every minute that passed as I drove to the city hall made my heart pound hard. I was not much of a crier. I thought life had taught me to be tough when my mother abandoned me to be with an asshole because her boyfriend didn't want to take care of a kid.

The city hall came into view. Despite days of controlling my emotions, my chest finally gave up. I pulled the car over to the empty spot and screamed silently.

It just didn't feel right. My grandmother raised me well, but what would it have left me if I had left the man alone to whom I now owed money? The fact that he was filthy rich, he could just hire someone to ruin my life or kidnap me and then dump my dead body in the river.

A knock on the window startled me. I took a deep breath and pulled myself together before I checked whoever was outside my car.

It was Owen in his fancy suit.

I grabbed my bag and unlocked the door.

"I was having a second thought that you might not show up." As gentlemanly as he was, he opened the door for me.

"I still want to live." I chuckled as I remembered what I had thought about not a moment ago. "It's just twelve months in hell, and I've been in hell almost all my life, Owen."

"You'll be fine, Miss Bates. Trust me." He stared at me, maybe realizing that I did not wear the dress his boss bought for me to wear for the hoax marriage ceremony.

I fixed my clothes and stared at him. "I don't even know you to trust you. I'm sure you don't give a crap about me if this isn't your boss ordering you to be here."

"I do care about good people, Miss Bates."

"Just Maverick, Owen."

"It's my job to address you properly, Miss Bates." He gestured with his hand. "Shall we?"

I could feel my heartbeat against my chest as I walked inside the city hall.

"Relax," Owen said as he nodded at the other guy in the same suit as his.

Gut tensing, I did my best to smile. "Easy for you to say. You're not marrying an old stranger for money."

For the first time, I heard him chuckle. His straight, pearly white teeth appeared as he smiled. Owen was a handsome, fine man, tall and muscly in his textured undercut hairstyle.

"Not funny." Just now, I noticed he was wearing an earpiece like those bodyguards. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. You'll be next after a couple is getting married right now."

"Great. Now I'm feeling so nervous." I followed him inside the small chapel and sat on one of the couches, but I still didn't see my groom.

My heart could burst anytime in my chest, and I was about to ask Owen about my groom when someone took a seat to my left that smelled of expensive cologne.

"For you," said the deep baritone voice from my left, offering me a beautiful bouquet of peonies, daisies, and white roses.

I shifted my eyes to the man in a navy blue Italian-tailored suit. "No thanks. I'm sure my groom can afford a bouquet just right."

I haven't seen his face when he chuckled, but judging by his suit, his voice, his scent, and the flower he chose, he was not Wallace Winston. This man was younger.

"And you're not wearing my ring and the dress I picked for you." He sounded almost disappointed.

In a single moment, I just changed my world, giving me a bitter taste of reality. My stare hardened as I met the man in the eye- stone blue eyes staring back at me, catching me off guard. He was not Wallace. Not even fucking close.

Shit.

With a single dark brow arched, patiently waiting for my reply, his stare was hard and focused, and all I could do was swallow hard.

"Maverick."