My Mafia Man

Willow's POV

"You will have to get married to Sean in two months time," that's my stepfather. He literally hates me to the core. Ever since he got married to my mom and I learnt about what he does for living, he has been hell bent to sending me away from here.

"He is the third powerful mafia leader," his daughter, Kimberley said and I smiled at her even though it was not real. I have wished to kill this girl ever since I came to this house. She hates me, I hate her, there is no way forward for me and her.

"And he is looking for a trophy wife," my so called father repeated for the twentieth time. He had been telling me that ever since the man said he wanted a wife.

"Isn't that what every mafia man want?" I asked raising an eyebrow and he scoffed.

"The top ones only. My mafia is the second powerful one so when I looked for a trophy wife, it was normal. Its unusual when a third leader want a trophy wife."

"So my future husband's mafia is the third best?" I asked and he nodded his head.

"I was just telling you so that you could be ready in two months time," he said and I nodded getting up from my chair. I walked to my bedroom and threw myself on the bed.

My name is Willow Giovanna. My father was half Italian and my mother is full American. She only marry for money. As long as she does her hair daily and get nails done weekly, she doesn't care. I am seventeen, almost eighteen. I'll be eighteen next week. On the fourth of March. My mom has forgotten about my birthday. I bet a million bucks on that.

My dad taught me all I need to know in order to survive on my own. Few examples would be assassination, bank fraud, bankruptcy, blackmailing, bribery, contract killing, money laundering, committing murder, police corruption, witness intimidation, witness tampering and many more. My mom doesn't know this though. Dad would spend time with me and teach me all I need to know.

My height is 5'6", my hair colour is ash blonde, I have green eye color like my dad.

Now back to the story,my mom had been married to Steven for maybe a year and half if not two. My dad died three years ago. He was jailed for a murder and got killed while on the inside. I still remembered the last words he said to me before going to jail.

"Stay strong and don't let anyone fuck you up. They do? Decorate their foreheads with a shiny bullet. Remember."

I was there when they threw him inside the police van. I wasn't yelling like other kids would running after the police van and yelling 'bring him back'. He made his bed, he was ought to lay in it.

My birthday is next week. And my marriage is in two months. How perfect. Not.

Willow's POV

The time for my wedding is really near, a month and two weeks. I didn't celebrate my birthday, like every other year since three years ago. But I did something that benefit me. I used to celebrate my birthdays with my father ever since I turned ten. When I turned eleven, my mother was always out clubbing or drug dealing. She was a drug addict back in the days. Dad loved her, she loved the money more. I wouldn't be shocked to learn that she was the one who made dad a thief just so she could change her hair every single day. She never had a bad hair day as she changed her weaves like she changed her undergarments.

I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I still don't believe why my own mother would marry me off when I'm only eighteen and a week. I have not enjoyed my life yet, but I'm still going to be someone's trophy wife. My life sucks to the bone.

I took a shower, brushed my teeth, dried myself off, put on my undergarment and went back to my bedroom. I left my hair as it was still damp from the shower. I sighed and walked to my closet. I picked my black long sleeved crop top and a black high waist jeans. I put on my red ankle boots. I took my bag and walked out of my room and headed downstairs with my hand messing my hair. I got to the kitchen and found a huge man on our fridge.

"Can I help you?" I asked and he turned to me with raised eyebrows. He looked me up and down before shaking his head and turning back to the fridge. He took the good polony and bit into it with his teeth. Gosh eww. I love that polony! I walked out of the house and to my car.

My sweet sweet precious pretty cute baby. I drive the black Bugatti Veyron 16.4 Sang Noir. It was a gift from my dad when I turned fifteen. And yes I know, with the money he stole.

I drive to the only place I get peace that everyone hate, the school. Our school is not far, fifteen minutes drive but nine to ten if you are ruthless. I arrived and found myself an empty spot. I parked and composed myself before walking to my classes.

History, the teacher was talking about the Paleo-Indians. Next class, chemistry. We were doing organic chemistry which I was ahead with so I had time to zone out and think about fun stuff like shooting someone or maybe robbing a bank. Maths, I had to focus so hard cause it hit me to the grave and back. Then lunch. Do you understand why I like school? Not because we are getting lectured hour in and hour out. Because I get to be free from my mother, free from Kimberley even though I see her all the time as she is in some of my classes, free from Steven. I get to do what I want when I'm here. I can bunk classes but then I would go and rob the bank for fun, then do what with the money? Throw it around. That's not wise.

There are new boys in school. They look hot but I wouldn't waste my time going after them. They look like fuck boys. As usual, the school whores were around them. Kimberley and her minions were there too. I go unnoticed since I am invisible but I'm not a nerd, I'm not popular, I wouldn't consider myself popular either. Let's just say I'm a normal school girl who likes to keep her things to herself. Even though I'm anything but normal.

After school, I was not ready to go home and face my awful family so I went for a drive. What if my 'future husband is ugly'? No one has ever seen him. No one knows him. Not even Google, I tried searching him online but never got an image. I walked to the small Spanish ice cream shop that I used to go to with dad.

Everyone turned to me when the bell made the stupid noise indicating another customer. I walked to the counter and looked at the old lady.

"Hola ¿puedo obtener savor a chocolate en una taza, por favor?" I said nicely and she nodded with a small smile on her lips. I don't mean to disrespect her but she had been in New York for all this time I have known her but can't speak English?

"Hello, can I get chocolates flavor in a cup please?"

"Enjoy," the lady said in her weak English pushing the ice cream towards me. I nodded and she left. I walked to the table and started eating my ice cream slowly in order to make the time go faster. If that's possible. I wish I could get home after dinner but when would I get time to write my homeworks. That's what I dread about each following day, homework that I can't finish either because I was tired or Kimberley annoyed my guts to hell.

I went to take another bite of my ice cream when a beggar sat in front of me. He was good looking even though he looked a little dirty. Me and you have different meaning of good looking so please don't judge me. He smiled at me showing his yellow teeth and I smiled back at him.

"You want?" I asked raising my cup and he shook his head.

"I don't eat chocolate," he replied and I looked at my cup before my eyes travelled towards him. And here I thought beggars can't be choosers.

"Okay," I said awkwardly and finished my ice cream. When I was about to stand up, the old lady came to my table with the last number ice cream. It was in a larger cup. She handed it to the guy who was sitting in front of me. I shrugged and went to pay before leaving the shop and went to my car. I drove my fast car so fuckung slow until I reached home by five in the evening. There were cars in our driveway. I had to park on the street.

I walked to the door and counted to five before opening the door. I walked in and all eyes turned to me. There were men in black everywhere. One was standing in front of Steven, one had a grip on Kimberley's wrist, one was standing in front of mom, two were sitting on the couch opposite to Steven and mom's while another two were standing on the door that leads to the kitchen. One was standing in front of the main door.

"Then she finally decides to show up," Steven said relief filling his voice. Mom also sighed in relief while the other guy let go of Kimberley's wrist.

"Where have you been?" Mom asked with her voice full of attitude and I crossed my arms over my chest in a challenging manner.

"I don't think I'm here to take a quiz," I stated and she scoffed before looking at Steven.

"Tell her," she said to Steven and I rolled my eyes.

"Uh yes. Willow my dear, you are getting married tomorrow."

Willow's POV

"Uh yes. Willow my dear, you are getting married tomorrow."

"What?" I asked as I felt like my ears heard wrong. I looked at Kimberley and she grinned at me.

"Yes. These are your guards I think. They are here to take you to your new home," he said and I looked at the men. I rolled my eyes with the shake of my head.

"What if I don't wanna?" I asked and saw one of the men place one hand behind their backs. So that means they are willing to get rough if I don't move or if I give them troubles. I sighed and walked to my bedroom. Two of them were following me. I could delay the stupid wedding anyways. I packed my favourite clothes and the ones my dad bought for me. I also took the gun he used to own. It was an old Daewoo K5. I kind of liked the gun cause it was small and could fit in any bag I owned. It is about 9×19cm.

"Are you done?" A man who looked bulkier and around the age of thirty five upwards asked.

"Yeah," I said and he nodded before taking my bag from me. I sighed but walked after him anyway. Kimberley and her so called family were sitting there and smiling at me like a lovely family they are.

Note the sarcasm.

"Oh dear sister. Its so painful to watch you go away," Kimberley said putting her head in her hands and started to fake sob.

"Oh keep your stupid drama to yourself. You're already bad at faking your own damn tears so imagine that sob. Its taking a toll on you, don't do it. Besides, I've watched more drama for today," I said and walked out of the house. I walked to my car and one of the guards stopped me.1

"Ms. Salvatori!" He shouted out and I turned to him. He walked towards me and I rolled my eyes as he walked like he owned my time. He is so slow.

Ms. Salvatori my ass.

"Would you hurry up?" I asked harshly before turning to walk to my car.

"I am walking fast can't you see?" He asked slamming my door when I tried to open it.

"And you are hurting my car," I said taking a step towards him. He didn't have fear in his eyes and so did I.

"You will be climbing with Marco," he stated and I scoffed staring into his eyes.

"Over my dead body," I hissed and he shrugged before pulling his gun out. Now I wish my gun was on me and not in the bag.

"That can be arranged," he said and removed the safety. I started at his fingers before I looked back into his eyes. I could take him down if I wanted.

"Arrange it then," I said with a smirk and his eyes went wide.

"The Don will kill you bro. Let her ride her car, there is no problem in that," the petite man said to the one holding the gun and my smirk grew.

"Fine," he said and walked away.

"I'm climbing with you," the petite man said and went to the passenger side. I looked at the bossy one and he looked back at me. He was trying to see if I would agree or disagree so that he would drug me and throw me in the trunk. Probably. I sighed and got inside my car.

"I'm Mark," the man in my car said and I smiled at him before following the black SUV in front of us. It was driving so slow and I had homeworks to write.

"Where are we going?" I asked and Mark raised his head from his phone.

"920 Edgemont Ave," he answered before looking back at his phone. I sighed and put the address on my GPS. I started increasing my speed. I saw Mark hold on to his seatbelt while the other SUVs raced after us. I used to street race but that was years back. I stopped in front of a huge gates. They opened and my jaw literally dropped at the sight in front of me. It was a huge mansion aka a mini castle. A small pond on the far corner and waterfall was seen further behind the house.

I hopped out of the car after parking it next to a black Ferrari. Damn the owner have a taste. I waited for Mark as he tried catching his breath.

"You... you will kill us one day," he said and I rolled my eyes shaking my head. He led me inside and we were greeted by smell of cigarettes and sex on the air. Not forgetting alcohol. There were half naked men everywhere and girls were walking around with only panties and bras on.

"Let me take you to boss," Mark said and led me to the stairs. The house was huge and would look beautiful if there weren't almost naked people all over. He led me to another stairs that led to the third floor. He stopped in front of a huge red door. He knocked and we heard a faint 'come in'. We walked inside and I was greeted by a new smell. It smelt lovely in here, like lavender but I could be wrong. There were portraits covering almost the entire walls.

"Marco," a male voice said and I looked towards it. The chair was facing from us so I couldn't see him.

"Yes Don?" Mark said with a shaky voice and was ready to piss his pants according to the look on his face.

"Did I you bring her?" Boss asked and Mark sent me apologising eyes.

"Yes boss," Mark said and I shook my head crossing my arms over my chest.

"Leave us," the boss said and Mark squeezed my shoulder before leaving.

"Are you finally gonna show me your face?" I asked and heard him chuckle but it only lasted for five seconds.

"Why should I?" He challenged and I scoffed.

"I'm not marrying an unknown," I stated and he chuckled again but still didn't turn the chair.

"You are. Weather you like it or not," he said and I rolled my eyes. He was right in some way.

"Fair enough. Turn around," I ordered and heard him sigh.

"You won't boss me around young lady," he said and I rolled my eyes and went to sit on the chair opposite to his. There was a knock on the door and that's when he turned around. He had a tattoo on the front part of his neck and the other ones on both sides of his head. The tattoos seemed to run through in his shirt as I saw some on too of his hands too. His eyes were blue-grey. His jaw was sharp. His lips were cutely pink and thin.

"Come in!" He said and the door opened. I looked over my shoulder to find the man who almost shot me. He was pulling my bag with him.

"I brought her bag boss. Its all clear," he said and boss nodded his head dismissing him. He left and I walked to my bag. There was a secret zipper between the wheels which is where I kept my gun. I opened the zipper to feel my gun and when I did, I sighed in relief.

"My name is Sean Bernardo. Care to introduce yourself, wife?" He said with a smirk and I smirked back but mine was more evil. I walked back to the chair.

"Willow," I laid my head back on the chair and he chuckled. He had dimples so my eyes went to his cheeks.

"Do you have last name Willow?" He asked and I snapped my eyes to his eyes.

"Willow Giovanna," I said and he raised his eyebrows as if urging me to continue but I didn't.

"I thought I was getting married to Willow Salvatori?" He asked and it was my turn to raise an eyebrow.

Again, Willow Salvatori my ass.

"Wanna know a secret?" I whispered and he nodded. I leaned in close to him as if to share a huge secret.

"She is dead."