Sold 2 The Mafia Boss

_DAISY<3

I step back at the force of his slap on my face, muffling my cry to stay quiet.

"What the fuck did I tell you? I said a woman is not supposed to speak except spoken to." Father snapped with disappointment in his eyes.

"Do not test me, girl. I don't want to see you downstairs unless you're summoned." He growls at me.

My bottom lip trembles as I nod.

"And why do you look like a rag doll? It is almost lunch time." He looks at me from my head to my toes with disgust in his expression.

He turns around to our only maid and gestures to me while speaking to her.

"Fix this nonsense. It is your responsibility to keep an eye on this good-for-nothing girl." He says, shaking his head as he walks away.

I let out the breath I was holding and rushed upstairs, Maya right on my tail, closing the door behind her as we entered my room.

"I am sorry, Miss. I didn't know-"

"It's okay, Maya. We both know he hates everything I do." I say, giving a small sad smile.

It's not her fault he hates me.

Father has hated me since the day I was born because my mother died bringing me into this world. My father says I killed her, that I caused her so much pain to the point where she had to die.

Three hours later at exactly 1:45 PM, I rushed downstairs, not paying attention to anything but getting to the dining table before him.

I thought he would be happy today at least. His darling first daughter is going to be given to the Mafia boss for marriage.

Why was he upset?

I thankfully made it to the dining room first to see the improving preparations for tonight.

The Mafia boss is going to be coming tonight to take my sister's hand in marriage.

Father has been training my sister and I on how to 'please' a man. He made us take classes on mannerisms when I was 12 and my sister was 15.

When my sister graduated from the class and I didn't, Father started physically hitting me to 'learn my lesson.' He said I liked it the hard way.

Then the next class was etiquette and marriage counseling, then how a woman should behave and dress at all times.

My sister has graduated all her classes as she was now ready to be married while I was not, according to his words, 'not yet fit for a man.'

I'm told that this is the life of women in the Mafia. We must respect the men of the house, we have to keep our heads low and go from obeying our fathers to our husbands to not get hit or punished.

He said men don't listen to women, but we must listen to survive.

"Daisy." Father's deep voice snaps me out of my head.

"Where is Selena?" he asks, sitting down, then motioning for me to sit down as well.

"I do not know, Father." I say, afraid he would get mad, but just then she enters the dining room, making me take a breath of relief.

She sits down, and my father nods in permission for us to start eating.

"Are you prepared for the Mafia boss' arrival?" he asks, making Selena nod quickly.

"Yes, Father, I have everything in order," she continues. "If Daisy doesn't disgrace me with her cursed bad luck, I'll be getting engaged to the Mafia tonight."

"Daisy, you are to stay in the garden at the back of the house." Father turns to me, making me drop my spoon.

"Do not come inside the house until he is gone. Do you understand?" he asks, making me nod my head.

Why can't I just stay in my room?

I slowly chew my food, not daring to ask the question in my head and also praying that everything goes smoothly tonight.

It is now 6 PM. I am sitting on a small bench in the garden reading a novel. I think the guests have arrived, but I cannot be sure, as I've been outside here since 5 PM.

My father has asked me to change my clothes a total of six times into something more 'worth looking at,' but I have not bothered the last time because I have never stepped a foot out of this house, so I doubt they'd know who I was.

Father only took Selena to balls, galas, and parties, so I doubt the guest would know about me.

I sigh, pushing away the thoughts about the nightmare I called a life and slipped into the fantasy world of my book.

I heard the door to the garden slam shut before I saw Selena charging towards me. "You cursed bitch." she seethes, making my eyes widen at her use of a curse word.

Father wouldn't like that.

I have no idea what I did, but I am scared. She gets like this sometimes, does mean things to me when she's angry, and I never know what I've done.

"Selena, w-what-" I sputter in surprise as she grips my arm, pulling me from the bench.

"You used your cursed spell to make a cut on me, right? So I wouldn't look my best for my husband. How did-" She gets cut off by Maya rushing through the door panting.

"I found it, Miss Selena. It was the razor you used for your legs last night." she breathes heavily, her eyes looking at Selena's tight grip on my arm.

Selena drops her hand and smiles. "Don't think I don't know how jealous you are that you have to take more classes while I get to marry the Mafia boss."

She continues with a finger to my chest at each sentence. "Don't even think about casting more cursed spells, Daisy. You've made my razor cut me, but I won't hesitate to break your bones if you try something funny again." She shouts, stomping out after pushing me to the floor.

I groan as pain shoots through my back that has collided with the edge of the bench, willing myself not to cry.

_LORENZO <3

"Father, you sent for me." I said curtly, as I walked into his office. I noticed my mother standing behind his chair, where he sat behind his desk.

"Lorenzo, take a seat." he said, shifting on his chair to get more comfortable.

I went to sit down on the chair opposite him with a neutral expression on my face.

"Son, marriage is vital to becoming a boss of full potential. Your mother is the reason I have gotten past the burden and weight it is to be the Mafia boss." he stated.

"I cannot give another woman my heart. I do not love." My voice was cold, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

"The bond of marriage is powerful, my love. It gives you the strength to share and express feelings-" I cut my mother off.

"I refuse feeling, Mother. I refuse to love again. I fucking loathe the idea of sharing anything with another woman." I spat out, venom lacing my tone.

"That does not change the law, son. A Mafia boss must take a wife to be given bigger responsibility, and if he turns thirty without a wife, he is to be replaced."

"I did not make these rules, son, as I can't bend them." Father said in a final tone, his fierce brown eyes clashing with mine, identical with his.

"Who do you think is going to replace me? Have I not been running the Mafia for the past eight years and without a wife? I am not-"

"Lorenzo DeLuca! Have respect for your father and the ex-Mafia boss!" My mother raised her voice, and I shut up.

She's never raised her voice at me before.

I looked at Father and released a breath at his angry expression. I could see the disappointment lacing his eyes.

Father was right-no one bends the rules, not even DeLucas. A Mafia boss has to uphold the rules in the underworld.

I could buy some time if I could but I'll be turning thirty next year.

I do not have the time to waste on a stranger, but my parents are insistent on my marriage, and I know why.

They think I'm unhappy. They think that is the reason I'm always angry, and they think that a wife will fix my anger.

I call that bullshit, but I agreed, wanting them to stop stressing this matter.

"Fine," I grunted, knowing that our tradition meant more to them than anything I would say concerning this matter. "If you insist on this, then so be it. I'll get married."

"Good." Father's brown eyes shone with satisfied pride. "We will go to the Blackwoods' house tonight. His first-born daughter is yet to be engaged, and your Aunt seems to think she is quite the beauty. So I have already accepted her for you."

Father told me, making me steam with anger. A normal girl for a Mafia boss?

I released an angry breath, exiting his office without responding to what he had said. I didn't care who it was. It's not like it would be a real marriage.

I hate the idea of a woman sharing my things. I cannot take care of someone. I cannot be trusted.

{Flashback}

"I'm scared, Enzo." She whispered, gasping as blood gushed out from her wounds.

"It will be okay, Eleanor. The medical team are on their way," I said, desperately trying to cover all her wounds, but there were plenty, and I had only two hands.

"Eleanor, I'll not leave you by yourself again. I won't say no to you again. Just-please open your eyes." I pleaded, tears burning my vision as she tried to keep her eyes open for me.

"I love you, Enzo," she said, her pale lips trying to smile.

"I love you too, Eleanor," I said, watching her bright green eyes slowly become less shiny.

Fuck.

I shook my head, trying to stop the image of my fiancee dying in my mind as I headed to the gym to blow off some steam.

-

I pulled up in the driveway behind my parents car, thirty minutes past six, and I felt myself getting angrier with each passing second.

I cannot fucking believe I have to marry a stranger. Thinking of all the expectations that come with marriage makes me physically sick.

I got out of the car, trying not to roll my eyes at Blackwood smiling so wide it looked like a desperate attempt to look sincere.

I could smell bullshit from a mile away. Faked sincerity smelled like trash on a rainy day, and I, for one, do not tolerate it.

In this business, you learn to read a person in a minute, and I could say right now, if that's the father, I do not wish to even see the fake bimbo his daughter undoubtedly is.

"Welcome to my home." Blackwood said, bowing his head a little, and Father nodded.

"We are so very grateful that you would give my daughter this honor." Blackwood added, making my mother's face fall a little.

"This is our son, Lorenzo DeLuca." Father said, motioning to me.

I nodded at him, and he immediately looked intimidated. Good.

He led us inside to a sitting area, the space decorated with cheap-looking gold at every corner, which was overall sickening.

"Let me go get Selena so the couples can talk a little before dinner." Blackwood said, standing up to leave.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, and I checked to see that it was the details I asked Xavier on the background check of this family.

I excused myself and started walking down the first hallway I saw, pulling out my phone to go through the details.

Selena was his first daughter. The mother died giving birth to another? Wait, what? I thought he only had one child.

As I kept walking, I found myself at a door. I was about to turn around when I heard soft sniffles coming from the other side.

My eyebrows furrowed as I walked to the door and opened it.

"Please go away." Came a soft female voice; it sounded terrified. "I am sorry." she hiccuped, and my fists clenched in anger.

Who the fuck is she talking to?

I walked through the door into a garden to see a small figure curled up on the floor next to a bench.

"What's wrong?" I asked, surprising myself, startling the small girl.

She immediately stood up, wincing a little before looking at me with wide doe-like eyes that reminded me of a child.

Her nose was small and red, like Mother's when it gets cold. She looked so young, but her body was that of a woman, so she definitely was not a child.

Her gown looked rich and soft. I doubted she was a servant.

"Who-who are you?" she croaked, making me raise an eyebrow.

_LORENZO <3

"Who-who are you?" she croaked, making me raise an eyebrow.

"Who are you?" I threw the question back.

She wiped her eyes with a white cloth, then peered up at me a second longer before her face paled and her hands started to shake.

"N-no, you c-can't be here. You h-have to go!" she stuttered, taking a clumsy step backward and tripping on her legs.

I could smell innocence just like I could smell bullshit, and this girl reeked of innocence.

"You're the Mafia boss, right? Please, you have to go. I don't want them to think I did something." Her expression was that of a terrified person; her body was even shaking.

What was she so afraid of?

"I'll leave," I said, making her freeze, looking at me. "Only after you tell me your name."

If she was a servant girl, which I doubted she was, then I would understand her being like this, but why was she crying on the floor when everyone was downstairs?

"Y-you pinky promise?" she asked, and I almost scoffed at her question but quickly controlled myself when I realized she was being serious.

"My name is Daisy." she told me, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before picking up a book from the floor.

Her doe-like blue eyes peered up at me hesitantly. "I am sorry, sir, but please don't tell anyone you saw me, especially not Selena." she whispered, her eyebrows drawn in a pleading look.

When I made no move or offered a response, she swallowed, looking at me one last time with her large eyes before running off in the opposite direction of where I stood.

I looked down at the details of this family again, reading through Blackwood's wife's death when I stopped on my track.

I felt my anger simmer when I read the name of his last-born, the one that his wife died giving birth to-Daisy Blackwood.

What the fuck?

I walked back to the sitting area where my parents were and saw a new face that I assumed was Selena.

"Ah Lorenzo, this is Selena." Blackwood squabbled as his daughter turned to look at me fully, giving me a big, creepy smile.

Why the fuck does she look like that?

This woman looked familiar... I just couldn't pi-ahh, she caused a scene at one of our parties last week.

I was unfortunate enough to be present, but not as unfortunate as my brother Xavier, who had to address the crowd when this bimbo threw a drink at a waitress's face.

I had witnessed it with my own eyes, and many other stupidities of hers I could not even fathom to rethink.

"I was just discussing with Selena, telling her how you love homemade meals, and she said she has no problem with-"

"I am not marrying her." I said to my father, who gave me a questioning look.

"Son, that is not the way to talk-"

"She was at the party last week. You remember when Xavier was talking about a girl who threw a drink at a waitress's face and tried to get him to sleep with her all night? This is yours truly." I groaned, making my mother and her father gasp.

My father growled, standing up with anger, the corner of my lip tilting in satisfaction.

"Sir, please w-wait," Blackwood sputtered.

"We are done here, Blackwood. The future Mafia princess needs to have her honor intact. I will be collecting my goods back and my alliance from your company. You have just wasted my son's time." Father boomed, his rage shaking the room.

"Mr. DeLuca, I deeply apologize. I would offer you something else if I have it, but I need this alliance. My company is on the verge of bankruptcy. Your goods have taken 60% of my company's income." he pleaded with Father. "If you take it back, I'll have nothing but debts."

"You have disgraced my entire family!" Father roared, making the two of them cower backward. "I have already made plans for an engagement ceremony." Father groaned.

"I will do anything, Mr. DeLuca, to fix this mistake my daughter has made-"

"You have another daughter, do you not?" I asked, making Blackwood and Selena go pale.

Father turned to look at him. "Is she the same as Selena or is her honor still intact?" His question was laced with a threat.

"I wish to see your youngest daughter." I stated, looking Blackwood in the eye.

"Now, Damien." Father commanded when Blackwood hesitated-the use of his first name making him paler.

I unbuttoned my suit jacket, adjusting my sitting position to get comfortable, as I watched my father fume in anger, while my mother squeezed his arm to calm him down.

Soon, we all saw the small girl I had talked with minutes ago enter. Her hair was now pinned more neatly, and her face free of tears.

She walked to the side of the room and just stood there, like she felt out of place. Her eyes were trained on the floor.

"She is beautiful." my mother whispered beside me.

"I think, looking at her, we can see everything we need to know." Mother spoke up for the first time since our arrival.

She looked at Father, who also nodded his head in agreement.

"She will be the future Mafia princess." Father declared, making Daisy's head snap to her father's direction.

She then looked at me, and her eyes widened in realization.

Is she really that unfiltered?

My eyes lingered on her as she looked down again, cringing away from Selena, who was throwing daggers at her with just her eyes.

"She is to be married to another." Blackwood said, clearly not liking what Father had just said.

"I do not see a ring on her finger. And who is he that will deny my son a wife?" Father's angry voice was enough to dismiss Blackwood.

"Come here, girl." Father motioned for Daisy to come closer, and my eyes trailed over her body as she walked toward us.

Mother held out her hands, making Daisy stare before hesitantly placing her small one on Mother's.

Mother clasped the girl's hand with both of hers.

"Are you alright, darling?" Mother asked her, making the younger girl nod, glancing at her father's scared eyes.

"You will give her to my son for marriage, and you keep the goods without payment and my alliance for free." Father stated, smirking at Blackwood.

"Yes, Mr. DeLuca, she's all yours as long as my company is doing well." Blackwood stated, making my eyebrow furrow.

Is it that simple to give your daughter out? Just an alliance and some million dollars? Are they that desperate-

"The engagement will be tomorrow." Father announced, cutting my thoughts before walking out.

My mother whispered something to the girl, leaving her with a parting hug, then walked out as well. I did the same, after giving her a long look.