THE MAFIA DON'S BRIDE

Yanna

The familiar musky air of the club filled my nostrils as I walked through the back rooms where all the other girls changed to ready for their performance.

I felt nervous coming back after taking a few months from taking a break. It felt like I was the new girl all over again, my palms felt clammy and I couldn't get my heart to stop racing.

"Yanna!" Hailey called out as she rushed over to me, engulfing me in a tight hug.

"I'm so glad your back, this place hasn't been the same without you." she was in her pink cowgirl outfit ready for her performance.

I giggled softly "It's good to be back."

Hailey smiled and nodded. "I have to go right now but we're definitely hanging out later." She rushed out as our manager called out for her.

I quickly nodded with a smile as I watched her rush over to her waiting room.

Hailey was the first person to speak to me when I began stripping last year. She had only been in the business for a year but she helped me to know the ropes around stripping and taught me a few tricks for my performance and since then, we've been inseparable.

I made my way over to my vanity to get ready. Luckily, I still had time to prepare and calm my nerves a little before I went on stage.

Few minutes passed getting ready and I now sat in my matching red lingerie set, my curly hair was let out and in my strappy red platform heels. My nerves were all over the place as I constantly retouched my makeup.

"Hey Yanna, you're up next!." The manager called out.

I took in a deep breath, It felt like my first performance all over again. I adjusted my garter once more as I walked over backstage.

"Loosen up, you look stiff." My manager said.

"I feel stiff.." I frowned as I tried to relax.

Sighing loudly, he moved closer to me. "Relax, and break a leg."

On cue the flashing lights turned red indicating I was about to come on stage. Men roared as the announcer called out my name, I made a sultry pose as I knew my silhouette was in view. The roaring became louder as a sexy song came on, feeling the vibe of the song I walked on stage with confidence.

My performance was a blur, men roared as I gave them a view of my ass and climbed the pole. My skin glistened slightly with sweat as I twisted in a mid-air split, working my ass on the pole. Bills rained down on me but I couldn't forget the feel of a pair of eyes staring intently at me.

"Girlll, you ate that up." Hailey whistled as I came backstage from my performance.

I shook my head but laughed as I panted softly. "I definitely needed to let loose."

"Mm hmm." Hailey hummed in agreement.

The manager walked in as I was retouching my makeup. "Great performance but you've been requested for a private session."

I frowned. "I told you that I won't be taking any private sessions for the mean time."

He sighed but nodded. "I wouldn't have told you if it was just anyone."

"No, I'm not doing the session. Tell him I feel sick or something." I wasn't in the mood to dance for any slimy guy tonight.

"You can't say no, he's a very dangerous man." He stated.

I rolled my eyes, why can't men just listen when a woman says no.

"Then I'll go tell him no myself." I stood up abruptly.

"Wait, if he's the man that I'm thinking of right now, then just do the session, please." Hailey held my hand as she pleaded.

My brows furrowed in confusion. "Its fine, I'll just fake being sick to him."

Hailey didn't look so sure with my plan but she let me go. I followed my manager to the private rooms which only loaded men could book, it cost about thirteen grand to just book a room minus payment for the session.

My manager stopped in front of a door. "Be careful." He warned lastly as he left me standing in front of the door.

My nerves got the best of me as I walked into the dimly lit room.

In the corner of the room, seated on the leather couch is an olive skinned man taking a drag from his cigar.

I froze as his eyes met mine.

His eyes raked my form as I walked over to him cautiously. He's immaculately dressed in a black tailored suit, slightly unbuttoned collared shirt. His chain peeked from his exposed chest, he was in a very sexy man-spread as his veiny tattooed hands held his cigar.

Fuck, he's so sexy.

"You took your time." Even his voice was deep, gruff and don't get me started on his Italian accent.

I gulp instinctively, all thoughts of rejecting this private session has flown out the window. I bit my lips, trying to gather myself together.

"uhh.. yeah." What the hell is wrong with me!?

He clips off the end of the cigar rising to his full height. Damn... he's tall.

Even with my platform heels on, he still towered over me. I'm rooted at my spot as he walked leisurely towards me.

He's even more attractive up close, my nostrils are invaded with his expensive scent and sex appeal. My knees grows week in my seven inches platform heels.

His perfect brow raised. "Did I not request for a private session?"

My daze was broken as I blush from the embarrassment of literally eye fucking this man. I nodded slowly and cleared my throat.

"There's a no touching rule, sir." I state breathlessly.

His eyes darken as he stares down at me intensely with a slight smirk on his full lips.

"Go on."

Yanna

I was nervous.

This man definitely has an effect on me and he knew it.

On cue, 'haunted' by beyonce came on, all my nerves rolled off my body and my body moved to the slow and sultry rhythm of the song.

My tricks on the pole came into action as I turned and arched on it adding in a steamy stare here and there throughout my performance. I walked cover to him and danced with the sultry rhythm.

His stare was intense as he sipped on his drink with an evident bulge in his tailored pants. My skin felt hot as he watched me dance, the air was thick with tension, sexual tension.

His scent made me crazy as my lips grazed his neck while I continued my performance. I was holding onto the last thread of my self-respect to stop me from jumping this man.

His fists and jaw were clenched.

Seemed like I wasn't the only one holding back.

The song comes to an end indicating the end of my session. I panted softly as my face slightly hovered his as he sat on the couch.

"Tell me what you want." His gruff voice rung in my ears.

It was so tempting to say yes.

I gulp down weighing my options of possibly experiencing the best sex I could ever have in my life then later ending up dead for fucking this man.

I smirked slowly.

"Get a leash." I state while rising up to my full height.

He had an amused look on his face as he ran his tongue across his teeth.

"Payment for my session is at the register." I said as I turned around to leave this room before I jump this man.

"What's your name, bambina?" The pet name rolling of his tongue with his sexy accent.

I turned around at the door. "I don't give my name to strangers." I gave him one last heated look before leaving him in the room.

The night continued on as normal with me performing once more on stage and having a few drinks. I filled my tote bag with cash I earned during my performance as I waited for Hailey to get ready.

I couldn't get over my private session with that sexy man. Usually, I don't sleep with clients from my private sessions but damn... that man would be an exception for sure.

"Hey, I'm really sorry but something came up with Maya's baby sitter so I need to head straight home." Hailey rushed out as she ran up to me.

I nodded quickly. "Oh I don't mind we can meet up again, go home."

Hailey nodded frantically as she engulfed me into a tight hug before running off.

My apartment wasn't too far from the club so Instead of getting a cab, I decided to walk back home. The night air was cool but my ankle ached from the platform heels I wore probably because its been a while that I performed.

Its been three months since mum died in a house fire, I remember the day like it was yesterday. It was around 2pm in the afternoon when I got a call of a fire breakout in my apartment, I could still remember the smell of smoke in the air as the fire fighters held me back from running into the building.

I kept screaming and crying that my mum was in there but the fire had already spread and anyone in there would already be gone by now. That was the first time I felt true gut wrenching heart break.

It had just been I and my mum ever since, she never mentioned anything about my father. I don't even know his name but I didn't care because I was content and happy with the little life we had, not until that dreadful day.

She had been sick and bedridden for a while before her passing, her health insurance couldn't cover all her bills, that's when I decided to start stripping to earn some cash by the side.

I sighed as I noticed my apartment in view. The complex was old but spacious which I liked, the maintenance was just a bit slow but its not unbearable.

I unlocked the door to my apartment and stepped in, switching on the lights.

"Aaahh!" I screamed as I noticed a man sitting at the corner of my room.

My instincts kicked in to run but as I turned to do so, two large men were already at my doorway.

"What the hell!?" I yelled. Panic and fear rushing through me.

The man in the corner stood to his full height and stepped into the light.

I let out a gasp. "It's you?" he was the sexy man from my private session.

"Its me" he replies as he walks closer to me making me take steps back. The words of my manager ringing in my head, "He's dangerous."

"How did you get in here and what the hell do you want with me!?" I yelled out as I was backed up against the wall.

I felt my heart drop to my stomach as a gun was pulled up and pointed to me. "I suggest you quiet down and take a sit?" he said as he used his gun to gesture to the couch.

I bit my lips and nodded frantically, shuffling to take a seat. My heart was racing, sirens where ringing in my head. how can my life take such a drastic turn?

He takes a seat on the couch opposite mine. "Yanna Wilson, 24 years old, graduated from college with a bachelor's degree in interior décor.

He leans back leisurely on the couch and continued. "Began stripping last year to pay off the bills for her precious mother."

How the hell did he find out all these about me?

"Please... just let me go, I promise, I won't a report this." I pleaded as I felt tears sting the corner of my eyes.

Tilting his head to the side, "As you can see, I'm not restraining you"

"B-but." I stuttered in fear.

He sighed leisurely, "You're going to come with me now, I can do this with force or without force. Which do you prefer?" his eyes were laser focused on me as he spoke, silently daring me to resist.

"W-what?.... Please I don't want to go anywhere with you, just leave I-i promise I won't mention a word about this." My voice trembled as I spoke, the tears that filled my eyes now rolled down my cheeks.

His eyes were blank and his face was emotionless and cold, my tears did nothing to soften his stone heart.

He glanced at the two men at my doorway and the next thing I knew, I was lifted and carried on their shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Ahhh...Let me down!" I yelled and struggled to be let down. I banged at his back and kicked my feet in the air.

I screamed, twisted and turn to set myself free but all my efforts where futile.

"Help, please someone help me!" my screams were immediately cut short by one look from the sexy dangerous man.

I was carried down to the parking lot of my complex and was let down in front of a slick black Rolls Royce.

I turn to stare at the man. "W-where are you taking me to?"

His dark cold eyes met my teary ones. "Get in."

Yanna

I don't remember much from the ride to the unknown destination only that it was a very long ride. My body ached badly from stress and the awkward way my neck was positioned as I was knocked out from exhaustion.

I blink my eyes adjusting to the brightness of the large room I now laid in. Panic rushed through me as I rushed to the mirror at the corner of the room to quickly inspect my body for any missing limb or organ.

I sighed in relief as I was intact. "Where the hell am I?" I whisper to myself.

The door was locked but the room didn't look like what a human trafficker would keep his victim.

Maybe this was a room used for adult filming?

I frantically looked around to check for hidden cameras or hidden sex toys but there was none.

The door was suddenly unlocked and I waited for someone to come in but nothing happened.

I walked cautiously to the door and twisted it open, there was a man with tattoos everywhere standing in front of me.

"You are required in the study." He spoke gruffly and started walking.

"W-wait." I called out as I hurriedly followed him to wherever he was leading me to, for all I know possibly my death.

He stood in front of a double door as I caught up to him panting softly. He gave me a side eye and knocked.

A muffled 'come in' was heard and the man twisted the door open.

The room was a large study that screamed luxury, there was an elderly man that sat at the end of the table, two tattooed men at either side of him and then my sexy captor who sat closely beside the elderly man.

"You!" I pointed angrily at him.

"Where the hell am I and why have you brought me here?!" I yelled at my sexy captor.

There was a long pause of silence before the elderly man across the room cleared his throat, bringing my attention to him.

"I was the one who requested for you to be brought here." The elderly man said softly.

I furrowed my brows in confusion. "Why?..."

He sighed and continued. "Few years ago, I visited Dominican Republic for work but one thing led to another, I had a one night stand with a woman."

My heart was beating so fast, I could swear that they could all here it. Where is this conversation leading to...

He continued. "Not thinking much of it, I left and found out years later that she had gotten pregnant and I had a daughter."

I choked up with sudden emotions as I shook my head frantically and took some steps back, this can't be what I'm thinking right now.

"You're not Yanna Wilson but Yanna Bernadi." He spoke firmly

My lips trembled and tears stung my eyes. "N-no..." I whispered.

"T-this has to be a joke or something...." I laughed nervously as I waited for any sign for them to break character but their face remained stoic, indicating their seriousness.

I frowned, my emotions where everywhere, I never ever expected to meet my father in this manner or even meet him in my life. Questions where running through my head.

"Why now...." I whispered as tears rolled down my eyes.

My father leaned back in his seat not breaking eye contact. "You're my only direct bloodline." He cocked his head "My son, your half-brother, was killed therefore making you the only successor of the Italian mafia."

I let out a gasp. "So you only revealed yourself to me just because you need me..." anger flared in my chest.

"You've known about me for a long time now but you never once cared to show up in my life and get to be a father to me...." My lips trembled as I spoke.

"Where were you when I was struggling to pay off my mother's medical bills or her funeral." My voice cracked with emotions.

His stoic expression seemed to fade slightly as his eyes softened a little.

"No, what makes you think I would run into your arms and accept to be used by you, when you didn't even bother to come into my life." I sniffed and wiped my tears angrily.

"What makes you think that you have a choice in this." My sexy captor spoke but I was way too pissed off to be scared of him.

"Enzo, Dallele un po' di tempo " (give her some time). My father glared at my captor named Enzo.

Enzo glared back. "It's better to let her know now and you know I'm right." He replied harshly.

My father sighed tiredly

"Tell me what....." I asked cautiously.

"Enzo is like a son to me and also the current don of this mafia, meaning that you have to be wed to him." My father said.

My eyes bulged out in shock. "What?!"

Enzo leaned back in his seat, his piercing dark eyes scanning my face intently as he watched my reaction.

"I am not agreeing to any of this!" I yell

"I don't care about this stupid mafia or being your 'last direct bloodline', for all I know, I never had a father!" I scream, fuming with anger.

I turned around to walk out but the man at the door blocked my way.

"Seat back down." Enzo's cold voice rung through the silent room, shivers curled on my skin at his domineering tone.

He is as infuriating as he is hot!

I clench my fists and decide on sitting at the farthest seat away from them.

"Alonzo has said all he has to say for now." He spoke gesturing to my father.

I glance at my so called father who just sat quietly staring between the two of us and sighed.

He stood up slowly. "I would leave the two of you to discuss." With that, he walked out of the room with the two other men except the one stationed at the door.

"Yanna." My breath hicked as my name rolled of his sexy tongue.

"Please... just let me go, I promise I would never speak of this or appear in that club again." I pleaded desperately.

His cold eyes scanned my face with an emotionless look. He sighed and reached into his pocket pulling out a set of photos.

Glancing down at them, I let out a gasp as I reached over to view it closely. They were photos of Hailey and her daughter, Maya as they walked around the apartment they lived in.

"I didn't want to do this, but you're quite stubborn and persistent." He states.

Fear was very evident on my face as I was just once again reminded how dangerous this man is.

"Now, would you like to discuss our marriage?" he asked with his piercing eyes daring me.

I bit my lip in thought, I can't say no to this. Hailey and Maya's lives are on the line and it won't be so bad to be married to this sexy stoic man sitting in front of me. My bills would be paid and I could at least be a trophy wife...

I gulped and nodded slowly.

Enzo leaned back, his thighs parted slightly with an amused look on his face. "So you listen after all."

What in the world have I gotten myself into.