Contract Marriage: Taming My Mafia Heir Husband

By Antonella Santinelle

Days latter

“You should smile a little more. Those who see you from afar will certainly not think that you are happy with your engagement. By the way, shouldn’t you be with your fiancé? Have you seen the preparations that I helped your mother and Giovanna choose? Speaking of him, what a beautiful man, my God. Incidentally, not only him, but his brothers as well. What differentiated genetics. Can’t I marry one of them, too?”

My cousin who had arrived in Italy a few days ago, just to participate in the event that she herself classified as "the event of the year", was already making me dizzy, because she did not stop talking for a second. The truth is that Rita had plenty of excitement that I lacked at that engagement party.

“You talk too much, Rita. Can’t you stop for a while?”

I took at once the drink I had in the cup I was holding, while continuing to hear my cousin talking uncontrollably next to me.

“It doesn’t matter!” Rita shrugged. “When will I formally meet the man who dominated you like that? Antonella Santinelle getting married is something I didn’t imagine even in my best dreams.”

“Right now!”

I jumped up when Luigi’s thick voice sounded at that moment, making it clear that she was behind me. For a moment I think I staggered back, and I’m sure I would fall if it wasn’t for Luigi’s agile hands to support my waist with boldness. That pervert was still gonna kill me one day. If I wasn’t scared, I’d be full of hate.

“You’re not drinking too fast, are you?”

Without waiting for any answer, so little authorization, Luigi removed the cup from my hand leaving it on the tray of one of the waiters who passed by us. Suddenly I felt his lips close to my ear and in a whisper disguised as affection he said:

“By the way, your cousin is right. You should smile more and stay by my side. I don’t know if you remember, but we need to convince everyone that we’re radiating happiness with all of this here. Isn’t that what couples in love do?”

Son of a bitch! He knew how to irritate me, and worse, he also knew that there at that moment, I could not do anything about it, since it would be strange if someone saw me with a gun pointed at his forehead. What normal bride would do that to the man she claimed to be in love with?

“Ah, that’s cute.” I squeezed Luigi’s cheek, faking a silly smile. “I didn’t know I used to listen to other people’s conversations, my dear fiancé.” I approached your ear and whispered back: “Should I remind you that I am not in love with you, and that we are far from being a conventional couple?”

“Yet you are my bride. Get used to it.”

Ignoring my sarcasm, the bastard stepped on me and then faced my cousin with that gallant way that so irritated me. She who watched us with excitement, almost melted all when he smiled. And all I could think of was a thousand and one ways to pluck his blue eyes out.

“Won’t you introduce me to your cousin, dear?”

I rolled my eyes when I noticed Rita’s excitement, almost overflowing with excitement. It had been days since my cousin hid the desire to formally meet the man who became my fiancé. Of course, the weight of Luigi’s surname made him well known, but not everyone had a chance to get close to one of the Salvatore.

Against my will, I did what should be done.

“Rita is my cousin on her mother’s side, and also the oldest among us of the new generation.” I noticed the surprise on Luigi’s face, but how could it be different? We knew nothing about each other. “Rita, this is Luigi Salvatore.”

Maybe Luigi realized that I mentioned his name against taste. That’s why he made one of his jokes.

“Soon, husband of that nice thing here. Look how wonderful, right?”

Of course I knew Luigi was mocking, but I didn’t mind, I tried to focus on his kinky side that he didn’t make a point of hiding. I watched Luigi gently hold Rita’s hand and lead to her lips, leaving a delicate kiss there. Of course my cousin almost fainted at the same moment, after all, unlike me, Rita was the kind of dreamy and romantic woman, so only that gesture would be enough to paint Luigi as the best of parties I could find.

“Glad to finally meet you, sir. I never thought it would be possible for anyone to break the ice heart of this brown cousin of mine, but just imagine how I looked when I was informed about your marriage.” It was at times like this that I wished to put a boiled and extremely hot egg in the mouth of the gossip I had as a cousin. “Antonella used to be an extremely independent woman. She showed no emotion when it came to relationships. To be more specific, my cousin will never dream of marrying, and suddenly comes to me with a groom. It was too much emotion for this poor heart of mine.”

Of course at that time, Luigi was clearly interested in the subject. Which only made me want to jump off the first bridge I could find in Italy.

“Oh, I can imagine. She’s hard, isn’t she? But that’s because she hadn’t met me yet. Isn’t that right, love?” It was today that I would become a murderer, my God. In response I shot Luigi with my gaze, but he just shrugged and turned his gaze to an enchanted Rita. “We know when love surprises us. I think that’s exactly what happened between us.” Luigi caressed my hand with his thumb. “I’m sure Antonella didn’t have the strength to refuse what her heart felt so strongly.”

Wretched son of a bitch. God rest her! I thought to myself as I struggled to hold on to the will to choke Luigi Salvatore.

“Ah, but you must be magical.”

“Not so much.” Irritated me the air of conviction of Luigi. “Nothing that some declarations of love do not solve, is not it?”

I even wanted to punch Luigi at that very moment, but unfortunately that would be for later. As my bastard fiancé squeezed my waist, Rita sighed like a fool.

“When I find my date, I want him to be as delicate as you are.”

Hell, little did Rita know that there was nothing delicate, on the contrary, looked like a horse ready to kick at all times.

“All right, you guys have met, but now we need to go greet the other guests, right, baby?”

“Of course, my love.” Luigi answered me with that damn smug smile. I hate that man!

Without asking permission, I felt Luigi holding my hand as we walked among the guests who greeted us with a clear falsehood.

“I was curious about something.” I mumbled softly just for Luigi to hear.

“Tell me what.”

“Is this your vocation to be Synodic something that came from the cradle, or did you acquire over time?”

At first Luigi looked at me illegible, but soon he was laughing like a convict without limits. Of course he was attracting some people’s attention to us, and certainly those who watched us from afar believed that we were a happy couple who at that time shared some inner joke or vows of love.

“You really amuse me, Antonella.” Your arm went around my waist making me frown. “If you must know, it is one of my many vocations. Do you believe that I do not make the slightest effort?”

“Really?” Laughs mockingly. “If you didn’t say I wouldn’t notice, but let me just tell you something sweet... I forbid you to pass me off as a fool in love.”

“Or what is it?”

I hated feeling challenged by Luigi. Few people could easily irritate me while they were able to destabilize my emotional, but he achieved all this masterfully, and that was definitely not a good sign.

“Beware, my dear. Who laughs last laughs best, in the end it may be you who become a fool in love.”

“Me?” Luigi was amazed, but soon became serious. “Not even in his dreams. If you have something for which I was not born, it was for feelings, my dear.”

“Great! So we won’t have any future problems on either side.”

“So be it.”

We turned our attention to some ladies who approached us with the excuse of greeting the bride and groom, but I knew they were just curious to understand how Salvatore and Santinelle could be together living that moment. You gossipy old ladies!

“Boredom! I’m lazy, fake.” I grumbled next to Luigi’s ear. Well, at least I’d appreciate her not leaving my side.

“You don’t know these people who are here, do you?”

“Hardly any. Well, actually, just a few of those spoiled brats who flaunt Mafia Daddy’s money.” I made Face and for the first time saw Luigi laugh relaxed for something I said. “What was it? Do you think I’m lying?”

“No! Actually, I think exactly the same.” I was surprised.

“But I bet you behaved like that when you were younger.”

“Me? What makes you think such a bad thing about me?” He displayed false indignation.

“Well, today you are like the king among the uninteresting pawns on a chessboard, that is, you have always been directly involved with that world.”

“The mafia doesn’t define me, Antonella.”

“That means what?” It was impossible to control my curiosity.

“You’ll find out. Now pay attention to everything I’m going to say. I’ll make you know the mafia world.”

“Why? I’m just another woman born into a renowned family. I’m not even a firstborn.” I questioned with curiosity.

Luigi’s blue eyes connected with my greens in a way that impacted me for a few minutes.

“You are no longer just a woman. If I am a king on this board, you will be my queen.”