Arrange Marrige To The PlayBoy!

Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12

D O U Z E

'Just remember our love is pure'

ADRIAN

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"Mum! Mum, I'm serious! I'm not going to stop poking you unless you tell me!" I whined as I deliberately nudged her harder with my stubby finger directly targeted in her eye. Despite, her feeble attempts to swat it away.

"For the love of-Adrian! You stop this instance or I'm taking Fluff to the butchers" she warns and I still continuing. Knowing she was bluffing trying to hustle me, I knew that she couldn't even hurt an ant. And once when she accidentally did . . . With her heel-she cried for days saying how she had just taken a soul away. Well, she was a nutcase so it's expected.

"It's nothing! Anyways, I've decided to move the engagement tomorrow, so go and prepare some arrangements, I've fixed your calendar. Your booked at the Italian tuxedos wear at 3:00, no earlier or later! Get there pronto, also best mans. Ill set up everything else and handle caterers and guests. Remember no one from school," she says haughtily as she gets up.

"And remember son, whatever happens, remember I love you," she says sincerely and I had a gush of heat envelop me, see? This care was very rare.

Putting a cigarette in between my fingers and lighting it up, I took a puff and looked at her I'm the eyes, something I avoided at all costs. "I know," I reply curtly, she satisfied walked away out the kitchen. Why won't she just tell, me?

Oh shit! The wedding!

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"I'm not fricken kidding Rio, I'm not wearing a pink suit!" I tell him as he looks at me exasperatedly.

"But it's traditional! Spanish people always do!" He flails. "I don't care, I'm wearing black. It makes me look macho and buff, I don't wanna dress up as a sissy to my wedding," I hiss.

"You don't wanna look like a fool I front of Arial, I get it . . . She looks exceptionally flawless today, hashtag just saying," Rio says and a smile etches to my face, but I quickly recompose it. I don't wanna seem like some love struck puppy. "Cherish this moment," he says, a forlorn expression on his face as he looks at me sadly.

"I'll have an eternity of that, thanks to my parents," I snort and he gives me a tight lipped smile, his eyes blemishing into a gloomy cross-over. "Just do it, ok? And remember, the one who suffers is the one who deserves," he chats as he takes a drag of his pipe. Beau, his best friend comes up jutting his chin in recognition and doing a once over on my attire.

"Looking professional," he comments. He then, turns to Rio, "Does, he even know the situation?" He asks and Rio looks at me hastily, hesitancy in his eyes. Then glares at Beau, "no, and I don't intend on telling him. So keep that fricken mouth of yours shut or ill shoot your damn wife," he spewed in Spanish making Beau, grunt.

"What? What is it, I deserve to know! I'm not gonna cry I mean, bad boys like me, don't," I say, pinching my shirt making them smile a bit.

With an elongated, pressured sigh. Rio walks in the cordial centre room motioning me to follow. Beau, gave me a salute as he walked out.

"Listen, your family has organised you to get married because . . . Well because, they are being forced to make this decision. They have been stalked for fricken ages, for their wealth and all. And since we are pretty tight, my mafia will help you out.

But that's the thing, there's many more deadlier opponents. Cold hearted, merciless killers that shoot babies if they made noise. Kinda like the soldiers from Israel and their systematically genocide in Gaza and Syria. Only they are more equipped and unbeatable. Arial is now desired by them, she is the most prized possession and they are gonna take her and there is nothing no one could do about it.