Married To The Mafia Lord

1. FIRST IMPRESSIONS

"No, leave her be. She seemed rude and not even one of the types I want." A deep voice responded to him. He nodded his head and continued to drive slowly.

They drove past Lena, and she muttered cuss words at them. She hissed and continued walking. The raindrop was less now; she hurried before it would start again.

She regretted not coming out with some cash and her card; she got home in a few seconds.

As she approached her house, something caught her attention —the car that stopped her earlier, or was it something that looked like it? Of course, a car wasn't made for one person. Even though it wasn't for the man who stopped her earlier, who could be the owner? She lived alone with her father in that house, and he hardly came home with friends. Different thoughts ran through her mind as she walked closer to the doorstep, she flung the door open, and to her chagrin, the driver who stopped her earlier was right there standing close to a man she was yet to see his face.

"You again?" She pointed an accusing finger at the skinny man with dirty blonde hair. He smiled at her —surprised to see her as well. Lena walked to where her father sat, looking weak and feeble. 

"Dad?" She called, and at that moment, her eyes met with the most handsome face she would ever see.

His skin was whiter than hers, though only his face was visible. All other parts of his body were clad, but she could easily make out his perfectly built body from the blue t-shirt that hugged his body.

His face had a dull expression that she couldn't read, and he had his hair packed backwards. She was impressed how a man could keep such long hair. A cigarette was between his long lean fingers, and he slowly took a drag. He didn't spare her a glance; she wasn't even sure if he knew she was there. She was the one doing the body survey. He didn't care about her presence.

"Dad," She stopped gawking at the young man and turned to her father. He fidgeted and held his daughter with his weak cold hands.

Lena was sad. She didn't know how to tell him that the drugs were wet and she needed to get new ones for him.

"Is that your daughter?" The strange man who had refused to spare her a glance asked.

Lena looked at him, and his eyes were on her. She wondered why he asked that question from him.

"Yes, I'm his daughter." She stared back at him; his eyes were blue and very beautiful. How can a man be this flawless? His voice sent cold shudders down her crest —deep, charming, and soothing to the ears.

"Then I think the bait is done!" Blue eyes man crossed his long legs and let out a small smile that didn't look genuine.

"How's that?" Lena was confused. She would still ask her father who they were, maybe when they were gone.

"I think I would need you," He gently took a drag of the cigarette in his hand and sent a puff to the dilapidated ceiling. "You look like someone who would know how to do something right." He laughed; Lena was now getting scared. "Since your father refused to train you properly. How about I marry you to teach you ethics?" He looked at his chauffeur. "What do you think, Jay?"

"That would be a perfect decision, boss!" Jay replied, "A Valid one!"

Lena was lost. She stared at them like they were acting in a movie.

"Gavin Johnson, I want my money now." Darian, the blue-eyed man turned to her father with a fierce look. He grinned, "I will send you to jail if you don't provide my money at this very moment." The way he spoke his words was reserved, he had a calm voice, but his words were wicked. "But you do  have options here." He relaxed on the tattered couch, giggling as his eyes ogled Lena.

"Darian, I beg you for some time." Gavin finally spoke up. Lena held her father. She didn't understand what was happening between those two.

Where did her father know such a man?

"Dad?" she called, but he ignored her.

"Please, I will pay you. I promise to pay you once I have my job back." 

"Pay me? Where do you intend to even get that money from?" He chuckled and shook his head. "I need my money now." Darian puffed the smoke out of the cigarette again. "And If you don't provide it, you'd be jailed."

"Who are you, and why are you frustrating my sick father?" Lena flew up angrily; she placed her hands on her thighs and tapped her feet on the marble floor.

 Darian gawked at her, pitifully shaking his head. "Did your father not teach you to mind the first words you say to strangers?"

Her father pinched her hard when she sat back. She winced in pain and stared at him. "Who is he?" She whispered in his ears.

"Let's break it down for the little girl," He chuckled again. "Your father here, Gavin, came to borrow some huge amount of money he spent on gambling!" He laughed and retook a drag. "Been over three years, and he still hasn't paid half the money. He even had the guts to challenge me to a game! Well, I won it, and the price was huge. He thought he could win over me, but a master would always be your master." Darian straightened up and looked at Lena. "Your daughter is ripe enough for marriage," he lapped his lips against each other. "You either pay my money, or you give her to me. You have twenty-four hours to decide if you will go to jail, or I will be planning a wedding in my crib!" Darian intoned, flouncing out of the small living room before Gavin could give a response.

His driver followed behind him, slamming the door shut as they walked out.

Lena exchanged a knowing glance with her father; he sure had a lot of explaining to do. But before then, she hurried to her room to get her card. She dashed out of the house to get new drugs for her dad before he asked about the ones she had gone to buy before.

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