Vincenzo's Lover

"Love Is Overrated."

His face hardened and his jaw clenched. "We are gang members-"

You are, not me

"-there are no rights for us and you will give him a child - a son, that's what he wants. You are to be married to him so you'll be a family anyway for the rest of your life. Stop being so dramatic."

More tears came into my eye but I blinked them away and sniffed. I looked at him through my glossed eyes and drenched long eyelashes. "For the rest of my life? So I don't get to chose who I want to marry and who I want to love?"

He rolled his eyes, "Love is overrated-"

"Of course you would say that," I bitterly muttered, glaring at him.

He rolled his eyes again, "I'm sick of your attitude, Maria. If you be like that to Mr Rossi, he will kill you. I told you, it gets you nowhere. Keep your mouth shut. Now go in your room, they'll be here soon."

I sighed and turned, going into my room and trying my hardest not to cry. I couldn't. I just couldn't live that way.

He locked my windows so couldn't escape and had a constant watch on me. It was annoying.

My father was part of the mafia - Well, used to be before he 'retired'. Afterwards, he just did gang stuff. He was always hard on me as a child. My mother and him were divorced and never talked. She lived very far away so I didn't see or talk to her often but I still loved her and she loved me. She didn't know about what was going to happen to me.

Leonardo Rossi, the head of the mafia, the boss, the leader, wanted a son. He wanted a child and a wife, he wasn't looking for love, just someone to fill his desires and to carry his children, his heirs.

That wife just had to be me.

Somehow, a contract was signed without my knowing that I'd be his wife, the person who would bear him children and fill his desires as well as marry him. I was forced to obey and do as I was told if I didn't want to be killed or tracked down or tortured.

I didn't understand how my father could do such a thing to me. How could he? Then again, he never really loved me anyway.

An hour passed when I heard the front door open and the sound of men talking.

I sat up from my bed, shivering. I was frightened, really scared. I stood, running my hand through my hair because I was nervous and glanced around, hoping to find a way to escape. But I couldn't.

The door opened and there were two bulky men wearing all black. I swallowed as they walked over to me and grabbed my arms, leading me out my room. I thought about struggling, fighting against them but there was no point. They would probably end up hitting me and that would really hurt.

Tears ran down my cheeks and I passed my father. "Be good," he muttered before watching me leave. I sniffed, shivering a little as they led me outside and in front of a grey van.

He opened the back and tossed me in. I yelped as I fell and they slammed the door shut so all I could see was darkness.

After some time of crying, I fell asleep for what seemed to be a very long time.

Someone was shaking me roughly and my eyes fluttered open to see a man wearing black shaking me.

"Svegliati!" {wake up!}.

He then took my arm and I yelped as he yanked me out the van, pulling my arm.

I gasped as I stepped out of the vehicle to see three buildings on a large piece of land.