Dark grey clouds cascaded the pitch black sky, pouring droplets of water down onto my window as I watched the water trickle down it. I watched as the water droplets raced with each other on my window and debated which one would win the race. It was the middle of the night and I couldn't sleep due to the thunder that roared outside. That shit scares me. I got up from my bed and made my way into the bathroom, glancing at the clock as I opened the door. 4:25 am, well fuck. I decided on taking a shower to hopefully take my mind off the torturous thunder outside. I take off my hoodie and sweatpants and turn on the shower faucet. Showers in the middle of the night just hit different.
Opening the shower door, I was greeted by the hot water as it ran down my skin, leaving trails of water droplets dripping down my body. I grabbed my lavender shampoo and massaged it into my hair making sure not to get any in my eyes like last time. That shit hurts like a motherfucker. After washing out the shampoo, I washed my body with my lavender body wash because who doesn't like lavender? You're a freak if you don't. I rinsed off the body wash and turned off the faucet getting out of the shower afterwards. I grabbed my white towel from the rack as soon as my feet touched the bathroom mat,which was white matching the theme of my bathroom, white and baby blue. As soon as I dried myself off, I decided on watching Netflix since I won't be getting sleep any time soon.
Rain was still splashing against my bedroom window as I opened my laptop up logging into my Netflix account. I decided on watching 'Good Girls' for the 100th time, definitely not because of Rio or anything. About an hour or two later I finally drifted of too sleep as my laptop played in the background. I let the darkness consume me as the rain died down outside.
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I wake up to the sound of my name being called so reluctantly I opened my eyes to be greeted by my mom sitting on my bed as she gently shakes me.
"Ma' what are you doing here?" I rub my eyes as she starts getting up from my bed and opening the purple curtains in my room. I check the time on my phone to see that it's 7:30 in the fucking morning on a Saturday. What the fuck?
"I'm sorry cariño but me and your father need to speak to you about something important." Her Spanish accent coming out as she talks. She starts walking to my closet and begins rummaging through my clothes as I groan putting a pillow over my face.
(sweetheart)
"You need to talk to me at 7:30 in the morning on a Saturday? Seriously? Ma' I need my beauty sleep." I take the pillow of my face and pull the covers off me as I get up from my bed.
"Quit with the complaining before you get the zapatilla." She points her index finger at me as she hangs a black dress on my wardrobe. Why the fuck?
(slipper)
"You know I'm a growing adult which means I require at least 8 hours of sleep." I open my bathroom door and turn on the light. I'm greeted with my hideous reflection staring back at me, um ew. I look like I've been tied to the back of a car and dragged for a mile or two.
My mom then had the audacity to mimic me which earned her a sock to the head to which she threw in the laundry basket talking about how it stunk. I swear she's lying.
"Be down in 20 minutes before I come drag your ass down myself. Also wear the dress that I hung on your wardrobe tonight." What's happening tonight? With that she left my room as I started brushing my teeth and turning the shower on. As soon as I finished brushing my teeth, I stripped myself naked and stepped into the shower making sure it's not too cold or hot. The warm water trickled down my skin as I washed myself with my lavender body wash. I decided not to wash my hair as I already did at 4 in the fucking morning.
Couple minutes later, I got out of the shower wrapping a towel around me. I walked out the bathroom making sure the water was off and my clothes were in the laundry basket. I walked to my wardrobe and decided on wearing nike grey joggers with a white crop top paired with a grey zip up hoodie along with white socks. I put my hair in a messy bun and grabbed my phone of the night stand before heading downstairs.
As I opened my bedroom door I'm greeted with my bodyguard, Santiago. Me and him have became close over the years he has been working for my dad. His brown eyes stared down at me, his brown curls dropping over his tanned forehead and his black suit neatly ironed with his gun tucked into the waistband of his black trousers.
"Santiago! How are you man?" I gave him a fist bump to which he returned as I started walking downstairs with him following behind me.
"Good morning Amara, I'm great what about you?"
"I would be better if my mom didn't wake me up at this bullshit hour when I could be sleeping." I shrugged as he chuckled, we turned a corner and walked into the kitchen, where breakfast was placed on the dining room table.
"I'm sure it's for a good reason. I'll be outside if you need me." With that he left me in the kitchen, where my parents were sat at the dining room table eating breakfast. I started making my morning iced coffee, checking my notifications on my phone.
"Morning papa," I sat down at the dining room table next to my dad who was sat at the head of the table.
"Good morning mija." He sipped his coffee as he typed something on his phone before putting it back into his pocket.
My dad was dressed in a full black suit, his dark brunette hair slicked back as his green eyes looked into my hazel ones. His silver rings glistened underneath the kitchen lights as he took another sip of his coffee. My mom was sat opposite me wearing a navy blue all in one sleeveless jumpsuit, her light brown hair fell above her shoulders and her black glasses perched on top of her lightly freckled nose.
"Where's Luca and Damon?" I only just noticed that my brothers weren't at the table like usual, which is weird since they are always here. Luca is my older brother and Damon is my second eldest brother. I have no sisters so it's just us three. Luca and Damon are also twins both being the age of 24.
"They are at the warehouse but I'll tell them the news when they get back."My mother gave my father a nervous look as he spoke. Now that's weird. My father then cleared his throat and spoke again as he sat up in his chair. "I know you're probably wondering what the news is and there's no easy way to say this mija."
"Just spit it out before I throw a fit." I looked between my mom and dad growing inpatient and hangry. Those waffles look good- focus bitch.
My dad sighs before he begins talking again. "Amara you're having an arranged marriage and you'll be meeting your future husband tonight at a ball he has invited us too. You will also be moving in with him at his request." He intertwines both his hands and places is on the table as he stares directly at me.
I nearly spat out my coffee as my eyes grew wide "W-what the fuck? I don't fucking think so."
"It's not a choice Amara." My mom placed a hand on my shoulder in a way to calm my nerves down as I glared at my father.This fucker better run in 3-
"The fuck do you mean? If this is to do with your mafia bull shit I swear to god!" My voice grew louder as I stood from chair. Arranged marriage? Is he fucking with me?
"Amara I'm sorry but it's for the best." My father stood as well as he walked towards me.
"What do you mean it's for the best? Who is this fucker that I'm marrying anyways?" I air quote the bit where I said marrying because there's no way I'm going to marry some dude that I don't know.
"Xavier Hernandez. I'm sure you've heard of him," Xavier Hernandez the leader of the most powerful mafia in the world, the Italian mafia. Known to be ruthless, cold hearted and fearless. I heard he shot a guy because he got him tea instead coffee, stupid fuck. To think I'm marrying him is insane, I didn't think he would marry anyone because of the list of girls he's been with. I'll admit it's kind of nerve racking since everyone knows what this guy is cable of. I've never actually met the guy nor seen what he looks like, I've just heard stories and they weren't good ones.It also makes me think why would he want to marry me out of all people? I mean there's plenty of others girls he could've chosen. "and as you're our only daughter, me and your mother and his family decided it will form a better alliance with both mafias if you two were to marry each other." Of course it's to do with the mafia, it always is.
"Seriously papa? You're giving me away to him because of some stupid alliance you need? I'm only 18 for god sake."
"We are aware mija and as much as it pains us to leave you it'll be for the best." My dad wrapped his arm around my shoulder and kissed the top of my head.
"You can't leave me please." Next thing I know tears were falling down my cheeks. My eyes were blurred by the tears that were filling them as my mind raced with thoughts about what had just happened. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands as my lips began to tremble slightly.
"I'm sorry cariño." My mother came over to me and engulfed me into a hug as I sobbed into her shoulder. She rubbed my back comfortingly as my father stroked the back of head from behind.
"Alessiandro get her some water." My father nodded as he went to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. He came back and handed it to my mother as she took the lid off the bottle.
"Drink." She put the bottle to my lips as I took small sips from it sniffling. I wiped my eyes with some tissues my mom gave me and sat back down at the dining room table.
"I know this is a lot to take in but please do this for us." My father sat next to me as he cupped my cheeks making sure I was giving him direct eye contact but I just couldn't force myself to meet his gaze.
I sighed as I closed my eyes mumbling a quick fine before getting up and going to my room. I could hear my parents voices as I walked up the stairs towards my room.
"Te dije que esto era una mala idea Alessiandro."
(I told you this was a bad idea Alessiandro.)
"Sé mi amor, pero le está haciendo un favor a nuestra mafia. Necesitamos la alianza Elena."
(I know my love but she's doing our mafia a favour. We need the alliance Elena.)
I opened my bedroom door and face planted into my bed. I pulled the covers over my head as my mind began filling itself with thoughts about this arranged marriage.
My whole world began crashing down as I finally got my mind wrapped around what was now my reality.
I'm marrying the Xavier Hernandez.