The Mafia Contract Series

What’s taking so long? It’s been one hour already, and I am running out of patience. Franco fucking Rossi is a complete bore and thinks whiskey and cigars are the cure for everything.

He likes to tell me how feared he is. How many people he kills on average a week and how he enjoys every minute of it. Then he gave me a list of whores to try, ones he recommends because now we are family, it’s good to share. Thinking of dipping my cock into a hole he’s just vacated makes me wanna hurl and I am so relieved when the door open and Alana heads inside and smiles thinly, “She’s ready when you are.”

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Franco sighs heavily and his wife nods meekly and says sharply, “Jasmine, come here and present yourself to your new husband.”

I watch with interest as she steps aside and in walks a figure shrouded in white. I can’t see her face because it’s concealed by a white lace veil, and yet I’m guessing there’s no smile on those lips.

She will be hating every minute of this almost as much as I am and as her father approaches and circles her body, it’s as if he’s inspecting an addition to his stable.

“She’ll do.” He turns to me and smiles with a lecherous sneer. “She’s all yours. Make sure she knows who’s boss and she won’t let you down. If she does, I’ll end her life personally.”

Turning to his eldest daughter, he leans in and says darkly, “Don’t let your family down. Spread those legs and give the man what he wants. Never answer back and never question. Do I make myself clear?”

A slight nod is all he gets before he sighs and pushes her roughly toward me. “Take her and enjoy.

I’ll be in touch if there’s any business I can put your way.”

If anything, this now seems wrong on every level because I am suddenly taking charge of another human being. Imagining how I’d feel if anyone treated my sister this way makes me vow to end her father’s life personally. Bastard. Arrogant miserable bastard and it will be my pleasure to slice his neck and watch the life drain from him at my hand. Maybe she would like to watch. I certainly would, so with a nod, I take her arm and say curtly, “Thank you, sir. I look forward to many years of cooperation between our families.”

Her mother steps to the side as we walk past them, and I can almost taste the tension in the air as we head silently to the door. There is no warm family send off for Jasmine Rossi. Just a harsh reminder her parents couldn’t give a fuck.

It feels wrong on every level, and I wish I could offer her words of reassurance, but I have none.

Her future with me will not be a happy one. She has only swapped one hell for another.

The car is waiting outside and as Roberto opens the passenger door, she slides inside without a backward glance. The car in front is full of our security, as is the one behind. I nod to Roberto and head around to the other side and slip into the seat beside my bride as my consigliere jumps into the front passenger seat.

As the car moves slowly away, I wonder what is running through her mind right now.

Once we make it to the open road, I make sure the screen is fully up, giving us privacy and say in a dark tone, “Just so you know, I fucking hate your parents.”

Sighing, I lean back in my seat and reach for the bottle of champagne resting in a chiller in front of me. Grabbing two glasses, I fill one and hand it to her and say with an emotionless voice, “You may need this.”

However, that fucking veil prevents her from doing anything, so, with an irritated sigh, I use one hand to lift it over her head and regard two curious blue eyes staring at me with suspicion. “Better.”

Leaning back, I take a swig of my champagne and growl, “Let’s get this ceremony over with and then you’re free.”

A soft voice answers me, “Free?”

There’s a hint of hope edging her words and I laugh softly, “Free to a degree, I should have said.

You’ll be my wife and I’m sorry about that, but once we’re married, you can please yourself what you do with your time.”

“I don’t understand.”

She looks worried and confused and I can’t say I blame her and with a sigh I lay down how it’s going to be.

“I’m not interested in you sexually. I don’t want kids and I don’t want you. What I want is an alliance with your father’s operation and this marriage was to secure that. Purely business and nothing else, so I’m sorry if you thought this was a fairy tale, but you’ve only swapped one emotionless life for another.”

Turning to face her, I note the suspicion in her eyes, and I say softly, “Look, what happened back there was wrong on every level. Your parents are disgusting human beings who deserve a long, slow, painful death, but we both know how this world operates and if anyone knows what it’s like, it’s me.

So, count yourself lucky that I saved you from far worse. We’ll live together, but that’s all. You’ll play my wife in public and act your part and I’ll carry on with business. What you do to fill your time is up to you, but you won’t be alone.”

“What are you saying?”

“You will have your own security and can only associate with people I approve of. You’ll have your own suite of rooms and could easily live in the house and never see me if you desire. All I require is your company in public and your loyalty not to tell a living soul about our arrangement.”

She says nothing and sips her champagne, looking at me through her rather astonishing eyes. In fact, the closer I am to Jasmine Rossi, the more I appreciate the beauty she tries so hard to hide.

“Oh, and another thing I should mention.”

She looks worried and her eyes widen, adding a vulnerable outline to a woman who has surprised me, and I say brusquely, “If you want sex, come and find me.”

“Excuse me.” She looks absolutely horrified, which does little for my ego, and I laugh softly. “I can’t have my wife screwing around behind my back now, can I? If word got out, I would look like a fool. So, I can accommodate your needs if you wish. If you’re not bothered, then neither am I.”

“That’s so cold.”

She looks disgusted, and I shrug. “Get used to it, baby, because I’m not promising to be Prince Charming here. I don’t do emotion and I don’t do love. If you’re lucky, the best we can be is friends, but I’m not even bothered about that. I just need a wife and you’ll do.”

I know I’m being deliberately cruel, but she must understand how it is right from the word go. If anything, she should be relieved about that.

She still says nothing, and I’m bored with this conversation already and just lean back and close my eyes, effectively ending any further discussion.

It must be twenty minutes later the car stops at the steps of city hall and I turn to her and say with a sigh, “Let’s get this over with.”