ONE NIGHTSTAND WITH THE MAFIA KING

ISABELLA

The sharp ringing of my phone woke me up, "Awww.." I groaned rolling on the other side of the bed as I picked up the call.

"Hello,"

"Weren't you going to tell us about it till he visited this morning?" My eyes fluttered open as I tried to understand what Dad was saying on the phone.

"Who?"

"Your so-called husband, who wants your wedding ceremony to be tomorrow!" I flipped the duvet off my body as I scrambled off the bed in shock. 

Just then Camilla ran inside the room half-dressed for work with her eyes fixed on the laptop in her grasp.

"What the hell!" My eyes fluttered in shock, not minding Camilla. I tried to understand Dad's Words.

"Dad, what are you even talking about?"

"What the fuck I am talking about is that you get your ass here right now and come speak to your shit of husband!" he yelled and hung up almost immediately.

I yanked the phone away from my ear, Camila's incessant chatter still echoing in my mind. "What's the problem?" I asked, confusion etched on my face.

"What problem?" she shot back. "You never told me you're having a wedding ceremony tomorrow! You only mentioned signing a contract."

"A wedding ceremony?" I repeated, shock still gripping me. Just then we heard the doorbell ring and the both of us exchanged glances.

Camila's voice trembled still in shock at what she had just seen. "Were you expecting guests?"

I exchanged uneasy glances with her. "Of course not. No one knows where I live."

She gulped, nervousness radiating from her. "It's not the press, is it? Being associated with powerful men like that would bring the press here"

Striding toward the door,  I swung it open, and a sea of black-suited men greeted me, their stern expressions unwavering.

"Good morning," I greeted in utter shock, almost shutting the door.

"I think you have got the wrong door," I continued, feigning confusion.

 "You must be looking for someone else. Why are you disturbing us so early?"

Then a suited man stepped forward. "Mrs. Matteo, Mr. Lorenzo has requested our escort to your father's apartment."

My eyes narrowed. "What's going on?"

The man's expression remained impassive. "Your father will explain everything, ma'am."

Then Camila grasped my arm, her eyes wide with alarm.

"Let's get ready," I whispered to her, my mind racing with possibilities.

As we followed the suits, I couldn't shake the feeling that our lives were about to take a drastic turn.

I shut the door now staring at Camila still in shock, 

"Wow! This is so fast!…" she whispered and I glared at her.

"Like I mean so fast I have fucking clients coming to the office today I would've come with you," she tried changing the topic.

"Are you kidding me, you need to come with me now, I am so confused and frustrated. The wedding is taking place tomorrow and he didn't even tell me anything about it."

"So?" she retorted wanting to run away, I smirked and grabbed her hands immediately. 

"Let's go together!" I pleaded and my eyes bulged out.

"What! NO"

"Please I am not scared of him at the same time I need prevention, so please go with me to make things easier for us all."

She exhaled sharply and then she nodded her head, I smiled and quickly went to have my bath and dressed up.

*******

As we stepped out of the car, Camila's reassuring grip on my hand tightened. We strutted toward my dad's mansion, flanked by suited men who bowed slightly as we passed.

It's been a while since I have been here, we don't have a good relationship so I don't bother coming here.

Inside, Lorenzo sat regally in a chair, with Pietro standing beside him. My father's face twisted in disdain the moment I stepped in.

"You nonsense girl! What is all this about?" he yelled, and I snorted. He didn't fail to show that he is my father.

Then Lorenzo smiled warmly, rising from his seat. "Let's not fight," he continued, approaching my father.

 "After all, I am getting married to her and making her a bride in a  church, with you and your wife as witnesses, in front of God."

My father's face reddened. "I am not accepting this sham marriage! Emilio is your husband and will always be!" Father insisted.

Lorenzo's smile never wavered as he glanced my way. "We divorced two days ago. I expect you to understand."

My father's voice escalated. "Never! You think I will bless this shit?"

Lorenzo's eyes glinted, his hand slipping into his jacket. My stepmother and sister shrieked as he pulled a pistol.

Dad's words died on his lips, his eyes wide with alarm. "What are you—"

Lorenzo's cold tone cut him off. "I think you understand the situation."

My stepmother and sister cowered behind my father, while trembling Camila, grip on my hand tightened.

Pietro stepped forward, his eyes locked on Lorenzo. "Sir, perhaps—"

Lorenzo's gaze silenced him.

I stood frozen, fear and sadness warring within me.

While Camila pulled me toward her in shock, "Are you going to accept the marriage proposal now?"

"Honey please do… a… pis… pistol.." My stepmother pressed my dad now with her eyes trailing to where I stood.

"Mr. Matteo, we are going to follow your plans. You should take her," she announced in fear.

"Good," he let out and then snapped his finger, immediately some men walked inside with some gift in their grasp.

My mouth was left ajar as I grasped Camila's hand in shock at what I was looking at.

"What the hell am I looking at?" I muttered.

"Mr. Matteo, what are all these?" Dad asked and then he smirked.

"Well, they are gifts from me for the wedding ceremony, my eyes fluttered in shock at the amount of gifts he had brought.

"Your dress is in there…" he moved closer to me, "I will be waiting for you tomorrow Solo Mia," as he walked out with his men leaving me in a state of shock.

"Wow! You are just like a sly fox!" Livia, my step-sister, let out running to the gift, "I love this!" she murmured and  I shook my head and then they met with that of my dad.

Disappointment flashed through his eyes and I couldn't help but ponder on the reason.

"What? I let go of Emilio for your sweet daughter and also brought home someone more powerful and wealthy," I stated and watched as he clenched his fist tight.

"You bitch!" he growled, storming toward me, "What?"

"You are just like you bitchy mother!"

"Don't call my mother that!" I yelled back at him and I felt a smack on my face making me shift back in shock.

"You are a disgrace to the Alessandro family, after this marriage I don't want to see you anywhere close to me."

"Mr. Alessandro.." Camila called but I grabbed her hand, shaking my head.

 "Thanks for wanting to attend," I let out and carried the box holding my wedding dress.

"See you tomorrow."