ONE NIGHTSTAND WITH THE MAFIA KING

ISABELLA

The car pulled up in front of an exquisite mansion, leaving my mouth ajar.

His fucking mansion is built with gold, I glanced at him and watch as he tapped on the phone.

"He might be a businessman, but no businessman his age would acquire the sum of money to build this amazing mansion." 

If he is so fucking rich, why would he drag those people off that land? I thought deeply, my heart searing at the thought of their death.

Her family had decided to put their funeral on hold because they didn't believe it was a natural death.

I also understand them and there is no way I am letting him out of it easily if he is behind it.

"My pistol?" he asked, as his gaze locked on mine.

My brow furrowed seeing him asking about it. "You gave that to me," I replied.

"So where is it?" I gazed at him stunned at his sudden question of the pistol.

"It's in my friend's home," I answered, and stared at me hilariously

"You left a pistol fully loaded with your friend?" he asked, amazed. 

"She is a lawyer trust she wouldn't do anything crazy,"

"That is the fucking reason why you need to have it with you, for you I can't let go of things not her,"  he affirmed.

"What?" I asked, my heart thumping fast, he snickered and alighted from the car.

"Lorenzo!" I called as I quickly alighted with the help of the guards now running after him. He wouldn't do anything crazy to her, right?

"She is my childhood friend, don't you dare hurt her! I will go get it tomorrow," but he kept walking fast.

"Lorenzo!" I yelled and this made him halt his steps. I noticed how the guards were all tense at the mention of his name but I don't care if he asked me to call him that since I am his wife now. I ran in front of him to see him standing uninterested.

"I will hunt you down if you dare touch my friend," I warned as I breathed hard.

"You love your friend so much," he whispered, I moved closer to him to hit him when suddenly his men pulled out their pistols and pointed at me.

My eyes widened as I almost lost my breath, "Down!" he growled, but they didn't move still pointing it at me

"I said fucking put it down! She is my woman!" This time they calmly put it down.

"We are sorry for the misunderstanding ma'am," they all said at once and I hit the ground still in shock.

"Yo… why… Why are there so many guns in your apartment?" he smirked and squatted to my level.

"Why do you think so? You are a prosecutor yourself," he let out now caressing my face.

I wanted to slap his hands off but I didn't want to lose my life, one move and these men would fire.

I want to live to put this man in jail. "You look weak," he muttered and lifted me from the ground, knowing he might have another pistol and I didn't trust him enough. I shook my head and stood on my own.

"Stay away from me," I let out, he shrugged his shoulders and then walked inside leaving me on my own.

"Son of a gun!" I grumbled under my breath, "Careful with the kind of words you use here," I heard an unfamiliar voice by my side, making me startled.

"Wh.. Who are you?" my heart was pounding. How didn't I know when he got beside me?

"His chef, Lucio, it's nice to meet you, ma'am," he introduced politely. I can tell he is way younger than me.

"How is a young boy working in this mansion filled with pistols," I murmured and then I heard him snicker.

"If he has your trust, he won't arm you, I am his man now so he would protect me at any cost," he replied, and only then did I notice that he heard me.

I let out a small smile, and then Marcello walked toward us. "Lucio, it's surprising to see you chatting with one of his women,"

Lucio stared at him and snorted, "She is the first responsible woman brought in by an uncle," I glanced at him shocked.

"Un… Uncle?"

"Yeah," he let out and Marcello grabbed him by his ears, "Go cook and get away from here," he warned as he pushed him away.

"I will be back," he teased running inside, my gaze met with Marcello and then he gestured for me to go inside the mansion.

I stormed into the mansion, my eyes scanning the opulent interior.

 The living room was a grand, high-ceilinged space with walls adorned in a rich, dark wood paneling. 

The floors were made of polished, black marble, and the air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke sticks and expensive leather.

My gaze fell upon Lorenzo, who was sitting on a plush, black leather sofa, blowing out smoke from his cigar.

The girl from his office was draped all over him, rubbing herself against him like a cat in heat. 

Lorenzo's expression was impassive, his eyes fixed on some point across the room as he allowed her to continue her affectionate display.

I felt a surge of irritation at the sight, and for a moment, I forgot myself. What was wrong with me? I didn't care about Lorenzo or his antics. I regained my composure, my eyes narrowing as I turned to Marcello.

"I will take you to your room?" Marcello reminded me, his tone neutral.

I glanced at him, taking in the cold, imposing atmosphere of the mansion. It was clear that only a handful of people lived here, and the air was thick with the scent of power and privilege. 

Marcello's expression was unreadable, his eyes cast in their usual neutral gaze. He didn't seem to notice or care about Lorenzo's behavior.

I scoffed, strutting up the stairs. The staircase was a grand, sweeping affair, with ornate ironwork and plush, black carpeting. 

The walls were adorned with expensive-looking artwork, and the air was thick with the scent of old money.

As we reached the top of the stairs, Marcello turned to me. "You only got married to him because you want the position, so don't be mad," he said, I didn't miss the annoyance in his voice.

Marcello smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You know I hate you, more than I loathe Lorenzo..." 

He paused, his smile growing wider. "It's the first time I have seen someone hate me more than him. I feel honored." he retorted.

I rolled my eyes, tagging along with him until the clinging was out of sight.

"This will be your room from henceforth, don't you dare step foot in his room if you don't want to see the end of the day," he stated as we got to the front of a door, I looked back to see another door and then glanced at him.

"It's his room, it will be opposite yours so he can watch you," 

"You.." I stopped talking, feeling some weird presence but I couldn't pinpoint what it was.

Then he pulls out a file from his pocket, I watch how he opens the document and then hands it to me with a pen.

"Sign it," he let out and I glared at him, "Sign what? I am a prosecutor and we don't sign before reading."

He smirked at this, "You want it the calm way or…" he moved closer to me as I shifted back with my back hitting the door.

"Or the rough way?"

"I… I don't care," I whispered and just then I heard footsteps marching toward me, and before I could blink about ten men surrounded me with pistols.

"I am not Lorenzo who has a soft heart for you, I will fire you at once." my heart pangs in fear.

"I… I… I… Will signed it," I  mumbled in fear and then he gestured for them to drop the pistol.

"But I can't.." he snapped his finger and then a man sprinted toward me. My eyes almost bulged out its socket until he knelt in front of me giving me his back to sign.

"You can do so now," he stated and I gulped down nervously.

With my hands trembling I retrieved it from him and signed whatever document he had just handed to me, without reading.