Chapter 2: Taking the Bride
Samantha's POV
"Stop this wedding immediately!" He ordered as he walked closer to Marco and me.
Heaven must not want this wedding to happen as well, but who is that? Realization hits me as he walks closer. An unknown man stormed into my wedding hall angrily, and that made me shocked and scared at the same time.
'Who are they here for?" I mumbled to myself, then his face became visible to us when he got to my front. "Luca Ferrari?!" The crowd gasped as they all looked away, trying to hide from him.
"What? Luca Ferrari? Why is he here?" I shivered as I looked at his figure. His aura was undeniably dark and cold. The once warm and cozy hall became disturbed and cold.
"What a beautiful bride, huh?" He sneered at me, but I couldn't raise my head to meet his gaze, knowing who he was. The man deals with illegal work, but he was never arrested or questioned by legal authorities despite the fact that many knew about him, and the man is none other than Luca Ferrari, the heir of Ferrari's Mafia household, even though he was the youngest.
The rumor has it that he kills for fun, and he never cared about gender. Of course they will hide their faces so they won't get on his bad side. Even though I couldn't afford to look at him, that was our first meeting, and I didn't want to lose my life.
"Raise your head," he ordered with no warmth in his voice, which made it sound like a threat. I raised my head with all the courage in me. Marco beside me was as good as dead as he staggered.
"What do you want?" My voice trembled as my body shivered. "You," he said, and I was puzzled, but before I could even think. What happened next shocked me.
He picked me up on his shoulder without notice. "Please put me down, sir!" I shouted as I looked at my father's directions. "Dad, help me! Dad, he's taking me away—Dad!" I continued screaming, and nobody could stop him.
"What did I do to deserve this, Luca?" Finally my father was able to stand up for me, but he couldn't get close because his men stopped him. "Pay your debt!" Luca replied, and I looked confused as many questions flooded my mind.
Did my father borrow from him? How did they meet? Did they work together in the past? I panicked. "Where are you taking my daughter?!" He fought with his men, but he only ended up getting up.
"Samantha!" Gabriella rushed towards him , but she was stopped by those men. 'My life can't end like this! I didn't want the wedding to happen, but I didn't mean it this way,' I cried. "Put me down, jerk!" I screamed as I hit him angrily, throwing my legs in the air.
"Be a good girl," he warned angrily, but I didn't listen. "Put me down, you bastard!" I continued struggling as the sight before me started fading. "You stupid Mafia, let me go. Call the police," I yelled, and the next thing that happened shocked me.
"Quiet!" He spanked my ass angrily, and that was enough to silence me till he got to the car. "Forgive me for my sins. Please let me go; I will live a good life." I pleaded.
He dropped me down, and immediately I thought of how to escape from that infamous, ruthless Mafia, but he caught my arm immediately. "Don't play smart, kid."
"You monster! Let me go!" I bit his hand, but that was useless because he didn't flinch. Knowing legal authorities cannot stop him, and nobody in that hall was capable of facing him, I became exhausted and decided to follow him quietly.
'Mom, don't let me die. I don't want to die!' I cried as I looked at the sky. The car zoomed out of the hotel, and no one talked as if nothing happened. My father and Gabriella ran after the car, and I couldn't stop crying, but all of a sudden he fainted on the road.
"Dad!" I screamed as I hit the ruthless man beside me. "Please let me go, my dad just fainted. He might die— he is hypertensive!" I kneeled on the car seat but he didn't spare me a glance.
"I will pay his debt, please let me go" I said hurriedly, but I couldn't see my father again because the driver was fast. "You want to pay his debt back?" He raised his head as his cold gaze fell on my body.
"Yes, let me go," I replied with determination. "Are you confident?" He asked coldly. "Yes, I will do anything to pay for it."
"Anything?" His corner lips curled up evilly as he said that. 'What is he thinking?' I shivered.
I didn't make a mistake saying that right?