Airella POV.
I didn't want to live like a slave in a marriage the way my mother has been living since she got married to my father. I didn't want that..
I have never thought i will marry for love or someone of my choice
But I have been expecting I will marry someone my own age who is open minded and won't want to live in the past the way the people in the past lived.
But instead I got given to someone two decades older than me. It wasn't just anybody it was Luca Russo the mafia king himself. Everyone worst's nightmares.
Everyone was scared of him. Including my father. I'm going to be recognized as Mrs Russo in a week's time. The thought of that made me sick..
I sat up on my bed the moment I heard a key turn in my keyhole with my heat Pounding in my chest a part of me thought it was my father that thought sent a fear
sliding down my spine. It was currently past ten in the night and I don't know who it might be. The cracked open and I felt the breath nervously holding in my throat whoosh out a relief sigh seeing my brother standing at the doorway with a proud smile on his face.
Come in fast and shut the door I urged and he quickly got inside and locked the door before turning my key until it locked back..
Did you just pick my locks? I asked once he got to my bedside. He just shrugged and sat on the bed with me and wavering a tiny nail in my face.
New skill unlocked yes I did. He gushed and I cracked a small smile at his proud expression.
When did you learn that? I thought you not going to start training till next year i asked because he was only fifteen and training for boys in the mafia doesn't start until sixteenth
I figured it out myself. I have been trying it on my door for awhile now until I perfected the skill how cool is it? He gushed again and I just shrugged because picking locks is not something people are supposed to be proud of. But it was something huge for the boys in the mafia because they would be needing all the sly skill they could learn. And for someone to master it on their own is something good because you are supposed to need some to train you.
That's really great. I'm proud of you, I said to my brother. He smiles shyly as his dimple peaking out cutely that's one of the features we have as siblings
I brought you a few snacks since father ordered food not to be brought to you so you could reflect on your disrespect he said while rolling his eyes.. and dug out the said snacks from his pocket..before pushing them into my hands.. I grabbed his wrist and asked won't you get in trouble for this Vincent I asked warily my stomach picked that moment to growl loudly and I flushed red when he gave me a sidelong look.. I picked one of the cookies and tore it open. Before pressing it into my hand again.
I took another bite of the cookie, the sweetness momentarily distracting me from the turmoil brewing inside. "Thank you, Vincent," I said, my voice a little softer now.
Vincent smiled and patted me on the back, a gesture that was comforting coming from my little brother. I couldn't help but wonder how he'd grown up so fast. At fifteen, he was already acting like a big brother, when I was fifteen I was still trying to navigate my own emotions.
As I pondered this, Vincent asked, "How do you feel about getting married?"