Infatuation Of Darkness

With tear-stained cheeks, she looked at him, it felt as if life had been sucked out of her tonight. She looked dead as if everything that mattered had been taken away from her. Tired, drained. 

"Does it matter anymore?" She asked looking at him. "Does it matter what my opinion is? Does it hold any significance?! When you are practically pushing me into a corner!" 

"Of course it does. Do you think that I would bring my future wife here to a fucking Brothel? Make her see some men fuck? I have given you a chance to make it better than someone, so think about it and choose wisely. You've seen my face and been to my house, so there's no way out for you." He scoffed at the end as if such himself. 

"You want my answer now?" She asked her chest heaving at the pressure she felt. 

"No," he seemed serious, "I am giving you till dinner to decide. Think fast and think wise. Now come, let's go home." Pulling her back to her feet, he dragged her across the main lounge room and into the car.

'Home? That place is not my home.' She scoffed lightly.

He was on his phone whereas Alexis looked out. Who knew when she would be able to get a chance to be out in the open again. She was going to enjoy this car ride as much as she could. The whole event took an entire night, a whole night of torture for that poor young girl. Yet she couldn't do anything.

Angelo dragged her out again, a firm grip on her arm as if he knew that she could still run away. He made her sit on the dining table and then had a seat himself.

"Have you decided?" He muttered lowly as he looked up to the ceiling. 

"You gave me time till dinner," she reminded him in a soft voice feeling physically drained.

"I did but it seemed that you had decided." Taking his eyes off the roof he looked at her, "have you not?"

"I do want some time.." This was mafia and she had to be practical, no one could change anything. So how could she do anything for that girl when she could not save herself?

Breakfast was served and she ate all that was on her plate. Walking back to her room, she dreamt about good sleep. Pulling off her clothes, she went ahead to shower with water hot enough to soothe her muscles and not burn them. She scrubbed everything belonging to that place off of herself. Taking a silk nightsuit out, she changed into it and sat on the bed.

'How was I supposed to change anything when I can't even protect myself here?' Tears gathered in her eyes, she felt poor of herself as she could not even think about what to do when the girl had asked for help. The hope in her eyes made her feel something for an unknown girl.

'God please help me,' she prayed to look above. By now she had fully covered herself by the blankets and became cosy enough to fall asleep any moment.

*******

Work had been done, files were signed and salaries were given, Angelo now sat in silence enjoying the fire burning in the cold of New York. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand and the bottle on his table. Watching the fire and having silence to listen to, were some of the few things that he didn't get often and when he did, there was no one he could share it with.

Alexis, the woman was qualified to be Donna. She worked for herself, did charity, knowing her money went the right way, she knew the importance of money and had a good taste in fashion; elegance. A woman whom he could imagine coming home to every day.

Throwing back another shot, he stood up and walked out of his office and locking it behind him. He had plans for her, plans to make her powerful both physically and mentally. He wanted her to know how powerful she could be if she was with him.

Taking out his phone, he dialled a number which was picked. "Is it ready?" No beating around the bush, he asked.

"Yes, boss. Awaiting further orders sir."

Hanging up he made his way to the room his future bride was staying in. Opening the door without knocking he looked at her in the bed. Cuddling to the blankets, deep in the sleep. She was adorable but he knew what time it was.

Caressing her forehead, he gently woke her up, feeling to make her feel like a queen. Lightly pinching her cheeks, he kissed her forehead, effectively waking her up.

"W-what?" Her eyes were still half-closed from sleep yet she could swear she saw him smile.

"Wear a robe, I'm waiting outside." He got up and left.

Without having him wait and pissing him off, she went ahead wore a robe and a camisole underneath as well, changed from shorts into pyjamas and wore a robe above it all. Clothes were important, especially while dealing with a psycho. She didn't want him to misinterpret anything. 

She walked out to have him waiting on her. Placing his hand on her back, they made their way to the basement. The door to the stairs was something she had not noticed while she snuck around the house to find an exit. 

"This," he whispered, "is the first time you are entering here and preferably the last. Remember to never come here without me."

Shivers went down her spine because of the coldness he spoke his words with. She was behind him as he led her down the stairs. Either it was her dress or the basement was cold. When the final step was descended, he turned around to look at her.

"My darling bride," she cringed mentally, "I have something that might help you decide. Revenge is a powerful action which some can afford and now you decide what you want."

He left her view to stand aside only for her to step back in fear.