His iron grip was fastened around my waist and he pinned me on to the wall. "Let go of me!" I gritted. "If I want to right now" he leaned in close, his lips grazing my earlobe. "I can forcefully have my way with you and watch you scream your beautiful melodious tone underneath me" he whispered gravelly. I gasped and tried getting his hands of my waist. "You are my wife after all aren't you?" He teased, his teeth gently nibbling on my skin. I felt a strange heat brewing up inside me and I fought to control it. "Dante let go of me!" I seethed. Slowly, his head ascended from my neck and faced me. He ran a finger along my lips and a devilish smile curled up on his face. * * * * * * Love. Crime. Passion. Strong female lead Alina Fedorov, the vibrant and daring daughter to the Don of the Russian mafia is forcefully put into marriage against her wishes by her father. And her groom is no other than the feared Dante Morelli, the ruthless capo dei capi of the most powerful and dangerous Italian-American mafia. He has his base running all through Europe and America with myriads of capos and underbossess at his beck and call. Running his underworld without a heart, he is quick to do away with any one who goes against his orders and his years of training has him equipped for a dangerous life of crime. But none of that will matter when he meets the impulsive and independent Alina Fedorov. Can love ever blossom between the two especially as Dante craves revenge on Alina for the sins of her father? Or will Alina be able to break down his walls of coldness and have him on his knees for her?
A night in the club
The evening is warm, the summer breeze blowing through the hairs of three young females that push their way into a nearby club.
The club is boisterous, animated and lively.
Dim burundi lights and white foggy smoke set the ambiance of the lively club as the people dance to the rhythm of the music.
"I don't think we should be here" were the words that left the peach lips of the youngest girl, Alina. Her eyes raked the appearance of everyone it could spot in the club.
Her two older sisters, Vanessa and Leila stared at her dumbfounded.
"What?" She shrugged her shoulders at them going over to the bar counter.
"Why are you such a baby? I get you are the youngest but can't you atleast be daring!" Leila yells coming over to meet her at the bar.
"Why must you always be scared?" Vanessa concurs.
"Dad just said..."Alina tries defending herself but is quickly shunned off by her older sisters.
"Daddy's pet. Stop acting like you are the most obedient you know. It will not get you anywhere" Vanessa scoffs before leaving.
Alina stared at her silhouette figure disappear into the club and her eyes narrows back to Leila.
"Leila you understand me don't you? You are the eldest. I'm just trying to..."
"Save it" Leila immedately scowls before leaving Alina to herself.
Alina watches her sisters disperse and a sudden sting of sharp pains brews up within her.
I watch my sisters leave me like always and I suddenly feel a gag haul up to my throat. Why do they always see any thing I do as a threat?
It has just been this way ever since we were little. They don't consider me as a sister and are always quick to throw accusing fingers at me.
Father loves all his children equally and I wasn't trying to proove that I was the most obedient and diligent just for his favour. They are my sisters for God's sake.
What will I gain from putting them in a bad light? My pain has me demanding and I immedately scamper towards the exit.
I ignore my sisters who also ignore my leaving presence as they twirl their bodies around men. The club has a stench of sex and alcohol soaring in the air. I wouldn't be surprised if people were having sex in the bathroom.
Reaching for the glass doors of the club, I mistakenly bump into a tall figure who walks into the club the exact time I reach forward for the door handle.
"Sorry" I mumble past him not wanting to stand and apologise further. I can barely even see his face because of how dim the lightening is in the club.
Rubbing my forehead, I ambled outside when an arm suddenly spurn me around from behind.
My eyes meet with three men of equal muscularity and confusion washes over my face. Grabbing my expression with their bareful stares, they seemed so dangerous. The kind you shouldn't mess with.
"What do you want?" I ask putting up a stoic expression on my face.
"When you apologise, do it properly" one announces, flashing me dagger eyes.
My brows pull together. He wasn't even the one I bumped into so what was his stress?
I could tell he wasn't the one even though I didn't see the face of who I hit but the outfits stood as a distinction.
"You aren't even the one I bumped into" I retorted back.
My irritation sours and my legs are itching to leave the area.
"My boss is" another replies taking a step forward.
I instinctively stagger backwards and stylishly reach for the pepper spray in the pocket of my jacket.
The sun is setting and the horizontal canvas of pink and orange colours which decorated the sky is slowly transforming into starry blue colours. The moon is yet to appear but the stars are already gracing the sky with their presence.
All these features makes the streets dangerous and one can easily be harassed.
I have no clue who these men were and why they were so keen on me not apologising properly to their boss.
"Well tell your boss I said sorry. I mumbled it when I hit him. Does he expect a feast for an apolgy?" I yell the last word out and pivoted immediately.
"He wouldn't be happy with that sort of apology" I heard from behind me. I couldn't make out who said it neither did I care.
"Then to hell with the apology" I cursed before getting into my parked motorbike.
My sisters can find their way home.
* * * * * * *
Seated on to a broad sofa placed in the vip lounge of the club was Dante Morelli. His emerald eyes are stationed on to his capos who walk back into the club.
Skimpy dressed ladies flank themselves around him, hoping to get a response from him while a red haired grinds her lower region onto his crotch but it doesn't seem to get his attention as another thing eats him up.
"Where is she?" He demands.
Tommasso, one of the men replies, "she refused on giving you an apology"
Dante feels himself frothing on the inside. Who did that girl think she is to disrespect him in such a manner?
"Calm down Dante"Petro advises noticing how tensed Dante becomes. He takes a sit facing him.
"You three just let her walk away like that?" Dante tries not to yell but his anger gets the better of him and he pushes the red haired of him.
A screech leaves her red lips but she dare not complain.
"Take this and get out" Dante throws a huge bundle of money at her from an opened brief case.
"You all get out!" He yells throwing extra bundles at the ladies flanked around him and his capos.
Their eyes shone with distate at how rudely he treats them but the sight of cash has them drooling at his feet and they hearken to his command.
"Well you said we shouldn't harm her" Stefano reminds him, taking a scull of the tequila drink placed in front of him.
Dante runs his tattoo hands down his black hair, ruffling it mildly.
"Fuck. You both should have dragged her in here! Does she know who I am?" He venomously spits.
"I doubt---" Petro replies hesitantly. "Did you see her face?" He questions Dante.
A wry smile forms by the corners of his sensual lips. "Ofcourse I did. Though I bet she couldn't see mine properly"
"So what's the plan?" Stefano inquires with a brow hiked.
Dante steals glances at three of his most trusted capos, "The world is a very small place. We will definitely cross paths again and this time I'll make her apologise properly and pay for her rudeness be it the hard way or the easy way"