Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

Rosana looked from Enzo to Carmencita, surprised by his question. “How hard?” She thought. Of course, the slap had been pretty hard, it left a painful ring in her left ear. But it was nothing compared to the two slaps she returned.

“I… I slapped her back on both cheeks”

“How hard?” Enzo asked again. He still wore a soft smile on his face.

“Um… Very hard, I guess”

“Doesn’t sound hard enough for me” He responded and started walking away. Where was he going? Rosana wondered and turned to look at Carne. “Did you tell him, your husband?”

How could she have told him when she didn’t get to see him again after dinner the previous night? He didn’t even join her for breakfast in the morning. Not that she cared. At least she ate her meal in peace.

Before Rosana could utter a word, Carmencita cut in. She suddenly looked troubled and scared. “No, please. That would be the end of her!”

“She should have thought about that when she raised a finger on her Master’s wife, the Donna”

Donna?

Is that what she was? Rosana wondered. That was the first time someone addressed her as that. No one ever mentioned it and she didn’t care. Besides, it wasn’t a title she wanted. She was Rosana, Sergio’s wife and that was all.

“Please, let me talk to her!” Carmencita pleaded and walked over to Enzo. “I believe she will realize her mistake”

“A mistake, huh? Is that what you call it?”

“Please, I am begging you!” Rosana watched Carmencita with curiosity in her eyes. Why was she pleading so hard for the Mistress?

“You know I hate that b#tch!”

“Please…”

Why was she begging so hard? Rosana wondered. It’s not like Sergio was going to do anything about it. She was his Mistress. The woman that gave him pleasures no one else could. He went to her most of the time which meant she was of great importance to him.

He was never going to antagonize her no matter the offense she committed. Even if she carved her face with a knife and made her bleed out, Sergio was never going to hurt her. So why was Carmencita begging so hard? Rosana wondered.

“You do not have to tell anyone” Rosana spoke up from behind and they turned to look at her. “I think I can handle her myself”

Enzo looked at her for some time and nodded in a common-courtesy way. “Alright, My Lady, as you wish”

Carmencita was filled with gratitude. She didn’t know when she scurried over to Rosana and pulled her into a tight hug. Enzo watched them and smiled. But Rosana could see the shadow behind it.

“Thank you so much, Thank you!”

Once Enzo was out of the room, Rosana pulled away from her and asked. “What was that about? Why were you begging him?”

Carmencita inhaled deeply and shook her head. “You do not want to know, My dear.”

“Tell me, I want to know!”

“It is a crime for a Mistress to raise a hand on the Don’s wife. She is not even supposed to look her in the face or walk on the same path as her”

Rosana’s brows drew together. “Whoever said that?”

“It is a rule, My Lady. And if your husband learns about this…” She paused and looked around, just to be sure no one was around. “He will kill her at once!”

“But she is his Mistress…”

“And you are his wife, the Donna”

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“Dinner is ready, My Lady” Viola announced and Rosana nodded absentmindedly. She was standing in front of the window, watching as the men off-loaded a truck. Enzo was with them. He gave orders from time to time and helped with the task.

What was inside those huge cartoons? She wondered.

“My Lady…”

“Yes, Viola,” She answered and turned to look at her. “What is it?”

“Dinner is ready”

“I will be there in a minute”

Viola bowed and walked out of the room while she turned back to face the window. Enzo now stood with Alfonso and they seemed to be having a serious conversation. She could only hear him speaking in the Italian language “… A dead meat. A f*cking dead meat!”

She tried hard to understand what they were talking about but she couldn’t get a thing. Sometimes they whispered to each other and then they’d yell and laugh out loud.

Taking a deep breath, she turned away from the window and prepared herself for dinner. When she was done, she walked out of the room and into the hallway. Silently, she prayed Sergio would be absent once again. She always found it hard to eat whenever he was around.

As Rosana approached one of the rooms, she paused and looked around. That was the room she had seen Sergio and his Mistress on their wedding night. It wasn’t so far from their room so she always heard her screams whenever Sergio was with her.

The door was always shut but this time, it was slightly opened like the first time. Rosana presumed that it had been left open by mistake. Maybe by the maids or the Mistress herself.

Taking a deep breath, she walked closer and peered into the room. The sight she saw in front of her made her wish she never stopped to take a look. She should’ve walked away instead.

On her knees, the Mistress knelt in the room, her body n@ked. Furrowing her brows, she looked closer. Where was Sergio? He wasn’t in sight but she quickly concluded he was in there.

As she kept looking, she felt the hard sting returning to her chest. Why does she feel sick by mere thinking about Sergio and the Mistress? The same lady who claimed to be his addiction, the same lady who slapped her!

As if sensing her presence, the Mistress smirked and turned around to have a look. She had left the door open on purpose, knowing Rosana would head out for dinner soon. Luckily, she succeeded in her plan to get her attention, but that wasn’t even the fun part.

The fun part was that Sergio wasn’t even with her. She hadn’t even laid eyes on him for the past few days, but she made it look as though he was in there with her. And oh, what was that look in Rosana’s eyes? Whatever it was, the Mistress was loving it.

Unable to watch any longer, Rosana turned around and walked away. When she arrived at the dining, she sat down and looked at the numerous dishes lined up on the table. She couldn’t eat because she had lost her appetite.

“Another glass of wine, please!”

“Another glass of wine, huh?” Enzo asked and walked into the dining room. He wore a black t-shirt that exposed his tattooed arms and muscles and a black trouser.

“Yes. I am not hungry”

“You do not look okay” He noted and walked closer to her. “Did any motherf*cker try to hurt you again?”

“N… No.”

“You can tell me if it is my brother. I’ll knock some senses into him but I doubt I’d still be alive before the end of it”

Rosana chuckled lightly and looked at her glass of wine. “I just need some fresh air”

“Then let’s go for it”

*

Outside, the duo walked together, none of them uttering a word. Rosana loved the air and the calm serenity. After months, this was the first time she was stepping outside again.

“Thank you!” It slipped out before she could even process the words.

“For what? We are just outside, My Lady.”

“I have never really known outside. I’m always inside, looking out the window, sleeping, or reading some book.” Enzo knew about that already but he remained quiet, listening attentively. “We only went out for dinner once”

“Do not worry, My Lady. After the introduction, you will be free to go wherever you wish to go”

Rosana paused and turned to look at him. The introduction… What was so special about it? Carmencita had once mentioned it and now, Enzo.

“When will it be?”

“That depends on you, My Lady.” He smiled and looked at her. “There are certain important tests you need to undergo. We need to be sure you are ready for the outside world”

“I am ready!”

“Are you?” He asked and she nodded in response. When he pulled out a gun behind him, she flinched backward, her eyes dilated in shock. “Take it!”

“No! No! Put it away!” She yelled and moved away from him. He chuckled and did as instructed.

“He was right. You are not ready. You cannot even stand the sight of a gun, you cannot wield it”

“I do not want to”

“You must. Do you not know the person you are married to? Do you not know what and Who he is?” He stopped and looked at her. She was already pale and looked scared. “Do not be scared. No one will dare to hurt you”

He was the third person telling her that. Carmencita was the first and Sergio the second. “And what if they do?”

Enzo smirked and looked around. “They know better than to give it a try”