Page 13 of Forced to Marry into a Mafia Family
“Oh, fuck you, Phillipe,” Ciara replied.
“You wish. I know Snow’s coked-out ass probably couldn’t get his dick to stand long enough for you to sit on it,” Buddha’s jabs at Ciara were relentless. It was safe to say she was not one of his favorite people.
“Abbastanza!(Enough),” Tomasso slapped his hand on the table, causing me to jump out of my skin.
“Vincent dear, I kindly ask that if you can’t control your wife and her choice of conversation at the family table. I suggest she eats with the pigs next time,” Victoria spoke to her son, who clearly was ignoring everyone by the way he kept his head bent as he ate.
“Victoria, you’re so one-sided. Did you not hear what Phillipe said to me?” Ciara attempted to defend herself. I began eating my breakfast because this meal clearly came with a show.
“Ciara!” Snow barked at his wife, finally deciding to join the conversation. Ciara huffed loudly, accepting defeat and shut her mouth.
“What did I tell you? This family is dysfunctional,” Sofia said, giving me a tight smile. “That’s why my son eats breakfast with the chef. He’s the only sane person in this house,” sheadded with a shrug of her shoulders. I remained quiet because, really, what was I going to say anyway?
“Jesus, it’s like I’m having breakfast at a daycare,” Tomasso muttered before he began rubbing his forehead. Victoria leaned over and massaged her husband’s shoulder. He turned and lovingly smiled at his wife. Despite all the vile words being thrown left and right by their children. I could tell that their parents were deeply in love. Too bad they made some pretty fucked up sons. I was on the fence about Sofia; I couldn’t assess her just yet. I hadn’t been around her long enough.
“Buddha, a date has been set for your nuptials to Dior. In the next two days, you two will wed. Nothing extravagant, your mother and I will have the ceremony here.” My blood ran cold, and panic set in as I realized that Tomasso was still moving forward with having me used as liability for Lewis’ mistake.
Buddha sighed heavily before he pinched between his eyes. “Are we still on this?” He asked his father, drumming his fingertips on the table top.
“A couple of the men we do business with will also be in attendance. We need this to look legit, so they’ll be comfortable doing business with you in my absence,” Tomasso continued, ignoring his son’s resistance. I chewed my toast slowly as I listened. I can’t just sit here and allow these strange men to dictate my fate. I cleared my throat as I got ready to speak.
“Did Lewis get back to you about the repayment?” I immediately felt Buddha grab my upper thigh. My mouth snapped shut as I felt Tomasso’s hard eyes on me. Leaning in toward me, Buddha pressed his lips against my ear.
“What are my rules?” He asked, his fingers squeezing further into my skin. I bent my head as I stared at his hand on my leg. I gasped softly when he clenched harder.
“I asked you a question, Dior. What rules did I set before we left the house?” I turned to the man whom I wanted very bad things to happen to.
“To shut the fuck up,” I repeated his number one and only rule softly so only he could hear what I said.
“How is your asking a question, shutting the fuck up?” Buddha asked, his expression frigid as he stared at me.
“Is everything alright, Phillipe?” his mother questioned. Buddha finally released my thigh before turning to his mother.
“Yup, I was just asking, Dior, what flavor cake she prefers for our wedding,” I looked down at the fork in my hand and wanted so badly to impale it in Buddha’s eyeballs. Instead, I heaped some eggs on the prongs and shoved them into my mouth.
“Good, you’ll know more of the details later on. Your cousin and uncle should be here any minute. We’ve got work to do…Snow,andiamo, (let’s go).” Tomasso said, picking up his cloth napkin, dapping the corners of his mouth before he turned to his wife. “Amore mio, (my love),” he reached for her hand and kissed it tenderly, making her blush.
“Yes,amore, (love).”
“I’ll see you tonight. It’s time for the men to go hunting,” Victoria giggled at her husband’s words, and then he kissed her. I turned my attention to Buddha as he began to stand along with his brother. I frowned a bit, wondering if I’m to tag along.
“What do I do?” I asked Buddha before he got up to leave. He looked at me, annoyed, and rubbed his forehead before looking over at his father.
“What the fuck do I do with her?” Buddha was really beginning to piss me off, the way he kept categorizing me as some kind of inanimate object.
“Jesus, Buddha, am I always going to have to tell what to do with your woman. Will you need me to be in the bedroomon your wedding night also, son?” Tomasso’s question made both Snow and Ciara laugh. I felt at least two sizes smaller, embarrassed by Tomasso’s words.
“This is exactly why I fuck strippers and escorts. I don’t have time for this shit,” Buddha muttered, scraping the back legs of his chair as he got to his feet.
“Don’t worry about it, Phillipe. She’ll be safe with me,” Victoria interjected. I looked over the table at her, and she smiled warmly at me.
“Whatever, let’s go, Snow,” Buddha made two steps before he abruptly stopped and came back to where I was seated. Bending his tall body so he could speak into my ear, “I trust you’ll be on your best behavior?” he looked straight into my eyes as he awaited my answer. The masculine scent of his cologne once again drifted into my nostrils.
“Yes.”
“Yes, who?” He pushed, glaring coldly at me. His focus dipped to my mouth, and without meaning to, I licked my lips.
“Yes, Buddha. I’ll be on my best behavior,” I told him exactly what he wanted to hear. Even though I’d rather headbutt his ass. The corners of his mouth lifted into a lazy smile, happy that he had me obeying.
