Willow get married to the third top Mafia leader that is from Spain. She had her own reasons by agreeing to the marriage. First reason was something that her father, the Russian mafia leader couldn't provide her with. She never expected to fall in love with the mafia leader. Especially the one who is leading the third party. What happens when she start to have target after target after target on her back?
Chapter 1 1
Willow's POV
"You will have to get married to Sean in two months time," that's my stepfather. He literally hates me to the core. Ever since he got married to my mom and I learnt about what he does for living, he has been hell bent to sending me away from here.
"He is the third powerful mafia leader," his daughter, Kimberley said and I smiled at her even though it was not real. I have wished to kill this girl ever since I came to this house. She hates me, I hate her, there is no way forward for me and her.
"And he is looking for a trophy wife," my so called father repeated for the twentieth time. He had been telling me that ever since the man said he wanted a wife.
"Isn't that what every mafia man want?" I asked raising an eyebrow and he scoffed.
"The top ones only. My mafia is the second powerful one so when I looked for a trophy wife, it was normal. Its unusual when a third leader want a trophy wife."
"So my future husband's mafia is the third best?" I asked and he nodded his head.
"I was just telling you so that you could be ready in two months time," he said and I nodded getting up from my chair. I walked to my bedroom and threw myself on the bed.
My name is Willow Giovanna. My father was half Italian and my mother is full American. She only marry for money. As long as she does her hair daily and get nails done weekly, she doesn't care. I am seventeen, almost eighteen. I'll be eighteen next week. On the fourth of March. My mom has forgotten about my birthday. I bet a million bucks on that.
My dad taught me all I need to know in order to survive on my own. Few examples would be assassination, bank fraud, bankruptcy, blackmailing, bribery, contract killing, money laundering, committing murder, police corruption, witness intimidation, witness tampering and many more. My mom doesn't know this though. Dad would spend time with me and teach me all I need to know.
My height is 5'6", my hair colour is ash blonde, I have green eye color like my dad.
Now back to the story,my mom had been married to Steven for maybe a year and half if not two. My dad died three years ago. He was jailed for a murder and got killed while on the inside. I still remembered the last words he said to me before going to jail.
"Stay strong and don't let anyone fuck you up. They do? Decorate their foreheads with a shiny bullet. Remember."
I was there when they threw him inside the police van. I wasn't yelling like other kids would running after the police van and yelling 'bring him back'. He made his bed, he was ought to lay in it.
My birthday is next week. And my marriage is in two months. How perfect. Not.