Married To My Bullys Father

LORENA

It happened on the opening night of Apex.

They were all there, my friends from school, trying to make me happy. Let's do something we would never do tonight. That is how I ended up here. Sofia and Lucie were such good friends. 

I just found out I was getting married a few hours ago. There were at least a hundred women in the club, most of them wearing tight short dresses

"It's my party, my bachelorette party," I clarified.

"Yes, is there a  problem," Lucie yells.

"No, but this is a mafia club," I announced, thinking they weren't aware. 

"We are not twelve Lorena you have to learn to lose yourself to a night of passion, not that loser who drools over your sister" Sofia returns 

So my supposed fiance, Giulio Moravia, worships the ground my elder sister walks on; the family contract states that one of the Calvino daughters has to marry into the Moravia family, but it didn't state which daughter, but, My father placed so much value on my sister; he wasn't going to give her to just anyone. So, of course, I'm the sacrificial lamb. 

A thrill of excitement runs through me. I suddenly feel like I'm being watched, and the feeling persists. 

Sofia shouts " I just saw a cute bartender, let's go take shots."

Immediately we got there she started flirting with him, typical Sofia.

The conversation between us shifts from ex-boyfriends to Lucie talking about her latest crush, some guy she met online;  I tuned it all out.

My eyes move around the club quickly reviewing the random men searching for something or someone.

"I'll be right back," I tell Sophia 

There are a lot of people here. I keep pushing between bodies, trying to get to the restroom.

I relieved myself and came back to join them for a toast. 

To us, we said, as we clink our glasses together, "Today's mafia princesses tomorrow's mafia queens" Sofia added. Alcohol spilling around our glasses. 

We find our way back to the dance floor, swaying our hips and laughing. For the first time in over one  year, I feel lighter

Then I spotted him over at the bar. An extremely hot man, an incredibly hot stranger, and he was coming my way; Sofia and Lucie were already  far away at this point. 

A waiter approaches me on the dance floor  "Miss" he says "the gentleman from that table has sent this for you"

I didn't get a chance to react because a hand reached from behind me and thrust the drink back into the confused waiter's chest.

"She is already spoken for," a deep voice barks above my head.

I take a step towards him and the scent of seduction and citrus and I love the smell of citrus.

 Then he spoke "Ciao" 

That Italian accent was smooth and raspy; God, yes, and I stared.

Hello, I greeted him, appearing smooth and sophisticated. Meanwhile, my heart pounded in my chest. Jesus Christ, this man had to be illegal. He looked way older than I am but he was so hot. 

 "Celebrating," he asked with gentle attention. "By the looks of it, whatever you are celebrating went well.

I was quick to correct "No just a girls' night" I rectified that if this man could take me away with him then I would have something to celebrate.

'Get your act together, Lorie. You don't know who he is,' my subconscious scolded me. 

However, we had some crazy chemistry that I did not need at this point in my life.

At this point, it was official: I was attracted to him as if he were in my mind. His beautiful lips turned into a smile, and I was done for.

"Lorie, we are off to the VIP floor. Are you good here or are you coming?" Lucie yelled.

"Yeah I'll meet you there" l returned.