Spellbound by the Mafia King

mmon. My parents were arranged to marry, and they've been together ever since

alian girls but she's in the mafia. What would she even be like? Would our marriage be entirely loveless like my parents

n mafia. How could that be? Women are weak and too emotional. She would be the destruction of the mafia. I chuckled at

was quite irresponsible on his part. Still, I would have thought he w

ost dominant in the world. Now, at twenty-five, I live a lifestyle that involves drinking, drugs, and women. My mafia duti

d. I didn't even know her name. I didn't even care. If I'm getting married, I may as well

ed. He eyed me with a bored look. Fuck, why would I care? It's not like I chose this woman; it's

ecause he was free to choose whomever he wanted to marry and I wasn't. The fuck would my parents even agre

r a second, she looked petrified upon seeing Kendrick standing by the door. Sh

and left the room in just her underwear. I groaned as I lay tangled in my bedsheets. The deep yellow glo

time, but he was a decent man. He was repulsed with the way women threw themselves at me, and I let them. How I used them for my benefit and pleasure. That's all I knew since Father did

ked as he eyed my messy bed, the corners of his lips twitching into a grimac

sers. "I'm a likeable person. Anyone would let me in." He smiled softly. That was indeed true; his personali

istening to him drone on and on about being a good husband. I to

five floors and had everything I could possibly want and need. The luxury of being a powerful mafia boss. I worked

very subtle Italian accent. I stopped running and looked towards my best friend and loyal guard

ht find that you like her." He sighed. Perhaps he knew something I didn't. I shook my head as I drank from a water bottle, the water cooling m

. Perhaps I could settle down. But it would take one hell of a woman to convi

ssly. My punches were controlled and accurate, as I imagined breaking someo

stiffen. Fuck me. "Who let them in?" I scowled as I flexed my hands. "Your bro

neck and forehead. I made my way towards the living room, not caring for the state I was in

e sat on the white sofa, her legs crossed and her back straight as a pole. Father smoked a

od up and sat back down as she decided against embracing me. I doubt she would want to ruin her dress with

arms. Fuck, I was irritated. I couldn't spend the day alone

were feeling. You know about the whole marriage thing." Mother smiled, her blush pink lips pulled tight. "You know how I feel?" I scoffed, fe

r growled deeply, his fingers gripping his cigar tighter. "So you will shut the fuck up and do as you're told. I didn't raise a

t I do not want it, father." He gulped and wiped his lips of alcohol with the ba

is ears right now. "If you do not marry the girl, you will take over Kendrick. Or so God help me, I will pers

er sip of his drink. He held back his tongue because he knew it was pointless. I ha

d. "Very well," I answered, agreeing to it. Father cra

fee table and gestured to Rodney with my hand. He handed me a cigarette, which I lit up using h

om across the room. It's not his fault; my life was written

e. I had a hunger for power, and that woman had power. I wonder if maybe one day I could slit

nd me. I was beyond agitated. Fuck, I did not want this. Fuck fuck. But