My Mafia Husband

Chapter 2

Angel Jenkins sat in her small apartment, staring blankly at the wall as her father's words echoed in her mind.

"Angel, I'm sorry. I didn't have a choice. You have to marry him."

Marry him? Alessandro Rossi, the notorious mafia boss? Angel felt a shiver run down her spine. She had heard the rumors, the whispers about his ruthless business tactics and his cold demeanor.

But what choice did she have? Her father's debt to Rossi was staggering, and if she didn't agree to this arranged marriage, her family would be ruined. Angel's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. It was her best friend, Sarah.

"Hey, girl, what's going on?" Sarah asked, concern etched on her face.

Angel sighed, feeling a lump form in her throat. "My dad's in trouble, Sarah. He owes the Rossi family a lot of money, and...and I have to marry Alessandro Rossi."

Sarah's eyes widened in shock. "What? Angel, no! You can't marry him! He's...he's a monster!"

Angel shook her head, feeling a sense of resignation wash over her. "I don't have a choice, Sarah. My dad's debt is too big, and if I don't marry Rossi, my family will be destroyed."

Sarah's expression softened, and she pulled Angel into a hug. "I'm so sorry, Angel. I'll be here for you, no matter what."

As Angel hugged her friend back, she felt a sense of determination rise up within her. She would get through this, no matter what. She would marry Alessandro Rossi, and she would make the best of it.

But as she pulled back from Sarah, Angel couldn't shake the feeling that she was walking into a nightmare.

The next day, Angel stood outside the Rossi estate, her heart racing with anxiety. She took a deep breath and stepped inside, where she was greeted by Alex's assistant, Marco.

"Miss Jenkins, welcome," Marco said, his voice polite but firm. "Mr. Rossi is waiting for you."

Angel nodded, feeling a sense of trepidation wash over her. She followed Marco to a lavish office, where Alex sat behind a massive desk. He looked up, his piercing blue eyes narrowing slightly as he took in her appearance. Angel felt a shiver run down her spine as he stood up, his tall, imposing figure dominating the room.

"Angel Jenkins," he said, his deep voice firm. "Welcome to our family."

Angel felt a surge of resentment at his words, but she pushed it aside, determined to make the best of her situation.

"Thank you, Mr. Rossi," she said, her voice polite but cool. Alex's eyes narrowed slightly at her tone, but he said nothing, instead gesturing to a chair in front of his desk.

"Please, sit down, Angel," he said. "We have a lot to discuss."

As Angel sat down, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She was trapped in a situation she didn't want, with a man she didn't know. But as she looked into Alex's eyes, she saw something there that gave her pause. A glimmer of curiosity, perhaps, or even a hint of kindness. It was a fleeting moment, but it gave Angel a spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this arranged marriage wouldn't be as terrible as she thought. But as Alex began to speak, his words dripping with ice and calculation, Angel's hope began to fade.

"We will be married tomorrow, Angel," he said. "And after that, you will be expected to fulfill your duties as my wife."

Angel felt a surge of resentment at his words, but she pushed it aside, determined to make the best of her situation.

"I understand, Mr. Rossi," she said, her voice polite but cool.

Alex's eyes narrowed slightly at her tone, but he said nothing, instead standing up and gesturing to the door.

"I believe that's all for now, Angel," he said. "Marco will show you to your room. We will be married tomorrow at 10 am."

As Angel stood up and followed Marco out of the office, she couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. She was walking into a nightmare, and she had no idea how she would escape. But as she looked back at Alex, she saw something in his eyes that gave her pause. A glimmer of curiosity, perhaps, or even a hint of kindness. It was a fleeting moment, but it gave Angel a spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this arranged marriage wouldn't be as terrible as she thought. But as she walked away from Alex, Angel couldn't shake the feeling that she was walking into a trap, one that she might not be able to escape.

Angel’s POV

I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. I was dressed in a beautiful white wedding gown, my hair styled perfectly, and my makeup done flawlessly. But despite my external beauty, I felt a sense of emptiness inside. I was about to marry a man I didn't know, a man who was only marrying me because of a debt my father owed him.

As I thought about my situation, I felt a sense of resentment towards my father. Why had he gotten himself into this situation? Why had he put me in this position? But as I looked at myself in the mirror, I knew I couldn't change the past. All I could do was move forward and make the best of my situation. With a deep breath, I turned away from the mirror and walked out of the room. I was met by Marco, Alex's assistant, who escorted me to the wedding ceremony. As we walked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of fear. I was about to marry a man who was rumored to be ruthless and cold-blooded. What would my life be like with him? The ceremony was being held in a beautiful garden, surrounded by lush greenery and vibrant flowers.

As I walked down the aisle, I saw Alex waiting for me. He was dressed in a tailored black tuxedo, his eyes fixed intently on me.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as our eyes met. I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking, what he was feeling. As we exchanged our vows, I felt a sense of finality wash over me. I was now Mrs. Alessandro Rossi, the wife of a powerful mafia boss.

As we were pronounced husband and wife, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. It was done. I had married Alex, and now I just had to make the best of it. As we walked out of the ceremony, I was greeted by a sea of faces. There were Alex's associates, his friends, and his family members. I felt overwhelmed by the sheer number of people. But as I looked around, my eyes met those of Alex's stepmother, Isabella. Isabella's eyes were cold and calculating, and I could sense the hatred emanating from her. I felt a shiver run down my spine as Isabella's eyes seemed to bore into my soul. I knew that I had to be careful around her, that I had to watch my back. As the reception began, I found myself surrounded by people. I was congratulated and wished well, but I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of my stomach. I was married to a man I didn't know, a man who was rumored to be ruthless and cold-blooded. What would my life be like with him? As the night wore on, I found myself feeling more and more overwhelmed. I was trapped in a situation I didn't want, with a man I didn't know. But as I looked around the room, I saw something that gave me pause. Alex was watching me, his eyes narrowed slightly as he seemed to study me. I was scared, I don’t know what he was thinking looking at me like that and that made me more scared for my life. As the night wore on, I found myself feeling more and more comfortable. I was starting to relax, to enjoy myself. But as I looked around the room, I saw something that made my blood run cold. Isabella was watching me, her eyes filled with a venomous hatred. I felt a shiver run down my spine as Isabella's eyes seemed to bore into my soul. I knew that I had to be careful around her, that I had to watch my back. As the reception came to a close, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally.

As I turned to leave, Alex caught my arm, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at me.

"Not so fast wifey, We need to talk," he said, his voice low and husky.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I looked up at him. What did he want to talk about?

As I followed him out of the reception hall, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for me.