Mafia’s Obsession

Decision

Sasha West's P.O.V:

It's been a week since we met Damon Knight, and preparations for the wedding are at its height, but none seemed engrossed in it heart fully. They did not even try conversing about the happenings, yet had to answer every single person inquiring on the details of this impending nuptial.

Dad being one among the affluent, well knew the upper crust of the United States. Not minutes after the news regarding my big day to the king of underworld broke, his cell rang ceaselessly. Few called to show concern, while few spoke to taunt at his youngest daughter whoring around with the young mafia.

I still remember the day when they came back home from their business trip, only to find their world turn upside down, where their daughters appeared defunct. Elle was carelessly sprawled on the couch, weeping as if there is no tomorrow and I sat stumped with head gazing the ceiling, silently wishing all this to be a dreadful dream I would soon wake up from.

"What happened kids?" Asked my dad worried at seeing us look lost, and dead.

Darting from her seat, Elle jammed mom in her arms, hiccuping as she tried to control her sobs, "Mom! I am sorry, it is all my fault. I cannot live with this guilt my entire life, please help us, I plead you."

Taken aback at my sister's outburst, mom patted her head assuring her, while she locked gaze with mine, silently inquiring me although her question was meant for my sister, "What's wrong El?"

Elle refused to leave mom, while her tears rolled down continually. I wanted to put forth my dreads, but I didn't want my sister to go into a state of frenzy. So I tried to smile and assure them, it was nothing serious. But my dad knew me too well, even my slightest expressions were his mirror to my soul.

Hugging me lovingly, he asked me as calm as possible. The warmth in his words, and the love in his arms couldn't help but claw at my nightmares.

Facing him and clutching his shirt in a death grip, I bawled choking on my tears, "I don't want to marry him, please dad save me. I will die if I am forced into this. I cannot live with a criminal."

Patting my head soothingly, dad gasped unable to understand a word I uttered, "What are you talking about Sash? Whose marriage? Which criminal are you implying on?"

Mom stiffened, as she pushed Elle harshly and asked glaring at her, "What have you done this time, Elle?"

Unable to gather the strength within to look into mom's stern complaining orbs, Elle spoke staring at the floor and gripping hands to her sides as she whimpered, "I planned a sneak out to Dare Horn Club, though Sasha was reluctant, it was me who didn't heed to her resistance. Now, Damon Knight wants to wed Sasha, he proposed her and warned to burn everyone she loved, if she went against him. He even tried to kill me, just because she told him she hated and would never marry a criminal like him. I am sorr.."

A loud sound resonated in the mansion. Appalled, I looked straight at my mom to see her turning red as her hand landed again on Elle's cheek.

"Mom stop!" I rushed quickly to Elle's side and hugged her as she collapsed wailing harder.

"How dare you push your sister into something as cynical as this? You are the elder one Elle, and yet every single time it is Sasha who bares the brunt of your misdeeds. But today, I will not let this slide away like every other. If you wished to live like this, being a spoilt brat, it is you who should f*****g get into the demon's den, not her. If someone should get slaughtered for their stupidities, it is you, not her."

"Mom, I am sorry. I never wanted this for her, you know I love her so much."

"No! You do not Elle. If you did, we wouldn't have been in this situation at all. Wasn't it your duty to save your younger sister from danger? And what did you do instead, you pushed her into one horrific menacing bastard's life. How does this justify your love towards her?"

I could see Elle loosing her sanity, it was on the verge of splintering. She had already been blaming herself for this, and mom's words were only increasing her pain. I can't see her like this, her shoulders slumped, head glaring the dark wood, irises lost into oblivion, she looked exactly like a girl tired of life.

"Mom, enough! Whatever happened was our fault together, you cannot wrap the entire blame around her."

"What did you do Elle? How can you push both of you into trouble? How do you plan on bringing your sister out of the mess, you selfishly dragged her in?" Yelled dad, waiving off his hard exterior.

He did not want to believe the information he just heard, he did not want to loose his favorite daughter to the demon, every human feared.

"Dad! Please, what is wrong with you two? It isn't entirely Elle's fault. If I did not encourage her in the first place, the plan never would have been implemented. So how is that her fault? I was as excited as she was, only because she was the one to say it first, does not mean she is at fault." 

"No Sasha, Elle is the elder one and she should have been more responsible. And this isn't the first time she put herself but you along in danger. Years passed yet she remains the rebellious one, slaughtering you in everything she carelessly plunged"

"No dad, this time it is not Elle's fault, she did not force me. I did go with my own co..." Before I could complete my sentence, the doorbell rang loudly numbing our ears, destroying our heated conversation further.

"Who could it be at this time of the hour?" Asked mom, slowly moving towards the door as she wiped her tears.

"Good morning Mrs. West" The voice that made my skin crawl, made its way to my ears.

I could feel Elle stiffen in my arms, her tears and choking increased at the fear of the person standing at our door. No, he cannot enter into my home like that and demolish our peace. No, I do not want to marry him, no please go away.

I hate you, go away!

"Hello Love! Good morning to you too" Smirked the devil, as he made his way inside the house without waiting to be invited.

Could he get any more shameless than this?

"Good morning Mr. Knight" Quickly recovering from the shock my dad smiled softly while he got up from the couch as a means of respect for the king and wished. Not wanting to irk the mafia's mood by not returning his greetings.

"Morning Mr West! I assume, you are already aware of the reason for my sudden visit." Though his words were directed at my dad, his unwavering gaze was locked with mine. There was a hint of softness and warmth in them unlike the cold vacant stare in the club.

"I know! But I humbly request you, that she is too young to get married Mr Knight" Dad tried pursuing the devil comfortably sitting cross legged on the couch, my dad just vacated.

"Don't worry about that. When she is old enough to enter my adult club, then why not my life? Don't you think there is a point in what I am conveying, Mr. West?" He asked, throwing a taunt my way.

"I understand! Well, it is her grave mistake to visit your club when she isn't supposed to, but please this is a much bigger punishment for what she has done. She is a kid, please forgive her sir!"

"Did I just hear you meaning to say, marrying me is a punishment, Mr. West? Is this what you are implying on?" He growled sending a sickening shrill down my spine, and I could feel Elle pushing herself more into me. Involuntarily my hands tightened around her, assuring of my vigilance in her safety.

"No sir! Not at all, that is definitely not what I meant. I was just saying, she is too young to get married and carry the responsibility of a family on her shoulders."

"So the marriage will be after a month, and do not worry Mr West, she will grow into a fine and strong woman by my side." With that he walked away, but his tone had a finality to it, meaning not to go against it for one's own safety.

Thus sealing my fate with his, forever!

He walked away, just like that. How could he do that, he didn't ask me whether I was okay with this early marriage. At-least I expected him to take my consent, regarding the date of the important happening of our life. But no, he did not feel it necessary to consider my opinion.

Alas! How did I even forget, this is Damon Knight we are talking about, he does only what he likes. It doesn't matter to him, whether for others it is will or force.

Now the infamous wedding of the king of underworld is in three weeks. It is all over the media and newspapers. How the sadistic lord is marrying a very beautiful woman belonging to one of the wealthiest families of United States, 'The Wests'.

In-fact I am sure, every woman out there is happy and relieved for never falling prey to the beast ever again. And why wouldn't they even be, after all this man is a chauvinistic asshole.

But what about me, how will I tolerate this man for a lifetime?

How will I cope up with his dictatorship?

How will I be able to deal with his attitude?

How will I accept his advances, when I feel snakes crawling on my body at his single touch?

Oh really?

But the previous day, I heard a different tale.

Something on the lines of, gelling core and growing s****l tensions, at the mastery of his touch!

Slapping my conscience to its rightful place, I decided to save myself from the demon I recently encountered. I cannot let this happen, I do not want to marry him.

How can I marry a criminal, whose life's purpose is to kill and seek power?

No I have to bargain with him on this soon.

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The minute I thought of dealing with my problem, I found myself standing in front of his office the next. Only to convey loud and clear, my lack of interest in marrying him, no matter what the consequences are.

But thinking is easier than doing.

It's been half an hour since I am standing outside, but not finding courage to go and talk, fearing the scene from the club would replay again, only this time worse than the last, destroying everyone I love.

But no I cannot let him dictate my life, he might be a dictator for the whole world, but I am not going to dance to his tunes. I am a person with a free will, and I will not let him snatch my identity, just because of his stupid fantasies. I should talk to him about it, maybe I could convince in a calm and cool way, try to make him understand I am not suitable for him.

Is this naivety or stupidity?

Rolling eyes at my conscience, I walked into his office, that looked no less than royalty and I couldn't stop myself from gaping at it.

The place had high ceilings with a huge crystal chandelier decorated at the center, large and broad black sheer curtains hung with little silver guns leaking red drops from its front enclosed in a circle, placed with a few centimetres distance from the other, all over the length of the curtains.

The circle in which the shining gun was placed looked like a symbol, as the same looked huge and intimidating with red words written around it which said, 'Welcome to the Knight's World', behind the beautiful receptionist's desk.

Behind those dark and gorgeous curtains stood the glass walls, that gave a much richer and classier look to the building both inside out.

Why does anyone need such a beautiful place for doing bad s**t?

How can anyone kill, smuggle, kidnap and what not in something that looked too heavenly and loose their classiness to paint their office with it?

I was too busy in my little dream world, when I heard the beautiful receptionist speak in a concerned tone confused at seeing someone like me in a place that only spoke cruelty,

"Who are you? What are you doing here? Don't you know, this place is off limits for a woman like you?"

"Yes I am aware, yet I wish to meet Damon Knight. Please!" She snorted whilst gaping at me, as if I was an alien standing in front of her and feasting on a live human.

"Wish granted Love"

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