Married to the Gangster (COMPLETED)

Josiah

Everyone was shocked the moment Eunice walked out.

I smirked to myself. It seems like she’s not a goody-two shoes like every other elite girl is. She’s spoiled, well, that’s a given if your family owns a huge pharmaceutical group of companies.

“I’m sorry,” Mrs. Lee stood up and tried to follow her daughter.

Mom was already trying to console Mr. Lee who seemed sad and disappointed.

Huh? Well, they should have thought about their daughter’s reaction first before agreeing to this.

I shot a glare to my father and already saw him looking at me.

“Josiah, this is needed by the company,” his voice was not pleading, instead, it sounded like a presidential order.

I clenched my jaw and glared at him even more. How can he talk to me like that? How can he talk like that after the daughter of his business partner has already given her answer?

I stood up with fists balled. “I’m not going to be your puppet, this time.” I stated before storming out of the restaurant.

I immediately went to my car in the parking lot. “The worst bullshit of the century,” I muttered under my breath as I slid into the driver’s seat.

I connected my phone on my Bluetooth and called Sage.

“Yo, dude! What’s up?” He answered after the fourth ring.

“Where are you?” I asked as I maneuvered out of the parking lot. “Are you in HQ?”

There were loud noises in the background so he’s either in the HQ with the gang or in a club, trying to please himself with some ladies.

“HQ,” he replied. “We’re having a drinking session. Are you coming?”

I exhaled. “Yeah, I might need a drink.”

“Why?”

I sighed. “I’ll tell you when I come over. Be there in ten,” I said before cutting the line off.

~*~

“You mean your parents have set you up to marry someone?” Sage asked as we downed ourselves with our fifth case of beer.

I nodded and gulped down half of the beer I had left in the bottle. I’m pissed—no, way beyond pissed. I’m angry. And I can’t even understand why my parents would ask me to do this.

“Then, what about your girlfriend?” Stan asked.

I shrugged as I leaned on the back rest of the couch. “I’m not breaking up with her, Stan.”

I’m not blind. These people are my friends since time immemorial. We all share the same childhood because we all grew up together. Like me, they are also sons of the different owners of huge companies in South Korea.

And I also know that they are not in favor of Hannah for me. But who gives a damn? I don’t.

They are not the ones dating Hannah. What matters is that I love her and I want to be with her no matter what everyone thinks.

“But you have to,” Charles chimed. “You’re getting hitched, dude,” he laughed.

I glared at him before throwing him one of the empty beer bottles. “I am not getting hitched,” I cleared. “I am not getting married with that woman!”

My friends all cooed and started to tease me.

“Why? Did she throw herself at you the moment she saw you?” Bradley asked curiously.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “No.”

They all nodded like they all understood what I just said.

Dorian nudged Sage. “He doesn’t like her because she’s not his type,” he said and both of them snickered.

I glared at the two but they kept laughing. “It’s not that! She’s not really my type!”

Charles laughed. “Well…your type is someone who would always lose in a gang fight, so I must agree with you. That woman is not your type,” he shrugged as he opened another bottle of beer.

I clenched my fist as his comment. I really hate it when they think so low of Hannah just because she doesn’t always win in a gang battle. So what? It doesn’t matter if she doesn’t win, that’s how it is.

“What’s her name?” Stan asked.

I looked at him with narrowed eyes. “Why are you asking?”

He shrugged.

Sage laughed. “Come on,” he said as he took his phone from his pocket. “Need to see how ugly this girl is,” he unlocked his phone and opened his f*******: app.

I raised my brow. “I never said she’s ugly.”

They all looked at me.

“She’s not ugly?!” Bradley asked in excitement.

“Come on, Jos! What’s her name?” Charles beamed as he was holding his phone too.

“Eunice Lee,” I finally answered so they would all shut the hell up.

Dorian furrowed his brows. “Eunice Lee?” He asked.

“You know her?”

He nodded. “Isn’t she the girl Riley was talking to last time?”

Sage looked at Dorian. “You mean the woman who turned down Riley?”

Dorian nodded.

Sage and the rest looked at me with disbelief in their faces. “Are you seriously turning this marriage down?”

“Of course! I have a girlfriend, asshole,” I replied as I downed another bottle.

“Are you serious?” Stan asked. “Eunice Lee is the Queen of Pharmacy Department!”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Queen of…what?”

They all rolled their eyes at me.

Well, they should know that I don’t really care about all those school shenanigans. I don’t really give a damn about the titles they have for everyone.

“I can’t believe you!” Bradley exclaimed. “I’m going to call my mother and tell her to arrange me to the Eunice Lee!”

I sighed and shook my head.

I don’t care.

~*~

“Where have you been last night?”

I was bombarded by my mother’s questions when I got home the next day. Apparently, I got wasted and I didn’t want to risk my life and my license if I try to drink and drive so I just stayed in the HQ.

I rolled my eyes and went straight to my room.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me, Josiah?!” Mom asked as she followed me to my room.

I sighed and looked at her exhausted. “What do you want, Mom? I’m tired.”

She looked at me, angry and frustrated. “I asked your girlfriend to leave your place last night. I asked her where you were but she didn’t tell me.”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “You asked her to leave?” Now, I’m annoyed.

Mom stood there, unfazed by my starting outburst. “I don’t care what you do, or who you date, Josiah,” she started in a serious tone. “But I want you to know how important the merger is for our company.”

I glared at her. “I don’t want to marry her.”

She stared at me with a blank expression. “Well, then, I’m going to have to send your girl away, if that’s your decision.”

“What?!” I asked in disbelief.

Mom smirked. “You marry Eunice or else I’ll throw your girlfriend out of the country,” she told me. “Make your choice now because you know how impatient I could get, son.”

And then, she left.

Fuck!