Summer
He didn’t deny it. Not about the mistress part and neither about drugging me. I didn’t know how that made me feel. The soothing haze of alcohol was fading quickly as we drove back to his house. He had said that I knew about mafia marriages. And I knew it. I had learned how the mafia marriages were. A business arrangement, in which women have no say and are ruled by men. It was the reason my father had packed everything and decided to run away. He hadn’t wanted his daughter with a mafia boss. And I hadn’t wanted the tyrant king as my master.
My eyes went to his hands, I could still feel his fingers digging into my cheeks. Would he force me? What if he forces me? Wedding night. The thought sent shock waves of revulsion through me. Did he know I was a virgin? I had told him the first
