Chained To The Mafia

Chapter 4: Meeting the one

Gabi's P.O.V

The sudden sound of footsteps approaching us was making my heart beat erratically. 

I looked up and my eyes widened, as I saw the most gorgeous man I've ever set on eyes before, standing at the top of the staircase.

Our eyes met for a spilt second and I swear I could feel sparks. He smirked as he caught me staring at him so I quickly averted my eyes and continued to stare at the ground, whilst I could hear him walk down the stairs. 

Two bare feet came into my view and my eyes slowly travelled up taking in his entire appearance. 

He was shirtless, which showed off his chiselled abs and rock hard pecks. His pants were hanging dangerously low on his waist and his sharp v-line made me want to... wait a minute no. 

What am I doing? I'm basically objectifying my fiancé right now. This is wrong. Stop Gabi. 

I managed to tear my eyes away from him chest and looked up at his face. s**t. I'm in deep trouble. His face looks even better than his abs. 

He had a slight five o'clock shadow which just made him look so sexy and a sharp jaw line, which looked like it was carved by angels. His eyes were dark and piercing which made me either want to run and hide, or jump on him and let him take me here and now. 

His eyebrows were little messy, yet at the same time they look perfectly shaped and I noticed that he had a slight cut in the left one, that looked incredibly sexy. 

His nose was straight, with the exception of a little dent on the bridge, which I'm guessing he got in a fight or something. His hair was messy  and tousled and the colour was similar to mine, but it looked two shades lighter.

His lips were red and slightly parted giving me a peek at his tongue which I definitely wanted in my mouth.

"Uh hum." The sound made me come back to reality and I looked at Damon was staring at me like I was weird and then Ryder who was trying to hold back his laughter. 

I immediately looked away as I felt a blush rising on my cheeks. 

"Anyway, Ryder this is Gabrielle Jackson. She's going to be your wife." A dark look came over Ryder, as Damon mentioned the word wife, which I have to admit made me a little scared.

"Father. I thought we discussed this earlier. I said I don't want you to set me up with anyone, never mind arrange my marriage." He shouted loudly, which took me aback. His accent wasn't as thick as Damon's but you could definitely tell he's a New Yorker.

"Ryder, you will do what I say and to be honest I couldn't care less about what you want. You will marry her. This marriage will bring a lot of benefits to our mafia and you are not going to screw this up, like you screw up everything. Do you understand." Damon warmed and I shifted, feeling a little uncomfortable. 

I felt like I was watching a child get told off by his father. 

The look on Ryder's face morphed into sadness and he looked down. "Yes." He whispered.

"Yes what?" Damon seethed.

"Yes, sir." I was definitely right about them not having a good relationship. I don't think I've met anyone who has addressed their dad as sir before.

Damon nodded in satisfaction and was about to speak again when someone beat him to it. 

"Ryder. You left me all by myself." A nasally voice screeched. I had to stop myself from putting my hands over my ears to block it out, that's how bad it a was. 

I looked up to see some blonde bimbo standing at the top of the stairs with only a thin bed sheet covering her naked body. Lipstick was smeared across her face and mascara was clumped underneath her eyes. 

"Destiny, just go back to bed okay." Ryder said politely, which was a huge contrast to when he was ranting earlier, and Destiny? 

Seriously, what kind of f*****g name is that?

She gave him a huge cheesy smile, showing all her teeth and batted her eyelashes. 

"Only if you promise to hurry up. It's getting very cold and lonely without you." She pouted and that's when it hit me. 

I took in his appearance again. Messy hair, shirtless, bare feet, the belt around his pants was only half way done showing that he clearly was in a rush to put them on. 

They slept together. Ugh! He slept with that w***e. Why does that hurt more than it should?

"Destiny go now." He emphasised each word and I have to admit it was kind of fun watching the grin on her face fall. 

"Okay." She said sheepishly and then walked away but not before giving me a look that, I'm sure she thought looked threatening. 

"Ryder, you couldn't have just had one night of not having s*x with one of your f*****g sluts!" One of his sluts. How many does he have? Oh god! I hope he's not a s*x addict. I've not even had s*x once, I can't get married to s*x addict.

"Father, it's good that Destiny was over. I mean, we wouldn't want to go our guest a false impression of what to expect. This is a common occurrence and she should know that this is what she will see every day, every night. One woman is not enough to satisfy me. Even if they try their hardest." The last part was aimed at me and he even gave me a wink to let me know. 

I can't believe he's going to cheat on me. I guess knowing is better than not knowing. Wait. Is it? It doesn't matter, at least he doesn't expect me to sleep with him. 

Maybe this means that I can relationships with other men too. Our marriage could be strictly on paper and I could fall in love with someone else. Have a life with them even. 

No, that would never work. I want marriage and children, all with the love of my life. 

"Ryder you will not.." Damon started to say but he was swiftly cut off by Ryder.

"Will not what? Cheat on my fiancé or wife. Why not? You did. In fact you did even when you had children with her, you did even when she loved you, even when she begged you not too? Face it father. Us Romano men are exactly the same. We can't be satisfied with only one woman. You know what they say, like father like son."

"Enough!" Damon screamed so loud that the chandelier on the ceiling started to move slightly.

"You will get married to Gabrielle and you will not hurt her. Understand. If you care about this gang, even a little bit, you will marry her!" Damon said, before storming out of the room. Ryder whispered a few curse words and then looked at me. 

"What?" He spat out. 

"Uh... nothing." I stuttered. Wow. Those are the first thing I choose to say. Not something clever or witty or funny. Just nothing. 

He scoffed, before turning on his heel and walking up the stairs. I looked around but there was no-one in sight. Great. I'm alone. 

Suddenly a woman comes rushing in with a cloth in her hand. "Oh you must be the wife. I'm Nana Marie. Designed cook and cleaner. I'm guessing that the boys had an argument and left you by yourself, so I'll take you to your room." She seemed so friendly and motherly. I was glad that there was at least one kind person in this house. 

Her hair was a mixture between black and grey and she only had a few wrinkles on her face although she still looked rather young. 

I'm guessing that she's in her fifties, or earlier sixties and she definitely seems to know a lot about Ryder as she babbling on about him the whole walk there. 

She stopped when we reached a set of white doors and reached into her pocket to pull out a set of old fashioned keys. She unlocked the door and then we both walked in.

"So, I'll leave you to get settled in and sleep. Just find me if you need anything and I'll see you tomorrow morning. Sweet dreams." I just nodded aimlessly as I was still in awe of the how beautiful the room was. 

There was a large king sized bed with white sheets and grey duvet on top. There were what looked like fifty pillows, all assembled at the top of the bed and then a shaggy white rug underneath the bed and top of a cream carpet. 

There was a nightstand on either side of the bed, a chair in the two corners near the door and then tv as facing the bed as well. 

The closet was big, not as big as mine but a moderate size and my suitcase had already been placed at the bottom. 

There was another door next to the closet, which was bathroom. There was a marble sink next to the toilet and then a huge bath, but what was most interesting was the shower. 

There didn't seem to be any buttons so I don't know how I'm supposed to put the water on. 

I dragged my suitcase out from the closet and then pulled it onto the bed. I put all my clothes away, with the exception of my favourite pjs of course, and then quickly changed. 

My pjs were velvet and dark pink. The top has a plunging v-neck, but it didn't really matter since no-one would see me and the shorts basically cover my ass.

Yes, I'm dressed like a slut but who cares? I dress to impress moulded no-one else, plus they make me feel like I'm at home. 

I turned around to pick up my dirt clothes, when the doors suddenly burst open. I jumped at the loud noise and then quickly spun around. 

Ryder was standing there, dressed exactly the same as before might I add, breathing quite heavily. He started to look me up and down and then smirked, before stalking over to me. 

He pushed me into the bed and then climbed on top of me. I froze not knowing what to do and watched as he stared at me like I'm his prey. 

One hand was stroking my hip, whilst the other hand my hands pinned down over my head. 

"You even dress like one. I should have known that my father would bring a w***e, gold-digging, b***h back to be my wife. That is his taste after all. I'm not even surprised if you f****d him just to score some extra brownie points." I could feel tears began to form in my eyes. 

Every word he said was like a tiny dagger in my heart. I can't believe he thinks that I would do something as disgusting as sleep with his father. 

"We might as well get this over with now. If you're good then we can probably f**k a couple more times, but if your bad I can go back to f*****g other girls. It's a win win situation. For me." He gave me a sick smile and I turned my head away from him, so he wouldn't have the satisfaction of seeing me cry. 

He moved his face so close to mine that I could feel his hot breath on my cheek. He pressed a kiss on my cheek and then started to kiss my neck. 

He kept sucking in the same spot and I knew that he was trying to create a hickey, probably trying to mark me as his. His hand slipped under my shirt and slowly grazed my skin under my bare boob.

I really wish I wore a bra. 

His thumb brushed over my n****e and even though it shouldn't, pleasure racked through my body. I never been touched by a boy before and here I am getting groped unwillingly by my fiancé. 

His hand moved from touching my breast, down to my shorts. His middle finger slid underneath the waistband of my shorts and he slowly move his finger back and forth along my waist line. 

The moment his finger touched my panties my heart stopped. 

God, was this it? This is how I'm going to lose my virginity. By being r***d my fiancé. 

No! No f*****g way am I being taken down without a fight. 

I started to squirm and beg for him to stop but he ignored every word I said. I started to scream out, for someone, anyone to help me. 

Maybe Nana Marie would hear and help me. 

"Please, I'm begging you. Please, don't do this. Please." He ignored it all, even the tears streaming down my cheeks.

"I'm virgin!" I screamed out and he froze. His kisses stopped and his fingers stopped groping and touching me. 

Hope. That's what I felt in this moment. 

He climbed off my shaking body and walked out, without a word or even a glance. I quickly got off the bed and slammed the doors shut. I stumbled back over to the bed and then curled up underneath the covers. 

I tried to sleep but I could still feel his hands all over me. Eventually my tiredness took over and my eyes finally shut.