4. Please, understand
2115 Words
I'm lying in my bed, thinking about all the stuff that has happened and all the stuff that's supposed to happen in the near future. Because in a few months, I'm getting married. I know it's weird, especially since it's an arranged marriage between our family and some other mob's family.
Which era are we living in, the middle age? What kind of freaky inbred hillbilly s**t is this?! Apparently, this is the only way to maintain the peace and safety in the city, how can I say no? My mind wanders back to the conversation I had with my father...
*FLASHBACK*
My father has asked me to meet him in his office for some kind of significant discussion. I'm dreading whatever this conversation is going to force me to do; I can feel that it has something to do with me. Don't ask me how I know, I just do.
He's sitting in his office chair and gives me an uncertain smile when he sees me. Why is he acting like this? The usual strong and confident Ivan Novak is suddenly gone and replaced by an insecure man who looks like he wants to be elsewhere.
"Good day, tigrice! Have you been sleeping well?" he asks and I know that he's stalling.
"Father, out with it. I can see your face clearly from here, and you have something important to tell me, otherwise you wouldn't have asked me to come," I answer confidently.
"Nothing gets past you, does it?" he says with a chuckle before he returns to the matter at hand. "How much do you know about our world?"
"Far from enough," I answer and sit down in the armchair in front of the desk.
"I thought that was the case," he says with a sigh and rubs his face. "There's chaos just around the corner in the city, and we need to stop the war before it breaks out."
"What does that mean exactly?"
"I have enemies, hell, WE have enemies. In the business world, everything is about making the most money and has the most respect. At the moment, that's us, but it can change drastically." he says and stroll towards the window. "That's where you come in."
"Me? What can I do about it?"
"I made a deal with another mob boss's father many years ago," he says and turns to me. "Before he died, we made an agreement. If his son refused to cooperate with us because of my reputation, an arranged marriage would be used in order for us to maintain the peace in the city. Unfortunately, you're my only child, and I know that I'm asking you for a lot right now... But I don't know what else to do."
"What! Are you insane? I won't marry someone I don't know just to please you!" I roar with anger.
"You're going to marry him, either you want to or not! This is not something we can control, Wendy! Isn't the security for your children the most important thing for you?" he asks with a sad look.
Of course, it is! But how am I going to be able to accept an arranged marriage with a person just to keep the peace in the city? Is it worth it to give up my own happiness in order to save others? I don't like this, but at the same time, what choice do I have?
"What is expected of me?" I ask with a sigh in a defeated tone.
*FLASHBACK ENDED*
It's still hard for me to grasp what he said, and frankly, I have no idea how an arranged marriage is going to make all the problems go away. I've talked to my children about it, and even though they aren't happy about it, they also understand somewhat.
Of course, I haven't told them everything! They're still kids, and shouldn't know about what cruelty is spreading in the world; they're simply too young to understand everything. I don't want to do this, but I seriously have no choice; my children's lives are at stake.
I guess that you can't control everything in this world, and apparently not who you end up marrying... That thought makes me sad, and tears prickle my eyes. But seriously, what can I do? I don't have any solution to the problem, and if I don't have that, then I have nothing to oppose this with.
I don't have time to think about it more right now though, my phone is vibrating from an incoming call. Damien's name blinks at the screen, and I'm having a battle between answering or declining. In the end I answer and are about to tell him to go to hell.
"Wendy, we need to talk. Please, can we meet in the park by my building?" his voice says sternly.
"Let me guess, you have your brothers and my ex best friend with you?" I ask sarcastically.
"We just want to talk, please, I'm begging you!"
"Fine, you get ten minutes."
I hang up the phone and walk out of my bedroom with my keys in my hand. Caleb got back a few hours ago, and he was in good spirits. So it can't be about him. Maybe Damien wants to change the weeks or something? I pick up my phone and set up the perfect image before I start the car.
My mind continues to wander between different possibilities on my drive to the park. I'm dressed casually in a white crop top and skinny jeans with a pair of black pumps. My hair is naturally wavy and flows down beneath my round ass. With my sunglasses on, I park the car and climb out of it.
The brothers and Adrien are waiting as expected by the ice cream kiosk Caleb told me about. I walk confidentially towards them, and a lot of men are watching me. These shoes make my ass and boobs bounce a little, which makes me interesting to the opposite s*x without me even trying.
"I'm here, what do you want?" I say when I stand before them with my arms crossed over my chest.
Damien and Brody are watching me hungrily, don't judge Brody though; he's the only one of them except that egocentric ass beside him who's straight. I sigh from the lack of response and snap my fingers in front of him, annoyed by the reaction.
"Hello? Out with it, I need to get back to the kids," I say and looks as frustrated as possible.
"Why haven't you told us that you're getting married?" Damien asks with sadness.
"Why haven't you told me that YOU are getting married?" I ask.
He looks scared. Apparently, he didn't think that I knew about his affairs. He might still think he's in love with me, and wants to be with me, but it's a false picture of what's going on. Don't let him fool you with his sweet talk, I know everything about him and this woman.
"How long have you known?" he asks defeated.
"Since the beginning, wasn't it you guys that said that you never would lie to me again? But surprise surprise, here we are again!" I say with an eye roll.
"I didn't mean to-"
"No, you never mean to lie and blah blah blah. Still, you continue to do it. Yes, I'm getting married in six months and there's nothing you can do about it."
"How can you allow this to happen? Of all people, I didn't think you would be the one to accept an arranged marriage," he says with slightly disappointment.
"WHO THE f**k ARE YOU TO TELL ME WHAT I CAN AND CAN'T DO?!" I roar at him, which makes them all flinch. "Do you seriously I would allow this if there was another way around it, huh? Read my lips. I. Don't. Have. Any. Other. Choice!"
"Have you even met this guy?"
I hesitate to tell him the truth, but decide to ignore that thought. They've all lied to me, so why should I be honest with what I know? I massage my temples slowly in small circles, and do my best not to jump him right there and smack him.
"Yes, I have."
"And?"
"He's kind of a d**k, but he's handsome and kind when he wants to," I answer honestly.
"Who is this guy?"
"I can't tell you, he's one of my dad's business competitors."
"So, he is selling his only daughter to save his business?" Damien says in disgust, and that does it.
I pick up his hand gun, that I know is placed in his waist band. Discretely, I put it under his jacket and point it at his heart with a psycho smile on my face. All of them are watching me with fright. That's right, I'm not the innocent little girl anymore. You have no idea what I've been doing since you disappeared.
"Say that again, if you dare," I say in a sickly sweet tone.
"Okay, that was the wrong words to use. I take it back."
"I thought so," I answer and put the gun back where I found it.
"Holy s**t! You don't even know how hot you are right now," Damien says in some kind of haze.
"Well, once all of this so called 'hotness' would have been yours. But one of us f****d that up, didn't we?" I ask and look at his ashamed expression.
"What do your dad gain from this marriage?"
"Peace."
"And what does the other man want in return?"
"Me," I answer with confidence and my answer annoys him.
"Why would that guy want you?"
"Oh, now you're calling me repulsive?"
"No! I just-"
I love to f**k with his mind, this is only a small part of my revenge. He f****d with my mind until I broke. I pick up my phone and send a message before putting my phone back. Damien's about to start talking again when my 'husband' walks up to me.
"Hi, baby!" he says and kiss me on the lips, which I respond to.
"Hi, love. This is Jaxon, Brody, Adrien and Damien," I say and point at them.
"Nice to meet you! My name is Trent, Wendy's fiancé," he says and smiles big.
Damien is looking at Trent with big eyes, not knowing how to respond nor react. I wouldn't know either. Trent threads his fingers with mine and smile down at me. He hugs me closely and are a complete gentleman towards the obvious assholes.
"Honey, I don't want to interrupt your chat, but you asked me to meet you here for our date," Trent says and looks me in the eyes.
"Yes, of course. It was nice talking to all of you," I say sarcastically and turn away from them.
Me and Trent climb into my car. I drive away a couple of blocks before I reach into my bag and pull out a pile of money. Trent smiles at me, and count the money he got. If you haven't understood yet, Trent is a dear friend of mine, an actor. I paid him to make us look like the perfect couple.
"Nice doing business with you darling!" he says in his natural tone and climbs out of the car again.
Trent is gay, and is not interested in me at all. I did this to hurt Damien back, and I understand that you might think that it's cruel or childish, so be it. He hurt me, and I'm going to hurt him back with everything I have. Because I know something he don't, and I'm going to use it against him any way possible.
A/N:
Hello everyone!
I'm not going to update tomorrow, because it's my 23:d birthday and will be out of town. I hope that all of you understand and don't disappear because of this. On another note, what did you think? Did the flashback give you a clearer picture about things? Let me know!
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