Obsessed

One year ago Damien The meeting is getting on my nerves. I and ready to shoot the damn Enrico for challenging me but I can't disrespect Don Andrean Brianchi, our host. I've only returned from a summer in Italy, learning my roots when my father mentioned retiring. For the past month, I've been learning, so today is my first big meeting with these men. I have to remain strong and yet levelheaded and not the young punk they think I am. "The Grassos are creating problems in the Armani's clubs. we need to do something about it."Denali family head exclaims. A knock at the door sends Don Bianchi's hand up to silence us. "Come in." A Raven-haired beauty peaks her head through the door. she is wearing a black hoodie and blue jeans. her long hair is tied in a neat braid. Her eyes looked into mine as if she could see my soul. I bring my attention away from her cherry-red lips and see her form. Although she is wearing an oversized hoodie I want to bundle her up and hide her from everyone else. Everything about her calls to me. I know I am obsessed and I will make her mine. She serves Don Bianchi coffee and other servers serve us. The servers leave, closing the door behind them, stealing my malyshka from my sight. A low growl exits my chest, hating whoever stole her from my presence. I have to know who she is, and I will find out. "Gentlemen, you must forgive me. I must have a word with the young Mr. Petrov." I c**k my brow up at him and realize that he'd been staring at me the entire time. His guards and mine follow us out of the room and to his study, tensions high. As soon as we're inside, he turns our men and says, "None of you will be needed. This is a private conversation." He sends his men first, so I nod to mine to follow. He runs his fingers through his hair before he presses his finger into my chest. "I'm gonna be frank about this. She's too f*****g young for you." "When you say young...how young?"I need to know more about my malyshka. "Francesca is seventeen" Francesca? What a beautiful name. "She's a decade younger than you. I don't know what your intentions are or anything, but she's my little principessa. So, even though we break laws for a living, it's not one I'm willing to let anyone cross." He's right about her being too young for me; that's for sure. "I'll wait for her," I insist. There's no doubt in my mind about it. "Wait for her?" He sits on the edge of his desk, crossing his arms. I don't know if he's trying to create an imposing presence or just taking in what I'm saying, but the man isn't gonna scare me away. "Yes. You didn't say she couldn't marry me." "You're saying you want to marry my daughter?" he reiterates as if I can be any clearer on the matter. "Yes. You said she was too young for me but not that I don't deserve her. I will give her time till she turns 21 to live her life without knowing of the deal. But once she turns 21, she will be mine, my wife."I inform him. It takes him maybe thirty seconds before he sighs and stands. "Here are the rules, and I want you to understand that under no uncertain terms are they to be broken." He tips his head and stares at me with his brows scrunched waiting for me to agree to hear them out. I nod and cross my arms. "Okay. Let's hear them." Clearing his throat he says, "One, you don't speak to her at all. Two, you don't f**k around on my little girl. If you can't keep it in your pants for the next 4 years, then the deal's off. I'm not giving my blessing to a piece of s**t looking for a piece of property." I nod as he speaks because the first one is for the best, even though I can see that, and the second wasn't even a thought in my head. "Is that it?" I ask. "You act like that's not enough." "I have conditions as well. The first one you tossed out is difficult. Still, the temptation will be too great to ignore, so I will easily adhere to it, but that doesn't mean I can't see her from a distance. I'll keep an eye on her always. That's my condition to the first one." "And the second one?" "The second's easy. I'm still a virgin. It's not something I'd like everyone to know, but we have standards in my family, and dicking hoes is against the rules. And my father believes any woman that's not my wife doesn't belong in my bed." "Those are good rules to live by. Still, you do realize that we don't need to speak on this until she's older. Maybe in a couple of years when you've had time to decide if she's the woman for you." "No. I'm set on it. There is no way around it. Aria will be my wife one day. I knew the second she looked at me that she'd be the one." No one will separate my malyshka from me, not even her father. "Just so we're clear—I have your blessing?" I'm not leaving here without that reassurance. I don't hedge bets. I follow through with everything, making sure there's no f*****g hiccups. "You do, and will, if you hold up your end." "Good, then. I will make it clear to all of the families that Francesca Bianchi is my wife, and no deal or arrangement will be made to stop it or we'll go to war." "You are one determined man," he chuckles. We shake hands, sealing our verbal contract. We exit his study and walk back to the meeting room with our men following behind us. I refuse to look for my bride, making sure to hold up my end of the bargain. Tomorrow, I'll make sure eyes are on her at all times, reporting back to me when I can't observe her myself. As we enter the room, Don Bianchi takes his seat at the head of the table and says, "Mr. Petrov would like to make a statement." I nod and clear my throat. "I'm going to be very clear, so there's no mistaking me or the words coming out of my mouth. Francesca Bianchi will be my wife in four years. There will be no offers for her hand by anyone in any family. No deals, no sneaking in to try to take my malyshka. Am I clear?" They all sit around the table, awed into silence. As my father's second-in-command, I'm filling in for him today and am not the Don just yet, but I refuse to be looked on as weak by any of these men. "Well, gentleman, do we have an understanding?" "Four years? You might change your mind by then." "You will learn that I don't change my mind on anything. I've been given Don Bianchi's blessing under the guise that she remains unaware of the attachment. So, should anyone speak of it before it's time, I will cut your tongue out personally. Do we understand each other, gentleman?" A round of nods and agreements goes around the room, earning me a smile from Bianchi himself. We continue the meeting without another interruption. Keeping the peace and keeping the cops out of our hair is the biggest priority for our families, so we do our best not to step on each other's toes. As I take my leave, I steel myself for walking away from my queen, but it's a must. Tomorrow, I will take in her beauty even from a distance.