Unaccidental Mafia Bride

Three years before our red-stringed couple physically met, Primrose Barlos walked into an exclusive 7-star hotel.

"Name."

"Primrose Barlos."

The terrifying goon grunted, and began to walk away. She followed, walking the marbled floors confidently like she owned the place.

Pulling the fur coat her best friend Aurora had lent her tightly around her body, she hoped she hid her fears well. Because, in truth, she was not at all confident.

This was all an act.

She was a simple, nervous young woman who did not belong in places like these.

An alien sight in this scene of sharp-teethed grandeur, out of place even in her silk dress, and power colored pair of Louboutin that should cost her and her mother's combined monthly income.

The whole outfit was Aurora's, who had been kind enough to lend it to her.

"If you are going to demean yourself, you should at least look dignified when you first enter the place." She had said. "It will discourage too much disrespect from them."

Aurora had also told her to walk in confidently, chin up. There was no need to be scared of anyone there if she was going to fck their boss.

The goon stopped before another goon with a scar on his face.

"You?" He looked at her from head to toe.

"Yes."

"This way, please." The man led the way up an open staircase, while his colleague walked away.

Prim followed him, reminding herself why she was here. The thought motivated her.

She was here so her mother could have the heart surgery and not die.

She reminded herself this again and again to prevent her running back down the stairs and out of this building.

"Please." The man with a scarred face gestured towards a door he pulled open. He moved to the side so she could go in.

"The boss is waiting," he said.

Prim managed to maintain her composure, although coming to meet with a dangerous mafia leader scared the hell out of her.

I am doing this for mamita, she muttered again and again under her breath.

This was it.

She could not turn back now.

She nodded at the man with the scarred face and finally walked in.

The hotel room was as large as two apartments in her community. And she suspected even the bedside lamps here could fund her mother's surgery.

"Keep your purse on the dresser and come stand here." She heard a deep voice say from the large bed in the room.

She was not close enough to see him, but she obeyed anyway.

She dropped her house keys and purse on the dresser, adjusting them in a way she could grab for them if she ever had to run out of this place.

She was completely unaware though that a tiny button-camera attached to the purse's clasp had revved to life on the purse's impact with the table, and began taking in everything.

She exhaled, and confidently went to stand before the huge bed.

"Take the coat off." The voice commanded.

She could see him now. He was not old and ugly as she thought. He looked fit, big and strong.

She began to quickly shrug Aurora's fur coat off.

"No!" The man yelled, startling her. "Take it off slowly."

She blinked, her throat beginning to itch with tears as she obeyed his command.

She slowly slipped the coat off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor as she had seen women do in movies.

"Walk to the door and back."

Prim did as she was told, all the while consoling herself that this sacrifice would be worth it.

She heard the man inhale sharply. "You have a stunning body."

Prim swallowed, should she take that as a compliment?

"You realize I asked for a virgin?" The mafia boss asked.

Prim nodded. That was why the money was so huge. The darkweb post had said the man would pay a huge sum for the experience of sleeping with a virgin. The money was enough to pay for her mother's heart surgery two times over.

"Good. Age?"

"Twenty-one." Prim responded.

"Dance for me." The man pressed a remote control button. Slow, sensual music filled the room.

Prim hesitated.

She thought the man would just get on with it, and they would be done.

All these demands.

How much longer could she stand this before her conscience won?

She slowly began to sway her hips from side to side, pushing her hair back and caressing her body seductively.

"Keep your eyes on mine," He was crawling towards the edge of the bed now.

His eyes were dark and reminded Prim of a cobra.

She stopped, suddenly feeling unsafe. She had to get out of here.

"Take your dress off slowly. Don't stop dancing."

She hooked her fingers into the strap of her dress, a purple, delicate silk dress.

The strap slipped off, but the dress clung to her hips, leaving just her breasts exposed.

To take the dress off completely she would have to tug a little.

At that moment, she decided she would not do this.

As the man reached out to touch her, she stepped back.

He frowned.

Her eyes darted to her purse. She hoped these high heels didn't fail her.

She grabbed her coat off the floor, and ran for her purse.

The man reacted quickly.

He lunged and grabbed her, his nails scratching her skin.

"Get off me, you pig!" She screamed in fright.

The man clenched his fist, and swung hard on her chin.

The force of the blow crushed her bottom lip between her teeth, making her bleed.

She staggered, but her hand had finally closed around her house keys on the dresser.

She reached behind, and scratched the man deeply across his eyelids.

He screamed and his grip around her loosened, but when she tried to get away, she still couldn't.

"You are so going to regret this." He painfully fisted her hair while he attempting to open his bleeding eyes.

Prim thought quickly as the man pulled her to the bed.

If she did not get out of here now, it'd be over. This ferocious pig would practically maul her.

She did not struggle, but kept her eyes pinned on the bedside lamp.

She grasped it as soon as she was within its reach.

She held her breath as she swung back hard against the big man's head.

For a whole minute, the room was silent.

The man's hands fell off her, and then she heard a loud thud behind her.

Prim froze, relief and shock gripping her at the same time.

Had she killed him?

She nervously turned around.

And her hand flew to her mouth, managing to stifle her scream just in time.

There was a deep cut on the man's head that was bleeding out onto the white rug.

She began to back away in shock.

Had she killed him? Oh Prim, you'd look terrible in an orange jail suit.

She spun round, startled, when her back hit a wall.

She grabbed her purse and coat. Still practically half dressed, she ran out the door.

Jerking the door open, she ran right into the scarred-faced man standing there.

He froze.

She did not give him a moment to recover from his shock before she bolted.

ANDREA

Andrea wheeled her cart to the door.

"Room service." She said quietly as she raised her hand to knock, but paused. She frowned, looking around.

This was weird. Why were none of those terrifying guards standing here?

All the times she had come up to this suite in the past. At least one person stood outside the door.

She turned back to the door and her frown deepened as she noticed it was slightly ajar.

She looked around again. The hallway was completely empty. With a shrug, she raised her hand again to knock, but yet again, she stopped.

She drew close to the door, and peered in through the little crack.

She gasped.

The guest was lying on the floor, the surrounding rug bloodied.

That guard with an angry scar on his face was peering into the man's face. Then he did something that made Andrea's blood run cold.

He picked a glass from the shatter on the floor, and took it to his master's throat.

Andrea stepped back, nearly knocking her cart over. She instinctively knew she should never have seen what she just did.

She did not know who these people who suddenly lodged in their hotel were. But she knew they were dangerous.

She grabbed her cart and ran.

EGAN

Egan hesitated at the final stairs landing.

Even then, he had the feeling that he should have gone to the airport directly. But he could hardly resist this pull to see his old man one last time.

Despite not exactly liking the man, he felt guilty about leaving without a proper farewell now that he was certain he was leaving for good and would never see the man till he died.

He sunk his hands in his pocket and resumed walking up the stairs, the building completely quiet the way only a hotel can be. His feet skidded to a halt again.

His father was smart. What if he guessed he was running off for good?

Egan did not hesitate to turn away this time. This was madness, and was definitely not worth the risk.

He had taken less than five steps when he felt someone running down behind him. Unbothered, he did not turn.

As they ran past him, he saw it was a disheveled red-haired woman, shrugging on a thick fur coat. She moved so quickly she was really just a blur of hair and fur.

His mouth twisted in distaste. There was something about messy women that made his stomach turn. What was so urgent that she couldn't dress properly before stepping out?

An hour later, he was close to the airstairs of his private jet when a guard appeared, barring his way.

Thoroughly irritated at this point, he barked, "Are you insane?"

"I apologize, Sovereign." The man gave a deep bow. "But you cannot leave anymore."

All Egan's fury evaporated. "What did you just call me?"

The guard gave another bow but said nothing more, just as his phone started to vibrate in his pants pocket. He pulled it out and with horror saw Riccardo displayed on his screen.

"Captain?" Egan breathed with dread.

"The Sovereign is dead. Murdered by a d*mn wh*r*. Please head home. The family has begun to arrive.

The world went still, all his senses powering off.

And then his world shifted, everything that should be familiar suddenly felt too much.

The wind was too strong out there on the tarmac, the air too cold, seeping into his shirt till he had goosebumps spread across his skin.

His heart beats too loud, and even the night felt too bloody dark.

He stared unseeingly into this darkness. He had been so close, so d*mn close. If he had not made that stop at the hotel he should have been in the skies this very moment.

With a deep bellow that startled everyone around him he turned away from the jet. They cast sad gazes to the floor, mistaking his reaction for grief.

This wh*r*, this bloody wh*r* had just ruined his life. Her single act had just rewritten his fate and plunged him permanently into a life of mafia politics.

He bellowed again, the coal in his chest beginning to burn brighter as he stared into the endless darkness stretched out before him. Somebody had to pay for this.

He would kill her.

PRIMROSE

"Julian's mother is such a.." Mia's voice trailed off at the sight of her daughter.

Prim stood smiling as the stylist fluffed her wedding dress and veil behind her. Her mother slowly walked into the bridal suite, closing the door behind her.

"Oh mijita." She said in Spanish, walking forward as a tear ran down her cheek.

"No, Mamita. Please don't cry." Prim stretched her arms out, and mother fell into a warm embrace.

"I never thought I would see this day. Mi pequeña niña is a bride." Her mother swayed left to right, rocking her in their embrace.

Prim smiled at the sound of her mother referring to her as her little girl. She did not mind.

Her mother stepped back to look at her. "You are like an angel, mi amor."

Prim felt her cheeks redden. She felt pretty too. She had never felt more beautiful.

Aurora stepped close and hugged her from behind. "I agree with you, Ms Mia." She said to Prim's mother. "Our Primrose has embodied