My body began to shake. This was not how my morning suppose to go. Hell, it should have gone with me finally coming to my senses. But I did the unthinkable and tied the knot.
But then, why is he saying all this? I sense a lack of communication. On both sides. Hasn't Shirley explained him much? For that matter, where the hell is she?
My brain refused to decipher the word 'kill', safely tucking it away in the deep, dark container in my mind to be inspected later. If... I'm still alive and out of this mess then.
My tongue peeked out and touched my lips trying to give some saturation to my dry lips. His eyes trailed it with intense care as if inspecting for any errors.
Why is my body reacting to his single glance?
"Please... let me explain. There is some misunderstanding," I lifted my left hand and placed tentatively over his forearm avoiding to think of the flex in his muscles.
"You have one minute to come clear."
He stepped back giving me room to get my head clear.
I launched into how I get into this mess starting from needing green card for an extended visit to applying for different colleges yet not getting accepted and ended with Shirley's mad scheme and me entering that City Hall today.
"And that's how I came to be at that place. Because of the veil I can't even see properly. I just wanted the judge not to doubt us so didn't think much on Shirley's absence," I looked at my folded hands as I unfolded my background.
"Why do you need green card?"
"I..." I could tell about my father but something in me decided to keep it private for now. I don't know him much to indulge on all of my secrets and discussing about my absentee father is a whole set of worms I'm not comfortable opening up to.
"I wanted to finish my education or to get a job. In short, to get settled here like all others. Why else?"
"So, you are saying you married a nameless stranger to get a green card for your further studies. Is that correct?"
His tone didn't change, neither did his voice. Yet I could tell in my veins that I angered him somehow.
"I was only trying to live here"
"Don't you think what you did is illegal Mrs. Salvatore? You could do prison time if someone finds out," his posture didn't as much twitch but I could feel that he is gloating.
Temper, my second cousin, rose quick and swift inside me. How dare he threaten me like one of his minions? My brain is scrambled already with the happenings of today. On top of that, his threat snapped something inside me. As if lit by an invisible fire, my back stood ram rod straight when I said through my clenched teeth,
"First, stop calling me Mrs. Salvatore. It's confusing me. My name is Sam. Call me Sam. Everyone else do. And secondly, are you threatening me Mr. Salvatore? If so, I must remind you; I still remember your confession of your killings. Correct me if I'm wrong but isn't it illegal too?"
I batted my eyelashes for good measure. Take that and smoke on it. A muscle in his jaw ticked frantically.
"You want to play games with me girl?" His voice turned deadly like a blade scraping over a metal, like a calm before the storm.
I gulped loudly. A shiver slithered down my spine. Why am I stirring the hornet's nest?
And then he advanced, his steps large and sure of himself. Before I could bat an eyelash he is on me, caging me on his bed, his arms coming on both sides of me, his legs firmly on the floor. His torso brushed mine, his open coat adding to his cage.
My body pulled inside, trying to burrow myself into the mattress and failing.
"N-no. I... it was meant to be fake," I whispered.
His nostrils flared. He tilted his neck and looked deep into my eyes.
"Is that so? Then what. The. Hell. Are. You. Doing. At. My. Wedding?"
He said each word with difficulty as if he is restraining himself from growling at me.
"I..." it is then my brain decided to catch up.
"Wait a minute!!! What do you mean your wedding? Aren't we supposed to get married today? Aren't you the one Shirley picked?"
My heart pounded in my chest. A lump started to form in my throat.
"Do I look like you as someone who weds for money?" He scoffed.
"N-no"
He looks like someone who rolls in money. Lots of money.
"Does that mean you were really getting married today? As in bride and vows and rings? Of course, you were. That's why you placed the ring on my finger. Shit!!! You married me instead. I mean... I married you. I entered into that hall unknowingly and you didn't get to see me with that thick veil and oh my god... oh my god... what have I done? What have I-"
I gasped for air, my chest moving up and down, my lungs pumping fast to get some air.
"Breath," he commanded, his voice set in stone. His hands gripped over my upper arms as he ordered me to do his bidding.
Surprisingly, my body obeyed it and after a few moments, I was able to breath normally.
The implications of what I have done came totally crashing to me. Crashing; that's the word. I literally crashed someone's wedding and married the groom.
"What... what happened to your bride?"
He cocked his head studying me for god knows what. Did I really think I can read him? He is as blank as a canvas now.
Mixed signals much?
"Why do you care? You ruined her wedding."
I brought my palms into my hands and groaned loudly. I never thought I would ruin someone's life.
"Are you... do you love her?"
His brows came closer as if I produced an indecipherable question before him.
"Again, why do you care?"
"Because I run off with her groom? Or the matter that I kissed you? Well, technically, you kissed me but isn't it like cheating?"
His right eyebrow lifted.
He is enjoying this, that rat.
"You don't love her," I stated confidently.
"Are you a face reader now?"
"No. But I can take a wild guess and say you are not the cuddly type. Perhaps, it has something to do with all those fuzzy feelings coming from you?"
He growled lowly. Literally.
"Oh, shush. I'm not scared," I swatted the air as if chasing away a fly.
"You should be," he threatened lowly.
"Well, if you move away a little, I will pretend to be scared. How about that?"
His lips thinned. So... he didn't like the idea, I suppose.
I tried to wiggle away from his cage, my body shifting downwards.
"Mrs. Salvatore. What are you doing?"
"Can't you see Mr. Salvatore? I'm wiggling my bottom"
"I can sense it. But why?"
"Because I'm a wiggly worm. Why else do you think?"
"Stop!! Stay where you are."
He brought his lower body onto the bed, completely laying on top of me, and pinned me with his body. It is only then I sensed his hard predicament. Very hard.
My lips parted in anticipation.
To prove his point, he drove his length over my center. Thankfully, a few pieces of fabric separate the skin-to-skin contact yet the reaction is there.
My insides tingled, wetness pooled at my core.
"What. The. Hell. Do. You. Think. You. Are. Doing?"
I groaned out each word as his teasing increased with each thrust.
A moan slipped from my lips.
"Can't you guess my dear wife?"
"I'm... I'm not your... I'm not your wife," my breath left my body in pants.
"We married today"
"Fake"
"Real"
"No," I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his coat as I controlled the urge to seal his lips with mine.
"Yes. You signed the certificate. We are legally married"
"Di-di...let's get a divorce," I gasped as he drove at a very sweet spot. Suddenly, I wanted to rip my dress off me.
"NOOO!!!" His voice thundered around me.
"We marry till death do us apart," his jaw clenched as if his control is hanging by a thread.
"We?"
"La Cosa Nostra"
"What?"
"American Mafia underworld"
"Ma... mafia? Did you just say mafia?"