Dana

The sound of the violent thunder woke me up from my sleep, even though I wasn't fully asleep. I sat up on my bed and checked the clock on my nightstand only to see that it was only 4:45 am. The cold and strong wind was coming in through my open windows. I had forgotten to shut them again before I went to bed. I stood up to close the windows because it was going to rain heavily in a little while and the rain would wet my floor if I didn't close the windows.

I shut the windows and the curtains soon after shutting the windows. Before I could go back to bed I heard a light knock on my bedroom door. I almost jumped at the sound of it. Who could knock on my door so early in the morning? I walked to the door, I unlocked it and I opened it, to find my mother standing in front of me. She looked at me pitifully, she has been looking at me like that ever since that man proposed a marriage between him and I.

"Mom? Why are you up so early?" I asked. She gave me a weak smile. I could see tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

"Ohh sweetie…he is here." Her voice was cracking. I was shocked, our wedding day wasn't until two weeks from now, so he had no reason to be here. He said that he would see us on the wedding day at the venue.

"Why?"

"I don't know. He didn't tell us why, please come downstairs before he gets angry." She said. I nodded my head and my mom left. Making him angry was not an option, because he would throw a tantrum but not a usual one, he would either kill us or torture us. I put on my slippers before walking out of my room.

I thought that I would hear him and my father's voices but I didn't hear them. When I walked into the living room I found them sitting there and staring at each other. You could see and cut through the tension that was visible. This man hated my father and my father feared him, but well who wouldn't.

His name was Andrea Emil Cupello, he was half Italian and half German. His mother was German and his father was Italian. He was born and raised in Italy, where he spent most of his time in a catholic boarding school because of how busy his parents were. But it's very hard to believe that this man spent most of his time with nuns because of how he is.

He is the leader of a very famous Italian mafia gang whose name I can't remember. He is dangerous and heartless. He can kill you in the blink of an eye, but he doesn't kill without a reason. He is feared by many men and a few women. Most women were obsessed with him because of his looks. He had bright hazel eyes that would become dark and scary when he got angry, a sharp nose, thin lips, a strong jaw, and black and thick curly hair. His body shape was the kind of body shape that many women found very sexy in men, but all I saw when I looked at him was a monster that did whatever tge he'll it wanted, to whomever it wanted at any time.

"Dana, come and sit down." Dad said. Anyone could tell from his tone that he would rather be anywhere than here sitting across Antonio. I sat down next to my parents. My hair was messy and my eyes were heavy in the early morning, most women fought to look good in front of him but I couldn't care less.

"Aren't you supposed to greed your fiancée?" His deep, dangerous and husky voice sent shivers down my spine to my feet. If I didn't know him then I would be swept off my feet just by hearing him talk. I could feel his eyes on me but I didn't dare to look at him, I just looked down at my feet.

"Sorry." I said. My parents had told me that being obedient and listening to Antonio was what I needed to do to avoid making him angry. But the thought of being his obedient little puppy made me sick to my stomach, if I had a choice then I wouldn't even sit in the same room with him. "Hello…Antonio."

"So Antonio, what bring you here at this hour." My dad asked.

"It's sir to you, Edward." He said to my father. I cleched my little hands at the fabric of my pyjama pants. I hated how this man disrespected my father so freely, but I just couldn't do anything about it, he can do whatever the hell he wants and no one would dare say anything to him.

"Yes, yes, sorry…what brings you here at this hour sir?" I could feel that my father hated the disrespect too, but just like me he could not do a thing about it.

"I am here to pick up my fiancée." He said. My parents gasped. It was unexpected.

"What? Why?" My mom asked.

"She still doesn't acknowledge the fact that she is my fiancée and still has the guts to flirt with others. So she will live with me and be under my supervision before the wedding day." He said. He was probably talking about my male best friend, Cory and that I can't be trusted because of a past event that took place years ago, and people had misinterpreted it.

"I wasn't flirting with anyone. He is my friend." I said.

"Not anymore. Come on we are leaving, now." He was not even going to ask me to leave with him, he was telling me to do that or else something bad was gonna happen.

"Sir, why don't we talk-" My father was cut off before he could finish his sentence.

"My decision is final, I'll wait for you outside. Say your goodbyes to your parents. Don't take anything with you. I don't want to imagine how many men touched your things." He stood up and he left. I hated how he saw me as a slut and a dirty woman. It felt like someone had punched me in the gut. I couldn't believe that this was the man I was going to be bound to for the rest of my life.

"Mom, dad…" I looked at my parents. I could see the look of disappointment in my dad, and the look of sympathy in my mom. I just don't know why he was disappointed in me, if anything I should be the one disappointed in him and even angry because I wouldn't be in this situation if it weren't for him being unable to keep his dick in his pants. He stood up and he went upstairs. How typical of him.

My mom hugged me tightly. I wanted to cry in her arms but I had no time for it, it was better to not keep Antonio waiting. "Go, remember to fight and survive." Mom said, wiping her tears.she hoped that I could survive that man, which was if not not impossible then almost impossible. I nodded my head. I stood up from the couch and I left tge living room. I opened the front door, before I stepped put I looked back at my mom, I mouth 'I love you.' I then walked out of the door to the back car that was parked right in front of me.

My life will officially be in his hands as soon as he drives out of my home. I will have a new home now, but I am not sure if it will truly feel like home, I guess I just have to try to make it feel like home, I am just not sure if that's gonna be possible because knowing this man, he wasn't going to make it easy for me.