Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

Rosana was shocked when all their knees hit the ground immediately without reluctance. She stared at them in shock, her eyes almost popping out of her eye sockets. When they didn’t get up or move an inch, she turned to look at Sergio who had been watching her.

“Tell them to rise”

“Fallo da solo” [Do it yourself] He responded and her heartbeat skipped.

How was she going to speak to these people? What was she supposed to say? She didn’t have a deep or cold voice like Sergio or Enzo, she couldn’t give a command like them either.

“Rise!” She blurted out and was shocked at how firm her voice turned out to be. The men were surprised too. They had not expected her to sound so fierce and powerful, almost like Sergio.

“Cheers to Donna, Long live the Queen!” One of the men proclaimed, raising his glass in the air.

“Cheers to Donna, Long live the Queen!” The rest chorused, raising their glasses in the air. Most had a smile on their faces while the others looked indifferent.

“Now the loyalty test!”

The loyalty test? What did that mean? Rosana wondered and looked around her. Her eyes found Enzo who stood at the other end of the hall grinning. She wished he was near her and could procure answers.

“I want to use the bathroom!”

“Are you running, Bambolina?” Sergio asked with a smirk at the corner of his lips. She was getting sickly by the minute and it didn’t go past his notice.

“No, never. I am pressed and I need to use the bathroom right now or else…” She paused and looked down at her thighs. Sergio understood the signal and asked Alfonso to escort her to the bathroom.

The anticipation in the hall had risen as everyone assembled for the loyalty test which was carried out whenever the Mafia Lord decided. To prove their loyalty, they had to be ready to k*ll their loved ones at any time.

“What?!?”

“Calm down, My Lady, it is nothing.”

It wasn’t nothing but she remained quiet and watched as the first person stepped forward with his woman. She had tears in her eyes but the man stood apathetic as he raised the knife to her throat.

“I pledge my undying loyalty to the Mafia!”

“No… No, please… No!” The woman begged and a knot tightened in Rosana’s chest. She wished she could stop them.

“Do not look away, my Lady. Remember, all eyes are on you. They are waiting to see you tremble”

The man slit her throat with an unflinching gaze and bowed to Sergio. Then another man stepped forward, dragging his son beside him. The test continued with husbands k*lling their wives, fathers k*lling their sons, and men k*lling their women or whoever they went with.

Rosana stood frozen, listening to her pulse roaring in her ears. Adrenaline burned through her veins, urging her to run, but she remained rooted to the floor and couldn’t move a muscle. She watched until the very end.

“Your turn” Enzo whispered beside her and she looked around to find all eyes on her. Her turn? What does he mean? “It is a tradition. You have to k*ll someone once you are part of the family”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She wanted to flare up but she organized herself. It was unlike Enzo to keep things from her. If he did, then it was for a good reason.

Rosana stepped forward with her shoulders high and looked down at the man she was asked to k*ll. She quietly got the knife and blocked out every thought in her mind so she could focus on the task.

“Please, have mercy!” The man begged and struggled to escape from the chair he had been strapped to. “Please…!”

Do not look into his eyes… Do not look at his face, his tears… Do not think, just do it! Rosana told herself as she held the knife firmly.

“I pledge my undying loyalty to the Mafia!” With that being said, she sent the knife to his neck, cutting his head which dropped from his neck and rolled on the ground.

Everyone gasped in shock, staring with wide eyes. She didn’t just slit the man’s throat, she beheaded him! To many, that was the hardest thing to do but Rosana did it effortlessly, without blinking.

She bowed to Sergio and started walking away. Everyone moved out of her path in terror and didn’t dare look at her twice. Truly, she was Sergio’s wife, his Queen!

Inside the bathroom, Rosana kept washing her hands under the faucet even when they were clean. To her, they were stained with bl00d and needed to be scrubbed hard.

She k*lled a man! She just severed a man’s head from his body!

*****

Rosana stayed longer in the bathroom before she finally chose to return to the hall. When she did, she couldn’t find Sergio or Enzo. Where had they gone to? She wondered while looking around.

“I suggest you check the rooms,” Munika spoke up from behind. “I saw the boys a while ago”

Rosana thanked her and left in search of Sergio. She checked room by room and kept scrunched up her nose whenever she caught people making out. How did they manage to do that after all the bloodshed?Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

She was about to give up when she spotted a room at the end of the hall. The area was deserted and she decided to check it out. It wasn’t the best decision because she regretted it dampened her mood immediately.

The Mistress? What was she doing there? And with Sergio? She wasn’t doing anything, she just stood, but the thought of them being together… Quietly, she turned to walk away but ended up bumping into a hard wall. No, it wasn’t a wall, she figured. It was Enzo’s chest.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I am fine” She lied and walked past him. “Heading back to the hall”

There was something off about her, something different but Enzo couldn’t figure it out. He turned back to the room and waited for some time before he opened the door. His brows ceased and he fisted his hands when he saw Vicenta with Sergio.

“Leave!” Sergio ordered when he looked up and saw him at the doorway.

Vicenta, once again disappointed that her plans to seduce Sergio didn’t work, bowed and turned to walk away. When she looked up and saw Enzo, she flinched, almost losing her footing. He didn’t like her one bit and she knew it. That was why she avoided him at all costs.

As she walked towards the door, Enzo kept glaring at her and she shuddered. She couldn’t even look up at him, but knew his hard gaze was pinned on her. Quietly, she scurried out of the room like a frightened kitten and didn’t look back.

“Why do you still keep her, Fratello?” He asked, walking further into the room. “She should have been gone a long time ago”

“This time, I will k*ll her myself. I am still thinking about it!” He added.