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p from my sleep and I hissed loudly, letting out a string

p elicited my lips. I had a baking class to attend and

time of the morning when I was supposed to be up and about. So I rushed to

kissed her cheeks, throw

g look, stirring a cup of steaming coff

e reason for your excitement?" She smiled and pu

, mama. Or maybe I'll tell you when I'm

from her. She had always been against my intentions to bake for re

lared with wariness as if s

hear any of it. I was

later, ma

ormed a habit of going to every morning, serving him a cup of str

my intentions to learn to bake professionally a

th this morning, I sighed. I reached for the doorkn

man and the hot coffee splashed on him. The glass cup slipped from my hands

and I palmed my

lifting my face to peer at his fa

face concealed. My eyes did a scan on his black outfit made up of a well-tailored suit

ly wasn't for a

, emitting a scary aura that was strong enough to make anyone do his bidding was, a

to become a wife," His husky voice to

ng on about? A wife? I wasn

pect that my father would be having a visitor t

grabbed my arms and held it s

e how angry I was and let me go. Sadly, he didn't care about my discomfort

y shrill voice, struggling h

htened his jacket then walke

deeply to stop myself from screaming. Then I stormed into my father's

like that because of

found my father standing in front of his bookshe

ok the weird f

over to where he stood while baring my arms which had turned red to him. "Look

id after a moment of silence, his

arely called me by my name apart from when I offended him, bu

d so distant and

my chest while waiting for a

ruthless Capo of the Famiglia? Surely, you can pass an orde

ing his gaze on me. "It would be erroneous to lock up

hard against my chest. I felt a knot tighten in

soft furry couch which I used to enjoy sitting

some air on my face until the fainting

ttack flooded my mind again an

her and ran all the way here to give your coffee when I ran into that man who scolded me for bumping into her while hinting how he wouldn't

y father was one man who never cowered in front of

was, avoid

I trailed off, my

Russian Bratva and he is to be your husband in three days. The engagement will take place tomorrow so get rea

ch were moving but I couldn't m

that point that everything began to make sense; the constant business trips th

et, my eyes glist

terested in becoming a wife, it will never be to th

gle emotions. His evil reputation preceded him and word had once gone around that he crushed a

an when he was much younger

no choice

o give me out to a man on my eighteenth birthday, Fat

choice but to get married to that man. His name is Dmitri Mikhailov so get used to callin