Amaya
People say that you can get use to anything. Maybe for some it's true. Not for me though. I don't think I'll ever be able to get use to being married to Daniel.
My hand stayed in his while we marched to the car that was waiting for us. The back door open.
The wedding reception just ended and it was time for the bride and the groom to go home.
I heard mom's shoes clacking on the concrete behind us. Dad must be close to her. There were whispers heard here and there.
My heartbeat was increasing with each step. My life was signed for failure.
I knew that one day I was going to have an arranged marriage but I never expected it to be to a man older than my dad.
Daniel was in his late fifties while I just turned twenty-one. When he visited us a year ago, I never thought that dad was going to willingly give me to him as a wife.
I didn't even have the chance to finish college.
He was a well respected boss. I still don't know how though, he was literally marrying a girl old enough to be his daughter. How were his children even okay with this?
But again, they probably can't even say anything.
His rough hand tightened on mine and I almost let out a whimper. The smell of cigarette radiated of him and a gag threatened to break through my lips.
How was I supposed to live with this man? Share a house with him, a room, same bed.
The panic I had about my wedding night, raised to my throat and my stomach clenched.
When we reached the car, his underboss Ethan, greeted us and I didn't fail to notice the disgusting look he gave me. Ethan was younger but still, way older than me.
Not only will I have to put up with Daniel but with him as well.
The light wind caressed my bare shoulders and I sealed my lips together, trying to make as less noise as possible. I didn't need anyones attention on me right now.
When we stopped, Daniel let go of my hand and I wiped my palm of the skirt on my dress. It was beautiful and I wish I was marrying the man I love.
I have never experienced anything close to it though. My parents kept me in our house my whole life, training me to be the perfect Mafia wife for my future husband.
All the things I had to know, I learned since young age. Cooking, cleaning, taking care of the home, being able to create calm and peaceful atmosphere for my husband, obeying him and keeping my mouth shut.
That was all I had to do. Oh and of course give birth to how many children he wanted. That was not going to be my choice as well. It didn't matter that I was the one to carry them in my stomach.
"You can take Amaya home. I'll go to the club to release some tension." Daniel said to Ethan and rolled his shoulders while cocking his head to the side.
What?
What kind of club?
"Sure boss." Ethan smirked and his eyes went to me. More correctly to my cleavage.
Was he really going to another women on our wedding day?
Turning around, I pleadingly looked at mom. She took a step towards me and grabbed me by my bicep. Dad was smiling with Daniel while saying goodbye to him.
He was leaving with another car.
"Don't make a deal out of this and just go to your new home. He'll come to you eventually. You're his wife now and do not by any circumstance disobey him. Understood?" Mom gritted out and dig her fingers into my skin.
Tears started to well up in my eyes but I nodded despite the pain in my chest.
This was what I'll have to put up with my whole life. Being disrespected by my husband. What a great life.
On the other hand, I felt relieved that the wedding night will be postponed. That was the only thing that came out good out of this, him going to the club. Wherever that was.
"Goodbye." She hugged me forcefully and then it was dad's turn. Daniel left and I took a deep breath before climbing into the car.
The interior was beautiful but I couldn't care less at this moment.
Ethan got inside as well and I pushed my body close to the other side, far away from him.
The driver looked at me through the mirror and I felt shivers run down my spine. Why was everyone so intense?
They started the car and I closed my eyes, the tears falling down unwillingly.
"Relax, Amaya." Ethan brought his hand to my thigh and I felt the puke rise in my throat. I pulled away from him but he just chuckled.
There was a full moon tonight and I rested my head on the window. I bit my lip and silently cried.
The road where we were headed was empty and with each passing minute I was more nervous.
My mind went back to college. I was studying from home but nevertheless, I loved school. I was going to be a psychologist. It was my dream.
So many dreams that got shattered as soon as my marriage was announced. My parents didn't really care, they just wanted the status that this will bring them. And of course the money.
Dad was working for Daniel for years now. Becoming his father-in-law was what he always envisioned.
Mom and him had an arranged marriage as well but for them it somehow worked. I haven't seen them show love to each other or any affection but at least they were not fighting.
A car passed by us and started to drive in front of us. It was a more of a van. I didn't pay too much attention to it because I was exhausted.
Ethan called someone on the phone but before he could speak, our car stopped. The driver turned around and before I could register he pointed a gun at Ethan and shoot him.
A loud scream erupted through my lungs and I covered my face with my shaky hands.
What was happening? Couple of shoots were heard all around us and I grabbed the handle, trying my best to open the door.
When I successfully did it, I got out and my heels got tangled in my dress which made me fall on the ground.
I braced myself on my hands and did my best to stand up. Cries were breaking through my mouth as I stood up.
Just as I did, two strong hands grabbed me from behind. I was lifted off the ground into the air and whoever was behind me, started to walk towards the van.
Oh no... I was going to get killed.
I trashed in his hands but no use of that. The man was strong and I had not even an ounce of power in me to stop him.
I screamed as loud as I could but we were on an empty road, with no one around.
"Let me go!" My voice became hoarse from all the screaming I did. Men were moving around and the one holding me, pushed me into the black van.
He tied my ankles together and secured the belt around me.
"You can go." Someone said to him and he nodded his head twice before getting out and closing the door after him.
My body was shuddering when I turned my head to the man who was sat opposite of me.
At that moment I felt my whole body still. My breath caught in my throat from fear.
Before me sat a huge man. Wide shoulders and muscular legs. His hands were positioned on the top of the seats next to him. The lights were dim but his face was still visible.
He was terrifying.
I have never in my life seen someone so intimidating. Which was almost impossible because I was living amongst killers.
His black hair was pushed back in a man bun. He had a beard that was cut short. The suit he was wearing was glued to his body and as soon as my eyes reached his, he smirked.
The corner of his lips tipped upward but I knew very well that, that smile was not a kind one.
There was something evil on his face.
"Hello, Amaya. We are finally meeting." He had a very strong voice that made me cower in my seat.
How did he know my name? I have never seen this man in my life.
I stared at him, petrified of what he will do with me.
The engine of the van roared and we started to move. Crap! They just kidnapped. Why did Daniel have to disappear tonight? I hated him but I'm sure this wouldn't have happened if he was here as well.
"Are you going to kill me?" I asked after a while. Ma dark long hair bouncing around me with each one of my moves.
He spread his legs wider and leaned back on the seat. He bit his lip as his eyes traveled over my figure.
"What use would I have of you if I killed you?" He lifted his eyebrow and didn't took his eyes off me. Not for a second.
What did I know what happened when someone was kidnapped?
"We'll be in each other company for a while, mi cielito." (My sweetheart)
For a while? What did he mean by that? I pinched the tip of my finger and then proceeded to circle my hands around me.
My heart rammed against my chest and my breaths felt like they were getting shorter and shorter.
The intimidating man didn't took his eyes off me and all I wanted to do was cry.
Like it was not enough that I was forced into a marriage and now this. What kind of destiny was this?
What did I do to deserve it?
"What will happen to me?" I found a courage to ask another question.
"You're gonna be my guest. After you do what I intended for you, I'll return you back to your husband." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
Again, the muscles on his arms flexed underneath the fabric of his suit and reminded me that this man could kill me with a snap of his finger.
I don't even know how his head was not hitting the roof of the van. He was a freaking giant.
"What could you possibly need me for?"
"Let me explain it a little bit better." He said and ran a hand over his beard. The windows of the vehicle were tinted and there was no way for me to see where we were going.
"Your husband, couple of years ago killed my wife." What...? My eyes widened and my lips parted.
"Together with her, he killed my unborn child." A tear escaped from my eye and cold emerged from within me. I blinked a few times and I saw the man fist his hands.
Daniel killed a pregnant woman...
How cruel someone has to be to commit such atrocity?
"He did that without batting an eye. Now that he has a little wife like you, he'll pay back for what he did."
"You said you won't kill me." I sniffed and wiped my face with the back of my hand.
"I won't. But there is one thing you'll do for me." I carefully listened to his next words.
"You'll carry my child and give birth. After that you'll be back to your beloved husband, preferably in a casket." My breath hitched and my ears buzzed.
"What are you talking about?"
"The doctor will be waiting for us in a couple of days. You'll get pregnant through IVF. You didn't though I was going to touch you in any way right?" Did I just enter a nightmare?
Or maybe I was asleep and I'll wake up in no time.
"You can't do that." I gritted out.
"Oh yes I can, Amaya and I will. You'll give me that child and all will be perfect." He leaned back and his eyes bore into mine.
What was happening to me?
AMAYA
21 years old
ROWAN
35 years old
Btw I can't explain everything in a One Shot but Rowan was in arranged marriage and didn't love his wifeð
I would never write a man who was previously in love with someone else ð
Thoughts on this short One Shot???
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