His Unwanted Wife is the Mafia Princess novel Chapter 15

#Chapter 15- A Timely Meetings

#Chapter 15 – A Timely Meeting

Stella

I roll my eyes and click a button on the side of the car door. The window rolls up, Adrian drawing his hands away. Without another word, Sebastian steps on the gas pedal and the car speeds away.

“Stella,” Sebastian says my name like it is butter rolling off of his tongue, “if you need to talk to me about your marriage with him-”

“No,” I cut him off, “it’s fine. I would rather you not get involved. It will only make things worse for me, trust

me.”

I can feel his gaze burn into the side of my face. I have to lock away before, unable to look at the confused and saddened look in his eyes. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as he slowly nods, turning his full attention towards the road.

The rest of the drive is silent except for the radio that plays news reports for Sebastian to listen to. He needs to stay updated on the city as the heir to the Obsidian Pact’s Godfather title. I watch as we drive by tall skyscrapers, making our way to where the different Mafia family members meet.

“You can stay in the car if you want,” Sebastian looks over at me, “or you can sit in a nearby room and wait until we’re done.”

“What if I were to go in? It can help clear my head and I can be introduced to the other leaders,” 1 breathe out. Sebastian thinks it over, slowly nodding.

“You’re going to need a mask, though,” he says, putting the car in park as we sit in front of the mafia building. He reaches into the backseat and pulls out my mask from the masquerade ball.

I take it from his hands and smile, placing it on my face, walking inside the building with him.

I’m met with unimpressed and disinterested faces as soon as I enter the room. My brothers nod their heads at me as I enter, Sebastian pulling out my seat for me.

As the meeting moves on, all thanks to Sebastian and Dominic. I stare straight ahead, avoiding the other leaders‘ gazes. A couple of times throughout the meeting, they’d lean over to each other and whisper while staring at me.

Once the meeting was over, Sebastian allowed the others to ask any questions about his plans. One man raised his hand and Sebastian nods at him.

“We are displeased by her presence,” he begins, staring at me, “it’s a disgrace that someone who we don’t even know, can’t carry a gun, and is severely under qualified is allowed to sit at the table with us.”

Many of the men agree with low grumbles, nodding their heads and looking back and forth at each other. My brothers, on the other hand, glare at them.

Silas places his gun on the wooden table while Luca cracks his knuckles. Sebastian’s graze goes dark and it looks like Matteo is ready to do surgery on each and every one of them if I said the word.

Luca slams his fists against the table and stand, his chair scraping against the floor. He looks at every single one of them, eyes dark and in a sharp glare.

No words have to be said for their message to get across.

I am the mafia princess.

The mafia leaders gulp and their hands slightly shake on the top of the wooden table. One of them stands from their chair and keeps their hands pressed against the table, leaning over.

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