Married to the mafia (season 1+ 2) novel Chapter 3

The party portion of the day starts. No matter the differences between Latinos and Russians, they both enjoy a good party. The music starts, drinks are distributed among guests, people chat and dance cheerfully. Everyone around us is having a good time.

Dimitri hasn’t said a word to me since we said I do. I haven’t tried to speak with him either. I just look at him out of the corner of my eye expecting for him to acknowledge my presence in any way. Whatever he is thinking about, it consumes his whole attention. We take a seat on the table for two specially reserved for the bride and groom in front of the small dance floor. A waiter comes, he offers us two glasses of champagne. I take mine, but the second I do Dimitri takes it away from me.

“I don’t want a drunk wife,” he says curtly.

“Having a glass of champagne doesn’t make me a drunk wife,” I protest with a frown on my face. Who does he think he is? I try to take the glass from his hand, but he pulls it further away.

“I said no,” he states firmly.

“You can’t control what I drink,” I say using his same tone of voice so he knows he can’t intimidate me, even though deep inside I am intimidated.

Dimitri turns his eyes to me, his piercing gaze leaves no room for protest. Dimitri looks daggers at me as he leans over the table towards me, he is so close that I can smell his cologne; it is a pleasant scent, I would enjoy it more if he wasn't gazing at me with such threatening eyes.

“You’ll be surprised by all the things I can control about you. You are mine, after all,” he says with a threatening tone that makes me shiver.

My mouth feels dry, I say nothing back. I’m too shocked by his words. I am his? We might be married, but that doesn’t make me anyone’s property.

“Bring her a coke,” Dimitri tells the waiter.

He complies immediately and hands me a coke.

“It’s not diet,” I say refusing to take the drink.

“Bring the princess a diet coke,” Dimitri says rolling his eyes. “You know, I don’t like difficult girls,” he says the second the waiter brings me a diet coke.

“And I don’t like to be married to a possessive criminal,” I say with acid in my voice.

He laughs at my remark, but it’s not a happy laugh, it’s more of a sardonic noise. Then he takes me by the chin to force me to look him straight in the eyes. “You have quite a mouth, don’t you? I think I’m going to have to put you in your place.”

I gulp, his blue eyes are filled with danger and the promise that he won’t let this slide. My hands start shaking, I just met Dimitri and I already find him to be the most intimidating person I have ever encounter. I can’t believe I’m going to spend the rest of my life with this man. I try to move my head to the other side, but Dimitri tightens his grip.

“Let me go,” I mutter with a trembling voice.

“Say please,” he replies.

“Please…”

He releases me with a smirk. I feel goosebumps all over my body. He can’t treat me like this, I need to put a stop to this situation, but just when I am about to say something his father approaches our table by the arm of a young beautiful girl that looks like she belongs on the cover of a fashion magazine. She must be around my age although she seems wiser and more mature than I. It’s as if she has lived more than me this past 20 years, maybe she has because I haven’t done much, I’m just a girl that likes to chill and spent time with her friends and family, this girl seems worldly.

“Son, congratulations, you are a married man now!” Nikolay says as he gives his son a congratulatory hug. Dimitri says nothing, he just sighs and then pulls away. “And congratulations to you too, Victoria,” Nikolay then says to me.

I nod awkwardly. Why is he congratulating me? He and my father forced this marriage upon me!

The tall blonde girl beside Nikolay leans over me and puts her thin arms around me.

“Congratulations, new sister!” She says with a wide sincere grin.

“Victoria, as you might have already guessed, this is my little sister Irina,” Dimitri says.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Irina,” I lie.

“I am so happy to finally meet you! I am sure we are going to be very good friends!” Irina says enthusiastically.

“I am sure we will,” I mutter knowing in my heart that we won’t.

“Where is my mother?” Dimitri asks.

By the awkward look on Nikolay’s and Irina’s faces, I can tell there is something going on with the mother, but they are too uncomfortable to say it out loud.

“The high heels hurt her feet, she is resting,” Irina mutters.