My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Wedding

Ashley felt lightheaded, her head throbbing as her body moved in the same relentless rhythm along with the creak of the bed. It felt like she was caught in a massive wave, helpless as it swept her away.

"Are you going to behave now?"

The dark, low baritone snapped her out of her haze. She forced her shaky eyes to refocus, catching a pair of brooding dark eyes staring down at her. She gulped nervously, his weight pressing against her bare skin.

Ashley nodded on instinct, her arms pinned roughly above her head by one of his hands.

"Good," he smirked, lowering his head to plant a soft kiss on her parted lips. Then he trailed downward, his mouth hovering beside her ear.

"Don’t upset me again." His hot breath brushed against her neck as he whispered, "The next time you try running away, don’t get caught. It won’t end with just this."

As the words rolled off his tongue, he thrust his hips, earning a helpless whimper from her.

Lucian kept her pinned beneath him, claiming every inch of her as his. She squirmed under his hold, and despite her pleasured moans and breathless whimpers, her nasty attitude still managed to slip through.

"Prick," she hissed.

He smirked against her lips, the sadist that he was, and continued. But unlike him, Ashley was thinking of something else.

How... am I back in here?

*****

Hours later, Ashley groaned as she was coaxed out of her slumber.

"What is going on?" She pushed herself out of bed, dragging her feet toward the bathroom. As soon as she reached it, she stopped before the large mirror that almost occupied the entire wall.

Staring at her body, marked with his bites, rough grip, and dark hickeys, a deep exhale escaped her.

"That... son of a gun," she muttered, biting her inner lip as bitterness flickered across her eyes. She clicked her tongue and approached the sink, splashing cold water on her face.

Once she finished, she propped a hand on the sink and looked at her reflection. Silence settled over her, looking at herself sternly and deeply like never before.

"Why did I even do that?" she asked herself. "I’m so stupid for falling for that kind of trick."

*****

[Flashback]

BANG!

The loud echo of gunfire rang in her ears. Ashley’s eyes constricted as she watched the man seated across from her jerk when a bullet drilled into his temple.

The next thing she heard was his body hitting the floor with a violent thud. The screams and panic that followed in the restaurant sounded distant and muffled as she stared at the man she had been seeing for the past three months.

Having been raised in the violent world of crime, Ashley was desensitized to such things. Even so, her heart thudded with a sudden bad premonition.

"Miss."

Moments later, a stern voice came from her side. Even before she looked, she already knew who it was.

Scott. Marshal Di Carpio’s right-hand man. The second-in-command of the second-largest mafia family on the continent. Unfortunately, that mafia don was also Ashley’s father.

"Your father says you should come home," Scott said calmly, unbothered by the blood that had crawled toward and stained his black shoes.

Ashley bit her lip as she looked up at him. Scott’s beard had streaks of white—no surprise there, considering he was in his fifties. His long hair was tied in a low bun, and his black overcoat made his large build appear even bigger.

The corners of her eyes reddened, and even before she spoke, Scott could read what was on her mind.

"He’s not good for you," Scott remarked, glancing at the dead man on the floor. "He’s from Marcelo’s and approached you with an ulterior motive."

Then he looked back at her.

"Please, come with me."

"No!" Ashley shot up from her seat, disgust clear in her eyes. "I am no longer part of the Di Carpios. Didn’t he make that clear already?!"

She took a step back, fury flashing across her face.

"Marshal Di Carpio sent me to my death, Scott. He made it very clear that I—his bastard—am dispensable, but not his beloved daughter. If I didn’t leave that house, it’s either that I’m dead or that he is. Stop pestering me. I am not coming back to that hell!"

Having said her piece, Ashley turned and was about to leave when men blocked her path. The restaurant where she had been having a nice date was already empty of civilians. Only men sent by the Di Carpio mafia remained.

"Move out of my way," she warned.

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