Part Two: Forced Encounter

Her luxury made me intrigued, perfect nails of someone who is always at the salon, hair well moisturized and the skin of a thousand products used. Besides the haughtiness in her snake eyes to the others, with sharp comments like a knife.

Suspicious about the information, I went after the only person who could tell me at this moment that I am wrong: my grandfather.

"Who am I marrying? " I entered his room without knocking on the door.

" What are you asking a few hours before your wedding? " he said, tidying his jacket with the help of his tailor.

The tailor continued tidying his elegant suit, ignoring my presence.

" I'm serious! " I knocked on a nearby table, making a loud noise.

My grandfather motioned for the man to leave, and he bowed, leaving the two of us alone. With his usual attitude, the old man picked up the bottle of whiskey and poured himself some.

"He is marrying Andrea Ndrangheta."

This surname is known all over the underworld, the most dangerous bandits know this group that almost took over the whole of Italy. They managed to establish command in Italy, after the police operation against the Camorra and the Cosa Nostra in the last decades. Their operations span every continent in the world and make about $60 billion a year based in one of the poorest regions of Italy.

Such a powerful family handing over their pampered daughter to another faction: Something's wrong!

" Why would they want to do business with us? " I confronted my grandfather.

"They lost a lot of money with their eldest son's business and want to recover their money fast."

The old man didn't even bother to formulate a good answer.

"By handing over their spoiled daughter? "I continued pressing him.

"I see you've confused your fiancée, you're going to marry the youngest in the family." He sat down at his desk.

"What do you mean, the youngest daughter?" impatient at the next one.

"The illegitimate daughter of the house."

"An illegitimate daughter? You're crazy, old man!" I almost screamed at him, I hated him so much.

"She's more than a bastard, she'll soon know her worth." he said quietly.

I was surprised that he would accept a girl who is not a pure-blood in his family. Now he is simply breaking all the rules, bringing me an unworthy bride. Is this your punishment for loving Anabela?

"YOU ARE HUMILIATING ME WITH THIS RIDICULOUS WEDDING! " I shouted without patience. - You know how everyone values the noble blood that runs in our veins, we are the legitimate heirs of barons, noble from our birth. I'm not going to marry someone of low rank.

" You will marry whom I order!"

"TRY TO FORCE ME!"

" Anabela will suffer the consequences in your place, there is no need to hurt you directly."

" LEAVE HER OUT OF IT!"

"The marriage must take place if you don't want to see her married to your uncle."

"I will kill you before you can even think the word "marriage"."

"It was you who demanded a pure woman, now you will have your wife totally virgin! Don't make an affair just a few minutes before the wedding."

"You can't force me to marry someone so inferior! I'll be a joke among my men!"

"The deal is done! You have fulfilled all the demands and we can't go back on them."

"IT'S RIDICULOUS TO HAVE AN INVALID GIRL FOR A WIFE!"

"Anyway, you'll have to put up with it."

"I will never forget this humiliation."I left the place, slamming the door behind me as hard as I could.

I was furious at being forced to marry someone so inferior. I didn't even look her in the face during the entire ceremony, and when the rings were exchanged, I threw the ring on the floor for her to pick up.

She is so inferior that she bent down to pick it up, no woman of high value would bend down in the face of great humiliation. The gesture irritated me so much that I stepped on her hands, she held back the pain by biting her lips while tears came out of her eyes.

"Why are you still down?" I said arrogantly.

Anabela with her huge heart pushed my foot away.

"You are hurting yourself!" she said, angry with me helping the woman.

"Are you hurt? Let me see your hands." Take her hand and examine the spot.

Her father stood up angry, I thought he would defend his daughter, but I was wrong. Furious, he began to shout.

"Hurry up and finish the ceremony! It's been delayed enough!*

She looked at him and sighed heavily, turning forward with her red hand holding the strong bouquet.

"Put the ring on your husband." said the priest.

She put the ring on her own finger and then took the ring and put it on mine. The exchange of rings was over and I felt more disgust at the situation.

"You may kiss the bride. " The priest said ending the ceremony.

I made an expression of hatred and turned and walked away, making everyone laugh. Leaving the woman alone at the altar.

"The ceremony is complete, I'm not going to kiss this thing. " I mumble loudly for all to hear.

The priest didn't know what to say, wanting to stop me. I heard some women wailing for the bride, others laughing, and in the middle of the crowd a look from someone unknown hovering full of hatred for me.

I made a hateful expression as I turned and walked away, making everyone laugh. Leaving the woman alone at the altar.

"The ceremony is complete, I'm not going to kiss this thing." I mumble loudly for all to hear.

The priest didn't know what to say, wanting to stop me. I heard some women wailing for the bride, others laughing, and in the middle of the crowd a look from someone unknown hovering full of hatred for me.

I felt his desire to kill me, the hatred burning from his body that made me brake in mid-stride. I could only move again when his gaze changed direction to see my now wife at the altar.

I am a man of shady dealings, involved in various filth, I have witnessed many deaths, killed and tortured, therefore I have never felt fear of anyone as for a mere moment that occurred in a fraction of a second.