Amroa.

I stand against the closed door of my bedroom. My chest was up and down. What the hell happened right now? I can't understand anything. Do I pack up my stuff and leave with him? No, I can't. That is super wrong. Maybe I should leave, how should I leave? 

What if I run away from the balcony?

Yes, I should run away.

Best, I can't go with my crush. That's my death.

I didn't show it, but I was dying inside, in the same room as him, talking to him, even as much as arguing with him. God, I didn't think I was getting to talk so much with him.

I shake my head. It is not the time to daydream about my crush. I go to the balcony, looking down, fuck this is so high. I will die if I try to leave here. Straight death. And I seriously don't want to look so stupid in front of my crush. I seriously can't. fuck. 

And the other thing I see is only guards. Everywhere.Everywhere. God, how many people did he bring? I can't leave from the balcony. I will either die or get caught, and I don't know what Mr. Antoniano will do to me.

Ahh. 

I will not leave the room If I don't open the door. If I don't leave, he won't be able to take me from here and also not make me his wife. My body shivers at the thought.

I sit on the bed. Tired, exhausted. 

 My phone rings, I look at it to see an unknown number calling me. Who is calling me? I cut the call. I have already had too much to work with today. I move and lock the door of the bedroom.

My phone rings one more. Who wants to talk to me? I pick up my phone "Hello", I say, "If you are thinking of leaving from the balcony, then know that the whole building is surrounded by my man, and don't even think about locking the door. Mrs. Marco, I know how to break a door. Please pack up."

And he hangs up.

How did he know? I was thinking about locking the door. What do I do now? I open the door and move towards the living room, seeing Mr. Antoniano sitting on the couch, Why is he so sexy?

His one leg is over his other, one hand on the couch, and the other hand rubbing his lips. I stand in front of him, looking him in the eye, and he arches his eyebrow at me, his hand still on his lips, he is so distracting.

"I can't go with you"
"you don't have a choice"

"ah!" a scream leaves my mouth, why is it so hard to make him understand? that I can't be his wife? 

"Mr. Antoniano, i am rocco's wife. And you won me, good. Congratulations. But you want a wife, and I can't be your wife, I am already someone's wife. And you are a capo. A capo can't marry someone's wife, and you can do whatever you want. But people will talk. They will talk about me. So, Mr Antoniano, I am not coming with you, nor am I marrying you," I say, losing my breath.

"no one will speak about you. And if they say a word, I will cut off their tongue"

My mouth hung open at his words, and dying never seemed a better option. I move my open hair behind my ears.

"Okay, you want me to come with you?" crossing my arms over my chest. This is the only idea I can think of now. This is the only way I can get out of this. 

"yes"

"Then, I want a divorce, and that in one hour," I say, and turn around, going to my bedroom.

There is no way one can get a divorce in an hour. It's impossible.

I open the bedroom door and move inside. Sitting on the bed. A small smile on my lips, no one can do this. There is no way a lawyer can make divorce papers in an hour and get them to us, and even if Mr. Antoniano managed to do that, Rocco wouldn't sign those.

He won't, and there is no way he will let me go. I am his punching bad; he won't let me. He needs me, at least, for fulfilling his needs.

I look at the clock to see there are only ten minutes left. I knew it, and there was no way he would be able to do this. A breath of relief leaves my mouth. Thank god. Just a few minutes, and then all of this will get over. 

I sit off the bed, my heart finally beating normally. Just a few minutes, and then everything will be okay. Everything will be okay. He will go away, and then I just have to deal with Rocco. I can do that. I can handle Rocco. His words, his beating, I know him, and I know how to handle him, what to do and what not. 

I just need to send Mr. antoniano. Then everything will be fine. 

A knock on my door makes me get up. I opened the door and saw one of the guards standing "Ma'ma, capo is calling you" I was confused, why does he need me to know? What is wrong with this man?

I move down and see a man standing in the room. He was not here before. Who is he?
"sit," Mr Antoniano says, I am so confused, what the hell is going on? I move and sit on the couch, looking at him.

"you wanted a divorce. Divorce papers are on the table. My gift"

What!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He got the divorce papers. Fuck.

He did not bring divorce papers. No way. I pick up the paper on the table to see if it is a divorce paper. There are divorce papers. What the hell, how did he do this? I see both Rocco's and my name. What the hell?

"how did you get these papers," I say, looking at him. He smiles at me like he gave me a branded bag. "what you wanted, you said you would only become my wife when you were not his wife. And whatever my wife asks, she gets."

I look at him, not knowing what to say. I don't have words. But I know Rocco won't sign, he won't, right? I forward the papers to him, and he takes them from me. "get his sign," I say, looking at him. Trying to sound strong. 

Please, for once, do what I think you are going to do. Please, once, do what I think you are going to do, Rocco. For once in my life, I do what I want for just once. 

"Okay," he gets up and moves towards Rocco.

Why is this man doing everything I am telling him to do? I Tell him to do something, and he does it. Told him to get divorce papers, and he got them. Like everything I say, he is doing. This is so frustrating. He moves on my every command. Everything I say, he does it. What is wrong with him?

"sign it" I look at Rocco, his face bleeding. He moves down to Rocco's level on the ground, grabbing his hair. I wince as he screams a bit, I always thought Rocco getting hurt would make me happy. But I hate it. 

"sign it, and if you don't. I don't think you will be able to take your next breath," he says, taking his gun from one of his guards and pointing it at his head. I stand up in shock. My hand fisting around my sweatpants.

And of course. The most cowardly person on this earth. Takes the pen and signs the papers. I close my eyes the moment he signs the paper. Everything failed. Mr. Antoniano stands up, a smile on his face.

He is so beautiful. Babe, it's not the time to admire him. 

"he signed, only your sign is left." he forwards the paper at me, and I snatch it from his hand. I bend down to pick up the pen from the table "Don't" he stops me and takes the papers from my hand. He gives me the pen, keeping the papers on his chest.

"Now, sign" I look at the paper at his chest and back in his face. Our eyes connect, and every cell on my body rises as if I am alive once again. His soft grey eyes hold an emotion I can't name. My cheeks heating up. I gulp and move to sign the papers on his chest. Feeling his heartbeat as I sign the paper. 

 I sign and move back. And look at him, his eyes.

"welcome, Mrs. Antoniano. Mrs. Marco. Mia moglie"