Amora.

His voice rings in my ears. ' welcome, Mrs. Antoniano. Mrs. Marco. Mia moglie'. Is this how a welcome should be? I don't know. I throw my clothes inside the suitcase. I try to think if there is any way I can get out of this. This is the worst situation to be in.

How in hell did I become the wife of? There is no way his parents will approve of this, and he has a reputation, he is a capo. He just can't marry someone, and he won in a bet.

A knock on the door brings me back from my thoughts, I go and open the door to see Mr Antoniano standing in front of me. "how many more minutes, Mia Moglie?" I fold my arms, "why? You are in a hurry, if you are, leave," he sighs and pinches his nose. "why are you trying to send me away?"

"I am not trying to send you away, you wanted to go, so I said that you could go"
"you can try whatever you want, Mrs Antoniano, but I am not leaving his house without you"

"Okay, you want to make me your wife, right? Then you need to learn to wait," and I slam the door on his face.

No matter what, I love him, he is handsome and beautiful, his voice has the power to send me to my knees, and I want him to kiss me. Whatever it is. I am not going down with a fight. I am going to trouble him so much that he will leave me.

No one can handle my tantrums.

I sit in front of the dressing table, putting on my foundation, I can't go out looking like this. Having beaten up bad. Bruises covering every inch of my skin. And that is going to take time. I always used to start getting ready 2 hours before going to any party so that no one knew what was going on.

And he is a capo, and people are looking at him, twenty-four-seven. I can't walk out looking like this.

There is one more knock on my door. Making me sigh, "come in", and Mr Antoniano comes inside, "What do you need?" I ask, "You are putting on makeup" I nod, putting my foundation on my hand "Don't", I look back at him.

"Sorry, what?"
"you are putting on foundation" I nod and start covering the sacres on my hands. But before the brush can reach my skin, a hand stops me. I look up at him "Don't. You do not need to put on the foundation"

"Mr Antoniano, I am covered in sacres and bruises, if I don't cover, the people are going to see, and people love gossiping. So, for sure, they are going to talk about all of me. Which I don't appreciate."

There is no way I am going out with all of my bruises visible.

"Okay, then, no one will gossip."
"you are with, I don't know, what many guards. They are going to see me"
"Okay, then I will cover you" What the hell is he talking about?

"I want my wife to walk with me, her head high. Not trying to stop people from looking at her. And your sacres are your trophies."

This is the first time anyone ever called sacres and bruises trophies. Even I never thought of them as trophies. They are the sacres of the years I stand silent against wrong.

"and anyone who speaks a word against my wife. Will be in grave" his words make me tremble in pure love. He is so nice. This is why I fall in love with him. "and Mia Moglie. Do you think anyone gossiping about my wife will get away? No, sorry, he won't"

He is going to be my death.

"okay, Mr. Antoniano. Please get out so that I can get ready," he frowns "You are looking, Mr. Antoniano. Mia moglie, call my name"

No, I can't do that.

His name will never come out of my mouth, even when I think of him, I call him Mr. Antoniano. The moment I saw him, he filled every thought of mine. He was always Mr. Antoniano, and he can't be l--. No. I can't.

"No"
"Sorry." he says, crouching down to my level as I am sitting on the chair of the dressing table. "no, I will not call you by your name, I will call you Mr. Antoniano. You are the capo, and ----- you still are not my husband"

Thank god I came up with that excuse. He is a forbidden fruit I could never have. He just can't come and tell me to call him by his name. God, I would suffer a heart attack.

"Okay, so after I become your husband, call me Lex" I look away. I am sorry, but I don't want him to become a widow.

He gets up and moves to my closet, seeing my clothes. I get nervous, my clothes are worn out, and almost everything is before marrying Rocco. I never got to shop after marrying Rocco, and he never allowed me to.

He nods his head and looks at the clothes in the suitcase placed on the bed. "don't pack anything. Let's leave"

What??

I get up and move towards him, standing in front of him, crossing my arms over my chest. "no" that's all I say, I don't have the energy to deal with him. "everything here is marked with him. And I will not allow him to disrespect my wife. He has done so much that I am ready to put him in his grave. But you wouldn't like it"

I would love it if he killed Rocco.

"then, please tell me what I am going to wear", I question him.
"Don't worry about it, and your clothes will be there before you reach our home"

Our home. A blush creeps on my cheek at his words.

I nod, and he starts moving, I follow him. I look at Rocco. He was still on his knees, looking beaten up, he was not beaten up when he came. Before I question, Mr Antoniano says, "I told my guards to beat him up, he deserves that mia moglie. I didn't kill him because I don't want your feet even to touch his blood. --but I can carry you"

He moves towards me, and I move away. "no, you don't need to carry me. And you are not killing him"

What would people say, he killed someone that moment he saw me. God, no.

He leaves the building and sits inside the car, both our eyes connecting. And as if my whole body came alive. I look away, looking outside the window. Finally, freedom. Freedom from those bealts, his cruel words, him.

And I am going to be with Mr. Antoniano.

The man I am in love with.