Amora

God, this is a walk of shame.

Why did I have to cry, fuck, I am so embarrassed.

What was a need to cry, amora?

I walk to the closet, taking out the red sundress. I hope this looks good. I don't know what to wear to meet his parents. This is the only outfit that seems to look good at the moment. I am so thankful that there is no bruise on my face. It would look so bad.

I put on mascara, blush, highlighter, and lipstick. I had packed all of this, but Mr. Antoniano had all of this in the room. Everything I would need was already there. He knew I was coming.

He made his room ready for me.

I keep my hair open to cover the bruise on my neck. I walk down to see him talking to someone on the phone. His voice is strong, and he is in his capo mood. There is a difference between the marco and Mr. Antoniano.

The marco holds no argument. He will kill if he wants to. He will not let anyone go against it. He is cold to people who don't do what he wants. He is brutal to his men.

But Mr. Antoniano is kind, sweet and nice. He respects women. His words are so swoon-worthy that I melt at his words. His eyes, his body, his everything makes me melt.

He turns, and his eyes connect with me. I look away, shy. His gaze makes me want to hide myself from him. I have never had his attention, and now, seeing him look at me is killing me. My heart fluttered.

He walks towards me and forwards his hand. I look at his hand, hesitant. Never, even in my dreams, did I imagine holding Mr. Antoniano's hand. Be his wife. Meet his parents.

Parents.-----

My parents. They don't know all of this happened. Oh my god, how did I forget about this? I am so dumb. I just forgot about my parents, seriously, what is wrong with me?

"my parents," I say, he looks confused at me.

"my parents don't know about all of this. We need to tell them. I have to call them," It's been so long, I have not talked to my mom and dad. I miss them so much. I miss my dad and his warm hug. He whispers sweet nothing into my ear as he hugs me.

"don't worry about them, mom and Dad are going to talk to them," he says, his hand still forward, he doesn't take it back. I slowly place my hand in his hand. My lips shaking at the warmth of his rough hands.

"But, it would not look good, your, I mean the former capo and his wife, talking to my parents, they will be so confused. Maybe I should talk to them about all of this." he nods his head and starts walking, I walk behind him, looking at our joined hands, his hands are big compared to mine. Our hands seem to fit perfectly with each other.

I reach for his shoulder with my heels. I admire him as we walk. His shoulder is so bordered, the suit hugs him perfectly, and the white shirt looks so fucking good on him. He is so sexy. I am going to die.

His hair looks so soft, what would it feel like to run my hand through it? Feel them between my fingers, the softness. Pull them.

I didn't even know when we reached the car because I was so lost in my thoughts. Admiring his face, his body. "moglie" I come out of my thoughts. As he looks at me, I see the car door open; I bite my lips. And move inside the car.

He sits next to me, and the car starts.

What is going to happen?
What will his parents say?
Will they like me?
Will they accept this marriage?

How will they accept this marriage when I am not fully able to take it?

They are his parents. They would like their son to marry someone beautiful, powerful, and sweet who can support their son and be the wife of the capo and virgin.

And I am not even one of these things, not even one. I am covered in bruises, not beautiful, fuck by my body shape. Everything about me is simple and nice. Not attractive and mesmerising.

I look at him, my mind filled with worry.

Am I going to marry him?

My life has been a mess. Is it going to be more messy or finally be a bit nice? I don't know, and that makes me anxious.

Will I be able to marry him? Will everything be okay now?

The car stops, bringing me out of my thoughts, I see him moving out of the car, holding the door for me. I move out of the car, close my eyes, take a deep breath, and my lips shake.

They are not going to say 'yes'.

I know what works and what does not in this world, and I am one hundred percent sure this doesn't. I am ready for them to reject me. I am. But I am nervous about what Mr. Antoniano is going to do with me.

Suppose he gave me back to Rocco. I don't know how I will survive him.

Maybe I will tell Dad everything. Yes, I will tell Dad everything.

We both walk inside the house; it is so big, bigger than Mr. Antoniano's house. The house is grand, but it has the comfort and cosiness that I feel in my house. The touch of warmness and love on every wall. The small touches of flower. Makes me a reminder of Mom. She loved flowers.

We walk into a room, and he gestures to me to sit on the couch. I look at him, and he smiles and nods his head. And I sit down, playing with my hands and my clothes. Nervous about what is going to happen.

The door opens, and Mr Antoniano—I mean Mr Antoniano's father enters. He has an aura that radiates; he is brutal and strong, and he can break you with his bare hands and won't blink an eye.

"right on time, macro," he says, his voice rough. Mr Antoniano nods his head and walks towards his father, hugging him. I smile as they hug. They are cute. They both walk over to the couch. Mr. Antoniano sits beside me and his father on the couch in front of us.

I tucked my hair behind my hair, trying to calm my nerves.

"your mom is getting ready, and you should go and get her. Till then, I will talk to my daughter-in-law"

I nod mindlessly.

Daughter-in- law!!!