Lex.

Mrs Russo widens at my words. Even I am shocked. The words just left my mouth without a thought. But it happened, the words came out and felt right. So fucking right.

"Okay, you belong to her, but she will not marry you. She is my daughter, I know, more than you can. And she might have said yes. But you didn't ask us. And you don't have a single right on her," Mrs Russo says, her voice hard and strong. It was filled with only proctiveness for Amora.

"you are right, Mrs. Russo. But truth be told. I like her. Yeah, we just met. But I like her, and I want to make her my wife. I won her," I say.

"She is not a prize to be won", she screams at me, offended by my words.

She should be.

"I am sorry, my words were wrong. But she far better off with me than that bastard."

She laughs sarcastically and looks at me.

"Why is she better off with you? How do you know that? Lex alessandro Antoniano. You don't know anything, and you want to marry my daughter. What you are doing is stupidity, and I am not going to let my daughter be a part of it," she says, her eyes showing her disapproval.

"This marriage is not happening", she says

"no"

"Mrs. And Mr. Russo. The situation is shit, the most fucked. But do you think I will give her a lifetime hell, never? My dad would kill me before I shouted at her. And I am so sorry, but this wedding is happening. I am going to marry your daughter. And both as a capo and as a person, I promise I will do my best to keep her safe and sound. I like her for a fucking short time. But I do"

"how can I trust you?" she asks, her eyes filled with worry for her daughter. Her voice trembling with fear at what could happen to her daughter.

"Don't trust me, trust your daughter", I say, the only one who can convince her parents.

"trust her, trust your formal capo. She wouldn't give your precious daughter to someone who would not take care of her." I say. She looks at me, her eyes filled with water.

"what about people? I will not let anyone say anything about my daughter." Mr. Russo says, moving next to Mrs. Russo.

"I will be clear with you both. They will die. Anyone who speaks a word about her, as much as her name, in the context of anything wrong. Or even say nothing derogatory about her. They die. She is the capo's wife. And she is my wife; the world and the British outfit can't decide who I can marry." I say. Both Mr.and Mrs. Russo are looking at, not saying a word.

Are they thinking about it?

"I will not let anything happen to Amora", I say, and everything I have said is true. Nothing can happen to her, be it I am alive or dead. She will be respected, looked after, protected.

Her every wish will come true.

"Okay," Mrs. Russo says.

"Love", Mr. Russo calls her out, shocked by her words, but she looks at him, holds his hand, and nods at him. And they look at each other as if they are speaking a secret language that only they know. And he nods.

"Okay, you can marry Amora" The moment those words fall into my eyes, a breath of relief leaves my mouth, and my tensed body becomes light.

"But, one tear, and I am taking her back.do hell with you," Mr. Russo threatens me, to which I nod my head.

I am not a capo right now, but just a person who is taking his daughter away from him. I am pretty sure I will be getting these threats from him my whole life.

But it's worth it.

"you should go and bring Amora back; she would be worried", Mrs. Russo says to Mr Russo.

"I will go", I say and move out towards the room. And I stop in my tracks and turn back to see Mr And Mrs Russo looking at me, Mrs Russo's hands on her chest, and both of them giving me death glares.

And for the first time in my life, I was scared.

"may I please have your permission to bring Amora back," I ask him.

Mrs. Russo nods, and I run to her.

I see her sitting inside the car, looking distressed, with lines on her forehead from worrying too much. She is biting her lips, god she will bleed.

I ran and opened the door, she stared at first, but when she looked at me, "What happened?" she asked, worry written on her face.

I hold hands, and a blush starts to creep on her cheeks, they look so soft, I want to bite them.

It is so easy to make her blush; the smallest touch, respect, can make her blush, her skin glowing with a pink tint, enhancing her beauty more.

"Nothing that you need to worry about, moglie. Everything's fine. We are getting married," I say, her eyes go big.

"Mom and dad said yes?" she asked me, all of the worry disappearing and the confusion of who her mom and dad said yes coming to her face.

"yeah, they said yes," I say, rubbing my thumb on her soft skin.

"how," she asked

"Why don't we go inside? And then find out," I say, and she nods, I hold her her hand, and she moves down. We both walk towards the door.

But she stops at a distance from the door. I look at her; she looks at our intertwined hands. What is she trying to say?

"What is wrong?" I ask her, not understanding what she wants.

"you should leave my hand," she says

"why?" I say, why should I leave her hand, her hands feel so nice. Soft and perfect. A sense of peace and calm lingers around me, surrounding me with calmness.

"I get that Mom and Dad said yes, but if Dad sees our hands together, he will kill you," she says, not sugarcoating.

She is right; her dad will kill me.

I leave her hand, and we go inside the room. She sits beside her mom and dad side by side.

"Amor, you are okay with this, right?" her mom asks her

"You can say no, amor. No one is forcing you. Don't give a fuck about him. Say no," her dad says, obliviously trying to get her to say no. Practically trying to brainwash her.

She looks at her mom "No, mom. I want this marriage", she says, and she looks at me.

Her dad is frowning.

But I am smiling like a fucking idiot.