His Bride: Being the mafia’s princess

“What are you up to?” The man in a black suit asked as he saw Mark standing at the window.

He was just entering into the room, he made his way towards a couch and took a seat on it, placing his leg on the other majestically.

“Nothing.” Mark replied in a mumble.

The tone behind his voice seemed dry, like he was pissed about something.

He left the window to sit opposite the man as he rested back on the seat.

“I heard you’ve been demanding to see me. Is there a problem?” The man raised a questioning brow.

“Two days ago and you’re just coming to see me.” Mark reminded with a grunting sound.

“You should know very well that I am much busy and I don’t lazy around like you do.” The man smirked and Mark scoffed out, deciding to pretend like he didn’t hear the last part.

“About our plan, how did it go?” He said instead.

“Well….” The man trailed off and stood to his feet.

He walked towards the window where Mark was standing earlier and crossed his hands behind his back.

“We forfeited it.”

“Forfeited it? Why?” Mark’s voice sounded alarming as he turned to look at the man at the window.

“Something happened, and it ruined the party even before it started, so ours was given no chance to take place.”

“What the hell are you spitting out right now? We discussed the other day, and you told me that you had a surprise for him, but now, you’re telling me something different.” Mark sneered loudly as he sprang up.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

“You’re right, but someone targeted him before the time of my planned attack.” The man uttered, still, in a calm voice.

“You mean to tell me that you failed to kill that bastard?” Mark yelled out, louder than before.

The anger that was brewing inside him at the moment was like a fire spewing out of a volcano.

“I didn’t fail. The party ended before my plan could take place.” The man corrected immediately, and it only made Mark scoff out of anger.

He exhaled sharply, trying to reduce his already escalating anger and somehow, it helped.

“Where is he, now?” He asked with all the calmness he could muster.

He was expecting negative news currently, something that would cool him off completely.

“According to my source, the gunshot that was fired at him met one of his personal guards instead.”

And this was it. The one reply that almost made Mark run mad. He pulled his hair as he groaned, grunted, yelled and all the frustrated sounds he could make.

“You know you should take it easy and don’t pull those innocent hairs out.” The man in black glanced at him and scoffed at his reaction.

“I should take it easy? You promised to take him down, and here you are telling me to take it easy? What exactly should I take easy?” Mark threw a series of questions at him, accompanied by an angry march towards him.

“I’ve explained everything that happened, I expect you to understand and not with this childish behavior you’re showing right now.” The man sneered at him and walked past him back to the couch.

“I’m acting childish?” Mark scoffed out and ran his hand through his hair.

“Then that means you’re the most incompetent man I’ve ever come across.” He spat out with so much venom behind his tone.

It was the man’s turn to spring up from his seat. He was slowly becoming pissed.

“Don’t you dare repeat that again, else you might regret it.” He uttered in a calm yet dangerous voice.

“What would you do?” Mark retorted, taking bold steps closer to him. He only stopped when the guards behind the man all brought out their guns to point at him.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” The man replied with a scowl. He signalled the guards to put down their guns, and they did immediately.

“You really underestimate me, and I think it’s because you don’t know who I am.” He added before taking back his previous seat.

Mark didn’t say a word, as he just allowed him to do all the talking. The guns the guards had earlier pointed towards him had suddenly rendered him dumb.

“Sit down, let me do a proper introduction here.” His tone came with so much command.

Hearing this brought some sort of curiosity to Mark, he didn’t hesitate to take a seat opposite him, like earlier.

There was silence for a moment with just their breaths being heard, not until the man in black spoke up.

“You’ve always wondered and asked about my name on different occasions, but I refused to tell you only because I was waiting for a day like this, so I’ll just go straight to the point.”

“My name is Pablo Escobar…” As soon as those words spilled out from his mouth, realization dawned on Mark.

He had once heard about him before and how dangerous he was from his father. According to his father, he was once in the Mafia family but was expelled after he broke some rules and regulations.

Ever since then, no one has heard of him or knows of his whereabouts. But, how come he was in front of him now?

“With that look on your face, I guess you know a lot about me already.” Pablo said after a while.

“I offered to help you because I found out about your harbored hatred towards Lillian.”

“It’s not hatred….” Mark corrected immediately, lowering his gaze to the floor.

“Were you the one sending those texts, offering to help me?” He lifted his gaze back to him hurriedly with a questioning look on his face.

“Yes, which is why you have to abide by everything I say and stop questioning my authority.”

“Speaking of that, why did you offer to help? What thing do you have against her?” Mark asked, ignoring the commanding words he uttered.

He was looking curious to know how he knew everything from the beginning, even when they hadn’t met.

Pablo didn’t answer to this immediately. Instead, he just stared at him and eventually, the door opened and a guard that had been standing outside walked in.

“Boss, your daughter is around.” The guard whispered into his ear.

He glanced at the boy, then stood up from his seat. Without saying a word to Mark, he left the room with his guards.

True to what the guard had come to report to him, Eva was standing there, resting on the wall, not too far from them. She turned to him when she felt his presence and stood straight.

“Father.” She called out with a bright smile.

She walked hurriedly to engulf him in a tight hug, to which he reciprocated gently.

“You’ve grown more beautiful than we last met…” Pablo uttered as soon as they disengaged, and she only chuckled.

“Just go to your room and take some rest now, later we’ll talk.”

“Alright father.” Eva agreed with a nod and walked away, but it was not to her room.

She made a turn to a small gate and signalled for the guards standing there, to open the gate. She bent her head and walked in with a feigned smile.

Her hand went to cover her nostrils as she took a few steps further. The sight in front of her wasn’t so pleasing for the eyes and even for her nose, but, she was still willing to manage it considering why she came there.

She almost had the urge to vomit, but she held it, still maintaining the smile.

This was the plan she had in mind since her father invited her over.

“Hello there, dear partner.” She grinned at him and he slowly lifted his head.

The look in his eyes was something far greater than hatred, and she noticed this, but she didn’t let it get to her.

He yelled out loudly, trying to rage towards her, but it was fruitless as his two hands were chained to the wall separately.

“It’s been a long time, Ricardo.” She added, rooted to the ground with a smirk plastered on her face.