His Mafia Bride

Alina

I emptied my insides into the bucket placed next to me. Sighing, I flopped my head back against the cold wall and leaned my back on it. My chest heaved rapidly and heavily with sweat coating my forehead and temples. This was the fifth time I was vomiting just this morning.

I hadn’t spent an entire day in this cold cellar yet I was already feeling so irritated by the conditions of the cellar.

I couldn’t sleep last night. I cried my eyes out, my cries resonating through the walls of the cellar and bouncing back at me.

Nobody bothered to check on me, but instead they all enjoyed hearing my dying wails.

To Dante and his capos, I was nothing but a traitor and an enemy.

They no longer saw me as Mrs Morelli but now as Alina Fedorov, the daughter of the enemy.

I could barely speak any more and my body itched me badly.

Rodents ran past my legs at intervals, giving me a fright every now and then. Everything still felt like a horrible nightmare to me–a horrible nightmare that I was begging to be awoken from.

Time and time again, my brain would recollect the memories, playing back the events that just happened hours ago downstairs and still nothing made sense to me.

How did my marraige crumble in the blink of an eye?

How? I was planning on telling Dante I was pregnant but now Dante hates me more than ever.

He limited my life to just seven days. He would finish me off in seven fucking days and send my coprse back to the man I called my father.

Fuck! I hated Nikolia right now. He never treated me well and forced me to marry his rival.

I accepted with a heavy heart and he never for once came to check up on me but the day he finally called, he made sure to destroy my marraige and my life.

I was being very sincere to Dante and yet he didn’t believe a single word I said. He called me a liar. He thinks I am two faced.

He says I faked my love for him but I didn’t.

I loved this man dearly more than anything.

I wanted to just spend my life with him.

This pain I felt was shattering my heart into pieces and crushing to smithereens, my entire life.

My marriage was crumbling and I can’t seem to do a thing about it.

My mind shuddered at how ruthless and brutal Dante could be.

The scarlet blood stains which decorated his shirts whenever he returned home served as a reminder to me in the kind of man I was married to.

I still remembered how he shot the co-pilot and air hostess in the most gory disturbing sight ever. It sent cold chills down my spine. Was I going to die in such manner?

I was in the middle of a very deadly plot and there seemed to be no way out.

Tears trickled down my cheeks and I sobbed bitterly, downcasting my head.

My ears then picked up the sound of footsteps approaching me.

I quickly veered my eyes up hoping it would be Dante as he hasn’t seen me since he sent his guards to dump me in here but my gaze held the familiar orbs of Enzo.

“It’s you” I whispered, my voice shaky.

He nodded and crouched down next to the iron bars of the cellar that seperated both of us.

“Alina how are you?” He softly asked.

I shook my head, trying so hard to stifle back my tears but I failed miserably in doing so.

“I am dying Enzo. I’m innocent. I want to see Dante please. He literally thinks I’m lying to him. I can swear on my life that I have no clue of what is going on” I bemoaned in tears.

“Alina be honest with me” Enzo requested, concern for me written all over his features.

“When Dante told me you had been faking and pretending to love him all these while just to get information out of him concerning this mafia, I found it absurd. You are too innocent to do that”

At least one person believed me. I cried grasping on to Enzo’s fingers through the spaces in the bars of the cellar.

“I’m innocent. Nikolia is setting me up please. I don’t know why he would do this to his own daughter” I told Enzo.

“Dante won’t believe you Alina” Enzo sadly said.

“I know” I concurred, gazing intently at Enzo.

“He wants to kill me within seven days” I whipped my eyes from his and stared at the only little window provided in my cell.

Silence interluded the atmosphere, sadness being the ambience.

“Would it be painful though?” I asked out of breath with my eyes still stationed at the window.

“What?” Enzo questioned me.

I faced him. “My death. Will it hurt? How does he plan to kill me?” I inquired struggling to control my tears from spilling.

“Alina don’t ask such questions. It’s saddening” Enzo replied with a sigh.

“But that’s the reality now. Nobody can save me. Dante always keeps to his words. Please Enzo beg Dante to be gracious to me and give me a swift death. I want to be past my pain in an instant” I smiled faintly at Enzo.

“Alina…” Enzo stared at me with so much empathy.

I at once let out a chortle. “Tell him to cut off my head instead with a guillotine. That’s less painful” I laughed more.

Enzo just stared at me, his eyes having a faraway look in them.

“Mum always told me I have a small head and a neck. She teased me that any slight blow could make my head roll off. So I bet that would be less painful and more swift” I said in between laugh.

“Alina… you won’t die ok” Enzo tried giving me false hope but I shook my head and released my hold on his fingers.

“I will and there’s nothing you or anyone can do about it. I just hope my memories with Dante still matters to him” a lone tear trickled down my cheek as I spoke.

Enzo hummed and stood up.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Are you going Enzo?”

He nodded at me.

“Please do tell Dante to be gracious to me and give me a painless death. Please” I pleaded with teary eyes. That was my last wish to him.

Enzo gazed at me for long before he nodded. His lips were pressed in and I could see he was struggling to contain his emotions.

My lips broke into a smile and I waved at him.

Watching him go, the tears that I fought to stay hidden flooded out.

I was all alone in this battle.

But atleast, I want to face my death with dignity.