Married to the Mafia Boss

Sofia

Dominic drives effortlessly through the back roads. We’re not rushing now that we know I can’t be tracked anymore. I’m livid that Bruno would betray our family like this.

“We need to warn my father,” I say to Dominic. “He needs to know.”

“We will. Don’t worry,” he growls. “Nothing worse than betraying your family.”

“Bruno is second in command. He wants to be Don,” I explain. “He thinks my father is too soft. Ha! Wait until my father deals with this betrayal.”

We’re on the freeway now, and Dominic turns the radio up. “We need to get somewhere safe. With Bruno being in on everything, I don’t trust even my safe houses.”

I sit forward. “I have friends in New York. Carmila! Carmila lives in New York. We can stay with her. Her family isn’t mafia, and they’re not involved in this mess. We’ll be safe there.”

“I don’t think so. It’s too risky.”

“Bruno doesn’t know Carmila,” I insist. “He doesn’t know who she is or where she lives. I made friends with her online before I came up here. We’ve been friends for three years. We can hide in plain sight.”

I can see he’s thinking about it, and I say, “If it’s not safe when we get there, you can just bundle me up and drive me somewhere else.”

He sighs. “Fine, what’s the address?”

I give him the address, and he nods. “I know that area. I’ll get us there.”

It’s dark out, so I hope we’re not going to wake her. Knowing Carmila, though, she’s at a party or hosting one. She’s a wild child, and I love her to pieces. I know we’ll be safe with her.

As predicted, a party is in full swing when we arrive. “I don’t think this is a good idea,” Dominic says.

“It’s a perfect idea. No one would think to look for us at a party,” I say and climb out of the truck before he can change his mind. He grumbles and follows me, carrying his stupid duffel bag of weapons.

“Sofia!” Carmila shouts when she sees me. She runs over and hugs me. “Oh, it’s so good to see you. I didn’t know you were coming. And who is this handsome guy?”

Dominic looks down at her with a cocked eyebrow, and I place a hand on his arm. “This is Dominic. We need your help, honey. Can we stay here for a day or two?”

“Are you in some kind of trouble?” Carmila asks, wide-eyed.

“A little, please. We won’t be a bother.”

“Well, if you’re staying, let’s get you changed and ready for the party! This way, guys!”

My tanned friend leads us into the house, and I deposit Dominic in one room to shower and change while I go with Carmila.

“Is everything okay?” she asks as I shimmy into some of her clothes.

“Yeah, it’s just family stuff,” I say, smiling. “Thanks for doing this. You’re literally the best.”

“It’s no big deal,” she grins. “Come on, head out. I need the bathroom, and then I’ll come to do shots with you.”

I smile and walk out. I recognize some of the people from previous parties and greet them enthusiastically. I glance around and see Dominic sitting in a corner with a soda. I walk over to him.

“Why don’t you have a drink with me? And come dance?” I hold out my hand.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Dominic snorts and sips his soda. “No thanks, I’m not the dancing kind.”

I sigh. “You know what, Dominic? We’re not on holiday, but you don’t have to be a killjoy.”

I look behind me when I hear Carmila’s voice and say, “I’m going to have a drink and enjoy myself for the first time in days.”

Dominic shrugs. “I’ll be here watching out for you and the guys who want you.”

I shake my head and walk to Carmila, who hands me a red solo cup filled with something that looks like beer. I lean toward her and whisper, “What is it?”

“Cider,” she says. “Don’t worry, it’s good.”

I take a sip and nod my head. “It is good.”

A song comes on that I recognize, and Carmila raises her hands in the air. “Woohoo! Let’s go dance.”

I follow her, and we spend the next hour dancing. I actually get hot and feel like I’ve gone for a jog. It’s nice to relax for once, and I laugh at all the jokes Carmila tells me.

We go to where the drinks are. Carmila and I smile at each other. “Let’s do shots,” she says.

I shrug. “I’ve already had quite a bit to drink.”

“So, where have you been the last couple of days? And where are you going to next?”

It’s an innocuous question, but I remember how Dominic wouldn’t tell me where we were going because it was dangerous, so I say, “Oh, we’ll decide once we’re on the road. We’ve been all over the island, really.”

Carmila nods and holds out a shot for me. “Here you go.”

I shake my head. “I’m actually exhausted. I think I just need to catch my bearings and my breath.” I smile at her. “I’ll be back.”

She drinks her shot and sets mine down. I walk to where Dominic is sitting. I might as well check on him. I glance around and see Carmila slipping inside. She must need the bathroom again.

I sit next to Dominic, letting out a large breath of air. “You sure you don’t want to dance? It’ll keep you fit.”

Dominic shakes his head. “No, you look like you’ve got that covered, Princess.”

I sigh. I give up trying to get him to call me Sofia. I cross my legs and relax. My body is sore from the dancing, and I feel a bit ill from drinking so much so quickly.

“You’ve had a drink with me before,” I point out. “Why not now?”

“I trusted the places I got drinks from then,” he shrugs. “I don’t know what’s in these drinks. I see your friend wants you to do shots with her.”

“I declined,” I say. “I’m not a complete idiot. I think I’ve had enough to drink.”

We both watch as Carmila comes back and talks to a few of her guests. I smile, content with where I am.

“This is the first time I genuinely feel safe,” I comment. “Even with a killer beside me.”

“Don’t let your guard down,” Dominic warns me. “You don’t want to be caught off guard.”

A few guests come over, and one of the taller men says, “Why are you two sitting at a party? Come drink with us.”

Dominic holds up his soda. “I’m the designated driver.”

“I have had enough to drink for now,” I grin at the guy. “Maybe in a bit.”

He shrugs, and the little group goes back to the drinks table.

I try to look at things from Dominic’s perspective, where the danger would be. There are many ways to get into the property, but we’ve gotten rid of the tracking device. It’s not like they know what truck we drove here with or that we were even driving a truck. This is a safe space. I can feel it.

I clap my hands together. “Well, when I prove you wrong, I’ll happily have you pay for a few shots for me when this is over.”