V.The Move-1

Alcohol has got to be the best thing to ever grace the earth,it's like a fuck you to all of my problems and inhibitions and that was exactly what I needed at the moment.I threw my head back and gulped the contents of the glass,the Smirnoff vodka burned my throat

"Gotta love being Russian"I mumbled as I straight up chugged the bottle,who needs a cup anyway?

"Mirabella"My mum sing-sang from the hallway.I was in the kitchen wallowing in anger and searching for happiness in the bottom of the bottle."Your ride is here.Are-"

Her words were cut off with a gasp when she saw me,she clutched the pearls around her dainty neck,frozen in the doorway then she stormed in and yanked the bottle from me,her pale face scrunched in disappointment.

"Now,now mum "l yanked the beige trench coat off the kitchen island and slipped it on"Don't go yelling at me now,this might be the last time you see me alive"

"Why do you keep saying that?"She hissed out leading me out of the kitchen,I stumbled in my Lou out in heels walking as straight as I could.

"Because that family hates us,mom"Wakking past,I glared at my dad's study room,the door closed but I knew he was in there.The house staff all lingered,pretending to be cleaning up the already tidy living room just to wish me goodbye in their own little ways with tears in their eyes and sad smiles.

You see,I wasn't the only one that thought I was going to die.

"Don't say that!Your father will not let anything happen to you"She sighed rubbing my clothed arm repeatedly.

The hot sun greeted us the moment we stepped out,it's glow coated my father's mansion in gold.My sister was waiting for me,her skin bright but eyes red and dark eye bags.

"Mira…"She croaked out hugging herself.She looked unlike her usually catered self in old pajamas and fluffy bunny slippers.

I glared at her"I still don't want to talk to you,Elena"

Elena had known about father's plan all along,mom hadn't.

She sighed but hugged me nevertheless,squeezing the life out of me.My shoulders relaxed in her warm embrace,the scent of gardenia and jasmine comforting me.

"I'll follow you to the pick up point"The pick up point was a deserted area far away from my house

I sent a final glance to my dad's window,there he stood staring straight at me with a poker face.I tore my eyes away from him and let my mom and sister escort me to the car that would lead me to where the contraption will smuggle me into my contract husband's house.

~*•*•*~

How cool would it be if i just jumped out of the moving helicopter in the air? I would fall straight down like a fucking anchor cast out,but I was such a coward I glued my fat dearie to the seats.

The pilot had only nodded at me once,his tattooed fingers on the throttle.He looked like the men on the other side.Incredibly buff,olive skin and tattoos on his arms.

"We're almost there"

"Ah,he speaks"

"Ofcourse,Mrs Vitelli"He grunted,i scoffed at the name.

"It's Mirabella Minsky"

"Ah,really?"

"I preferred you when you didn't speak"I huffed and before I looked away from him I could swear I saw a hint of a smirk.

Gosh,Italians.

Moments later the house came into view,smack in the middle of a fenced land that could serve as a whole estate.

The house was large and wide,painted a vibrant white,my nerves kicked up a notch as we began to lower onto the helipad and a little crowd was standing away waiting for us.

There were five men and with the way they stood four out of them were guards,they were covered in black suits with earpieces in their ears.

The one that held my attention was the last person I really wanted to see,as the blades stopped whirling dangerously the man in all black strode towards me,grey eyes pinning me to my seat.

Stretching against his defined muscles were black button up long sleeve,rolled up to his arm to reveal corded biceps with tattoos decorating the surface,he looked different from the last time I saw him,an intentional stubble on his face and longer hair,not too short but just enough to grip onto.

"You might as well take a picture"There it was,that husky voice that warmed my insides.Nah,that's definitely bullshit,the heat curling in my belly and neck was definitely from the vodka.

He was merely inches away from me his large hand working on the shoulder harness.

"I would but the sight isn't worth it"

He chuckled,the dark sound vibrated between us,my thighs clenched just because I was cold,just because of that!"Keep telling yourself that"

His hands reached for my thighs and I gripped them,my eyes widened as I searched his face,Luca then shrugged my grip off like I was a flimsy fly and proceeded to unbuckle the seat belt.

Embarrassment spread through me as I mumbled a low oh while he helped me get down,gosh why did I have to have such a dirty mind?

"I won't do anything you don't want me to do"Luca said calmly,like he was speaking to a child"I'm a man of many things but not a monster to women and children"

I didn't dare look up but that I was definitely surprised he was assuring me,i guess Mr Vitelli wasn't a monster to women after all

"I know that…look,I know we have to do some…some…"

"Just because we're married doesn't mean I'm going to do anything with you.It's just business"I followed him as he led the way into the house

Yeah he was right so tell me why those words made me feel wrong?