Filed to story: Turn The Mafia’s Virgin Wife On
His voice was so loud that I had to cover both my ears with my hands. This man is crazy. He just hit his son to wake him up?! I bet everyone here is crazy!
“…hmmm…”
Unbelievably, Sebastian began to stir and was making slurring sounds. I watched in astonishment as Sebastian suddenly lifted his hanging head upwards into an upright position. Did he just wake up? He woke up…just like that?
“Sebastian! Wake up son!” the boss continued shouting loudly directly next to Sebastian’s ear.
Sebastian suddenly opened his eyes and looked around drowsily. I could imagine that he was confused as to why he was in a church and with so many people. Suddenly, his eyes landed on me before our eyes met. I gasped slightly in astonishment as our eyes finally met for the first time.
I found myself locking gaze with a pair of very beautiful blue eyes as we stared at each other. Me in shock; him in slight confusion. After a while, Sebastian cocked his head to the side in confusion as he tried to figure out what was going on.
Slowly, Sebastian shrugged off the two men who were supporting him as he stood up straight. He was still clearly drunk and in a daze as he tried his best to stand steadily on his own two feet.
“Hands off…” Sebastian murmured in a low voice, his blond brows knitting together in annoyance.
The two men dutifully let go of Sebastian and the boss quickly came to his side to check on his son. Sebastian lifted a hand and felt the wound on his temple which was still bleeding. I was shocked as to why no one had given him any medical attention at this point. He looked at the blood on his hand in confusion after he felt the wound on his head.
“Did I hit my head?” Sebastian asked his father directly.
“No. I hit you on the head with a gun to wake you up! You need to get married right now. This is no time to be drunk!” His father replied, screaming loudly at his son.
Speaking in a calm and collected manner was clearly not the boss’s strong fort.
“Well…fuck…” Sebastian cursed as he wiped his blood on his white blazer, staining it red.
“Proceed with the ceremony. We haven’t got all day!” the boss shouted at the priest who quivered in fear.
This can’t be happening. We’re going ahead with the ceremony? I really have to marry that guy? I felt cold sweat on my body and realized how panicked I felt at that moment. If I marry him, my life is really over. I’ll be stuck with these crazy mafias for the rest of my life.
No…this can’t be true.
The impatient boss grabbed his son’s arm and yanked him forward. I watched as Sebastian staggered a little forward at the force of his father’s pull. However, suddenly Sebastian stopped in his track as if his mind had just thought of something.
“…who is she?” Sebastian asked as he pointed a finger at me.
I’m the girl you’re supposed to be marrying but I guess you don’t realize that or anything else because you are dead drunk, I screamed inside my own head.
“That is your bride, Sebastian!” the boss screamed, clearly losing whatever little patient that he had.
“…she’s not my bride,” Sebastian stated firmly.
Oh…wow. What a turn of events. I was sure that no bride standing at the alter expected or wanted to be rejected by her groom-to-be, but I was thrilled at what I was hearing. Please break off this stupid engagement so I can go home with my grandma. Please!
“What on earth are you saying?! We went over this. If I say that she’s your bride, then she IS your bride!” the boss shouted in his son’s face.
I winced at the aggressive scene in front of me. The other gang members and the guests remained glued to their seat as they watched on in complete silence. I wanted to go home, the church was cold, and I could see from the corner of my eye that my grandma looked paler by the minute. She wasn’t feeling well, I could tell.
“What is…your name?” Sebastian asked me directly, speaking as slowly and as clearly as he could in his state.
I was shocked that he actually spoke to me. I felt his eyes on my face and I felt my words stuck in my throat. Sebastian continued staring at me with squinted eyes as he waited for my answer.
“…Grace. My name is Grace Swift,” I finally managed to say, although my voice sounded shaky and dry.
“Amelia. I will not marry anyone besides Amelia. She is not my bride,” Sebastian stated firmly as he pointed in my direction. He shook off his father’s arm and turned to leave.
“What are you saying! Amelia…Arghhh! Men, hold him down now!” the boss ordered as he pointed his finger at his son’s back.
The men got up from their seat and started restraining Sebastian’s arms and legs until he was forced to kneel on the ground at his father’s feet.
What now? Apparently, Sebastian has someone he is in love with and intends to marry that person. I too have someone I was madly in love with, although, he never wished to marry someone like me…
What happened after that was complete mayhem as the gang members struggled to restrain Sebastian and the boss continued shouting at this son. Sometime later, Sebastian lapsed back into his unconscious state, and no one could rouse him.
In the end, to my utmost relief, the wedding ceremony couldn’t proceed forward. That didn’t mean that I was immediately free from the mafia but at least, I had avoided my marriage for one more day. The men in black escorted my grandmother and I back to her hospital room after I had changed out of my wedding dress.
I never saw Sebastian again that day.
**A few weeks before**
I’m late! This can’t be happening to me! The supermarket promotional sale starts in ten minutes, and I am going to be late for it. I looked down at the grocery shopping list that my granny had carefully prepared and sighed. If I miss the sale and they run out of stuff, we’re not going to be able to get everything within our budget.
I have to hurry. I ran at full speed along the sidewalk leading to the supermarket. I dodged around people, couples holding hands, children on their tricycles, an uncle walking his dog and so many more. However, I had to come to a sudden halt when I almost ran into a slightly plump old man. He must be in his fifties and was dressed in fine clothes like he was from the big city.
I mean, no one at his age dresses this well around here.
“I’m so sorry, Sir. Did I run into you? Are you hurt?” I apologized and fired off my questions at him rapidly.
I think I stopped in time before running into him, but I had to ask to make sure. He seemed shocked to see me apologizing profusely to him. However, in the next instant, he started smiling at me.
“I’m fine, young miss. There’s no need for you to worry. I may look old and a little on the fat side, but I assure you that I am strong and very fit!” the old man replied in a booming voice before laughing loudly.
“Oh…I’m so glad to hear it. Well, then…” I replied happily as I smiled back at him. However, I was very aware of the fact that I was running late. I couldn’t stand here and chat with him forever even if I wanted to.