His Mafia Queen

Aria's POV

"You have two choices, you get married to me, or I will kill your family." He grins.

How could one gain happiness from the pain of others? My gaze catches the tears of my mother, never have I seen her cry before. One of his men stands beside Luke, and the barrel of his gun is pressed against Luke's forehead. My little brother shivered in fear, my eyes met my father who held back his tears, and trails of blood followed his arm.

I can't get them killed, I know I won't be able to forgive myself.

"You will let them go." I started. "I will get married to you," I whisper. A tear slips out of my eyes, what choice did I have?

"That's a good girl." He smiled, and his eyes met mine. "If you try running away, I will kill them most ruthlessly, I won't even give you the joy of having them buried, I will feed them to my dogs." He says.

"Please," I whisper. "I will marry you," I added and he nodded.

"I will be waiting."

My eyes met my reflection, I looked like the most lifeless bride. My eyes were puffed off from the crying, I no longer had tears in my eyes. I tried to smile, but I couldn't. I walked into the closet my gaze met a dress I was supposed to wear that day.

"Are you thinking of running?" I hear a voice coming from the door, I swirl around and I meet a beautiful woman. The red lipstick tainted her lips, her blonde hair sat gently on her shoulder, and her creamy skin added a great touch to the dress she wore, she wore a blue dress that stopped by her knees.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I am here to get you ready." She says and I nod.

I didn't have it in me to fight anymore, I knew I couldn't. She started with my hair, she tried to make conversation with me.

"You look beautiful, we have to do something about the eyes." She says and I give her a weak smile. After she was done, I stared at my reflection I looked great, I looked like a princess, a lifeless princess. Anyone could tell from my eyes though she did a great job covering up the eye bags.

"Now the dress." She smiles.

"What if it's not my size," I ask, I was trying to get my way out of this marriage. He can't possibly know my size.

She smiles at me, it fits like a glove. A white dress with a silk lining that laid against my skin.

"Can I have a minute?" I ask and she nods.

I am a bride to the devil.

"You look miserable." I heard a snarky voice, I didn't have to turn to recognize the voice. I heard her familiar footsteps paddling against the floor as she walked toward me.

"Smile! You know he won't like the tears." She says and I nod.

What choice did I have? She handed me some tissues to wipe my tears.

"I am sorry it is happening this way." That is the sweetest thing she has said all day. "I'm sorry this is how you will get married," she says and I smile.

Maybe it won't be bad, she helped me with my makeup, and I wore a fake smile. I couldn't cry anymore, all tears were lost.

"Are they going to be there?" I ask I can't believe I would be getting married without my family, it has always been my father's dream to walk me down the aisle.

After all, I am his only daughter.

"I'm sorry." She whispers and I nod, I know what that means. She took my shaky hands walking me down the hallway. I let out a breath, thoughts flicked through my mind.

I can do this.

"Can I use the bathroom before we leave?" I whisper and she nods.

I thought of running while I was in the bathroom, numerous thoughts flickered through my mind if only I could fit into the bathroom window, if only I was strong enough to hit her and run. She has been nicer to me than any I have met, I could never do that to her.

"Are you ready?" She asks and I nod.

I was handed to a man I had never seen, I heard the sound. I couldn't look, I was unable to see everyone watching me walk down the aisle.

My gaze caught Elijah who stood beside the priest, I fought the tears trying to fall. This is the first time I have had a good look at his face since he barged into my home.

His blue eyes held so many emotions, one that masked it off was anger, the suit he wore hugged his muscles tightly, and a few buttons were undone showing a good amount of his tattoos.

"We gather here today to celebrate love, to celebrate the love of Elijah and Aria. Marriage is the greatest form of celebrating love." The priest says.

My gaze didn't leave his blue eyes, it was filled with dominance, admiration, and love, no I must be wrong.

"Aria." I hear a voice bringing me out of my thoughts.

He stares at me. "I do," I whisper. "I do," I say again loudly earning a smile from him.

He gently places his lips against mine, he places his hand against my waist pulling me closer. I felt a tight grip on my waist, causing me to let out a gasp, he took it as an opportunity to deepen the kiss. I didn't kiss him back, I couldn't. Not only that, but I hear cheers coming from the crowd.

"Mrs. Klein." He whispers against my lips.

I am married to the devil.

We walked down the aisle together, they were celebrating my doom. A tear slips out of my eyes, I quickly wipe it before he can notice. It is not my intention to make him mad.

"Where are we going?" I asked in a polite voice.

"Our reception, you, will change before then." He says coldly. His hands left my waist when we walked out, I know I shouldn't expect much from him. I did think he would be nice to me.

I watch him drive off.

"Rebecca," I muttered.

"Let's get you changed, you can meet them after the reception." She says and I smile.

I felt relief knowing he hadn't killed them, we got into the car and drove away. By the time we got to a hotel room, I had never heard of. It looked lavish.

"Get changed, we have to be there before Elijah." She says and I nod.

I got changed into a black dress, the straps hung on my shoulder, it had a sl*t. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, the makeup hides my pain, it hides my reality, the person I am.

"How do you know Elijah?" I found myself asking Rebecca. She is nothing like him, she treated me more humanely than he has ever had.

"He is my brother." She mutters against her lips and my eyes widen.

She is nothing like him, he is rude and entitled.