A Bride For The Mafia King

BIANCA POV

“Wait… he slapped me first,” I murmured, trying to keep up as he dragged me down the hall. He yanked me inside and locked the door with a click that sounded like a verdict.

“What do you want to do?” I asked, stumbling back, wrapping my arms around myself.

He didn’t answer with words at first, a wicked smile formed at the end of his lips. “You’re going to be punished, so next time you won’t be faster than your shadow.”

“Faster… I was trying to teach the boy a lesson,” I said, voice small.

He shoved me forward until I hit the bed. “Stop it,” I cry.

“Every word you utter will be counted in drops of your sister’s blood.” His fingers tightened around my wrists, my eyes widened. I went mute, watching him like someone watching a storm, I couldn’t let Nina pay for my mistakes.

He flipped me onto my stomach and pressed me into the mattress. His hand pressed against the back of my neck, firm and unyielding, he used his other hand to drag my jeans down exposing my bare ass. “There are rules,” he whispers, close enough that I could feel the cold of his breath. “Rules you have to follow, do not touch Miguel. You’re here to be useful, not to punish him. I decide when punishment comes.” He slaps my ass.

I tried to wrench free but he squeezed my wrist harder. “You will stay with Miguel at all times. If you leave this room without permission, I will make sure you never walk the same way again.” The threat wasn’t loud, it didn’t need to be. Enzo never raised his voice, he speaks calmly even with that his voice sends chills down your spine. “You got that?" He spanks my ass again and again, I could feel the sting.

He loosened his hold enough for my breath to come ragged and shallow. “Every decision you make influences your sister’s life,” he repeated, his voice flat. He released my wrists but kept a hand on my shoulder, a permanent reminder that I was not free.

I lay there, my palms pressed to the sheet, the room full of his quiet menace. I had been dragged into his world, a world that felt like prison. His phone buzzed sharply at the corner of the bed. He reached for it, then pick the call and nodded. “The Don wants to see me,” he said.

He cut the call and his gaze met mine. “You are not allowed to leave this room till I return." Before I could respond, he was gone. The door clicked shut, leaving me in silence, my fingers dug into my arms, trying to steady myself.

Then i heard a small shuffle at the door, the door creaked open and Miguel peeked in with a cheeky grin on his face. “Hey,” he said, his voice teasing, “looks like I get the new babysitter all to myself.”

I swallowed hard. “I… I’m not here to…”

“Don’t talk,” he interrupted, hopping into the room. “Enzo said I’m supposed to behave, but I don’t care. You’re stuck here, so I might as well have some fun.” He bounced on his toes, his arms crossed. “I don’t like you, not one bit.”

I blinked, caught off guard by the bluntness. “You… don’t like me?” My voice shook.

“Nope,” he said, sticking out his chin proudly. “And you can’t make me. Enzo brought you, but I decide what I think. So far… I think you’re boring.”

I hugged myself, I felt like spanking his ass so much he starts crying. He was just a boy, small and harmless looking, but the confidence in his voice made my stomach twist. “ I don't like you either, Enzo brought me here to help. “

He laughed, then went quiet. “Help? Hah! I don’t need help. I don’t even know what help means.” He leaned against the wall, one leg bouncing, his dark eyes studying me like a tiny general. “If I don’t like you, Enzo might send you back where you came from. Or worse… maybe he’ll punish you himself.”

I roller my eyes, even a ten year old could wield his influence here, I had to be careful for the sake of my sister.

“I… I won’t make mistakes,” I whispered, more to steady myself than him.

Miguel smirked and wriggled his small shoulders. “We’ll see about that. You’ll have to earn my trust first.” He paused at the door, tilting his head with the mischievous cunning only a child could pull off. “And if I decide I don’t like you… don’t expect Enzo to save you.”

The door clicked shut, leaving me alone again. I pressed my palms to my face, my mind spinning.

What if he really hates me? I thought. Will Enzo punish me, or send me away?

Then a thought struck me. Maybe… maybe I can use him. If I can get him on my side, he could be my key to survival or my way out. What if I use Miguel as a pawn, will he be my key to freedom?