SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN

The moon took its place in the sky, covering the city with a ray of light. Ashley examined herself in the full-length mirror in her room; her hair was packed in an elegant updo that left a few bangs on her face; there was a veil in the back of her head; she was wearing a sexy white dress that was slim at the waist region but had a puff at the end that was almost reaching the ground but was prevented from touching the ground by her heels and height.

The dark red lipstick she was wearing outlined her beauty, making her look extremely beautiful. She took a deep breath before grabbing a lily and rose bouquet that was on her makeup desk. She heard a knock on the door and turned to look at the door. Dave and Jake were standing at the door dressed in stylish black tuxedos. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Dave inquired entering the room.

“Yes, I want to do it, and I have to do it. If not, my father will be gone before Noah gets married to me.” She replied. “I think it’s a good thing to rush the wedding so you can save your father’s life early.” Jake said with a toothy grin.

Ashley and Dave shot him death stares at the same time. “No one asked for your opinion, Jaake.” She said dragging his name in disgust. She walked over to Dave, who lifted his right arm for her; she put her hand around his and walked toward the door with him. Jake opened his mouth wide in surprise as his head followed them around; he smiled, adjusted his white tie, and ran after them.

Dave led Ashley into a black Rolls Royce, where she settled into the back seat while he took the steering wheel, and she noticed Jake running into the garage in the rearview mirror. “Step on the gas,” Ashley declared.

He hit the accelerator and started driving out of the garage, while Jake just ran toward his car that was in the garage. “Have you told Noah that I want to get married to him?” she inquired, putting her veil in front of her. “Oh, about that, I called him several times and sent him messages telling him about it, but I am not sure if he has read the messages, but don’t worry, the priest I have invited will tell him when he gets there.” Dave said. She sighed, folding her hand across her chest. “I can’t believe I am getting married.” She muttered and chuckled.

“I have never thought of being a housewife because I don’t want to be a slave to any man or be limited to him… you know I love to have fun, and I am still trying to get over my sex addiction; I have been sex deprived for years…” Jake cut in.

“You mean days, my queen,” he corrected. “It’s the same thing; I have been stuck trying to solve this mystery, and after Noah gives my father the antidote, I am going to torture him and make him wish he had never gotten married to me before divorcing his sorry ass.” She remarked with a grin. “I don’t know why that Noah of a guy is bent on marrying you, but I have a feeling he has some ulterior motives.” Dave said. “…it wouldn’t be as vile as mine.” She said with a scoff as he drove off at great speed.

Xander arrived at Ashley’s gate after she had left the house holding the iron bars, peering into her mansion, when her security guard walked over to him and opened the turnstile of the gate, allowing him into the mansion. “W-Where is the owner of this house?” Xander asked with his face covered in sweat, like he had run to her house. “Firstly, who are you?” The security guard asked, folding his hand across his chest with a serious face.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“I don’t have time for that. Have you seen this woman?” Xander asked. “If you don’t know her name, I am not going to tell you.” The security guard said attempting to walk away. “Wait! I know her name, her name is…her name is…” Xander murmured, trying to recall the name she told him; he didn’t know his life would come to this when he would have no choice but to go to Ashley for help. “What’s her name, pretty boy?” The security guard said with a serious face. “Wait… I think it’s Ash, Ashley!” Xander exclaimed. “That was a wild guess; what are you looking for anyway?” He asked.

“I have an appointment with her, see. I have been trying to call her, but she isn’t picking up my calls.” He said she was flaunting Ashley’s business card. The security guard rested his eyes on the card and responded. “You miss her; she just left for her wedding.” He replied. “Where did she go? Where is her wedding?” Xander asked. “Pay up, I will tell you.” The security guard said. Xander quickly shoved his hand into his pocket, taking out a few dollars that the security guard snatched from him.

Dave packed the car in front of the venue where the wedding was being held. There was jazz music coming from the hall, and a lot of elegant couples were walking along the red carpet as they walked into the hall. There were reporters standing around the entrance, taking pictures of everyone.

Ashley didn’t know the place would be so crowded. A lot of people going into the hall didn’t look decent; they were dressed in gangster outfits that had their names scribbled on the back. “I didn’t know Noah knew a lot of people.” Ashley commented. “Come on, I will walk you down the aisle; the priest must be with him.” Dave said as he stepped out of the car; he opened the door for Ashley; she extended her hand to him as he helped her get out of the car, closing the door in less than a second; they were surrounded by reporters who were photographing them without their permission, flashing their blinding lights in their faces.

“Today we are all here to witness the wedding of the daughter of Lugard, a well-known gangster in Miami. Although he has committed a lot of crimes, he manages to get away all the time we…” The reporter couldn’t finish her speech as she saw Ashley standing next to her. Ashley took her microphone from her and tossed it to the floor like a madwoman, giving her a death stare, while Dave was pulling her away by the hand. “Stay out of my business, bitch!” Ashley verbally abused the reporter, who was frightened.