Chapter 7 A Blood Sucker

~ROSINA~ I stare at my father, as I can't understand what is happening anymore. I believe marriage right is to be fully performed before moving in with the so-called husband,he had arranged for me, and right now as he speaks, I am engrossed in my own dark shades. I was left in a lion den, and even with that, he's asking me to move in with him immediately, without a proper wedding. I believe that's what normal couples do, oh I forget this is just a marriage of convenience and there's nothing proper about this arrangement. "Yes, Rosina, Lorenzo doesn't want this to escalate; you are to move in with him immediately. That way, he can finalize the deals, and our company will stand out once again." He tells me with full confidence as he sips from his drinks. "You don't mean it, father,you actually wanted me to move in with him just after the engagement party. Father, are you for real?" I don't know what to do right now. And the only thing going through me was to escape the reality of everything going on in my life, no matter how I tried to ignore the problem in my life right now. They still remain the same, ticked and well played out, as if my entire life had been nothing but a movie script that I was made to follow. They make the rules, and I go by them. "We have no choice; the company is on the verge of closing down, and the only way to revive it was to agree to his terms. What's the big deal about this? You both are getting married anyway." He shrugged, and I smirked. I gave him the look that if only you weren't my father, then I would gladly kick your fucking ass, for hell knows. He's supposed to save me from this; he's my father and my only redemption from the darkness evolving around me, yet he's the one maintaining this hurdle in my life right now. "Father, this isn't fair on my part; you should be my only source of hope, and you should be my redemption," I mumbled as my heart skipped rapidly. The only composure I have right now is that I was well brought up, and damn it, I wish this man wasn't my father. "I don't want this father; I won't move in with him." I declared, and he shrugged. "Well, you've got no choice for real. He's already waiting for you outside, and your luggage is all ready; they should be in the car right now." So he tells me, and I shrink under his voice as the door to the sitting room flung open and Lorenzo.The man whose name commands respect. He's calm, yet his appearance is dangerous. I watch as the man who's Dark!! Cold blooded!! Viscous!!! Merciless!!! Callous!! In all, an unforgiving criminal Lord of all crime associates steps into the room with a cheeky yet dark smirk on his face. "Ready to move?" His frosting, unyielding, yet icy cold voice waves into the room when he asks the question, and I wouldn't deny the fear that is gripping on me. "She's ready to be taken!" Father answered instead, and my heart instantly skipped. Even as I glared at Don Lorenzo De'Russo's with steely defiance, an icy fear gripped my heart. I knew better than to show my weakness in front of him, but the cold dread coursing through my veins was undeniable. My composure might have been fierce as I looked through him, but inside I was battling with a storm of terror. Each step he took toward me only amplified the silent panic that coursed through me, which I have been fighting to suppress. "I... I... I..." I found myself stuttering when his cold-blooded demeanor overshadowed the rooms this instant. His dark aura sent chills down my spine, his closeness a velvet of both fear and sensation, which I couldn't control even though I thought I could. How was I supposed to survive a night in this demigods house? Even his dark aura, which sends shivers down my spine, was supposed to be a shallow of darkness that may send fears prickles all around me, but amidst my fear, I found myself drooling all over him and wanting him. "Ensure she's well taken care of; she's my treasure, and I wouldn't be trading her for anything," my dad told him, gripping my hands close for a hug, but I was quick to move away before dad could come closer. "You don't have to tell me what I know better than you. If she's your treasure, as you claimed, I bet you'll see the desperate need to protect her rather than sell her off to me. “His words were straight to the point, with his cold demeanor, which rendered my father speechless. I could see the looks of pain and disappointment in my father's eyes as he glanced through mine. "I should go, "he mumbled. His men immediately flooded the room, one after the others. "Here's a starting point for you, you demanded it and I answered" he stated coldly, with his men dropping a suitcase of money on the table. Dad nodded to him. "I bet that settles this; you can now move an itch from my bride; never in this world is she's yours again; she's my possession only, and I don't mind sharing her with you anymore," he declared. "Off we go, wifey." He rendered his hands towards me, and I was frightened when mine came into contact with him. This man didn't give me an option; just like my father, I was someone who was offered to him for trade, technically sold off as the case may be, and neither my voice nor my opinion counts. My life had changed drastically, and not only that, I had been tamed by a Mafia man—not any Mafia man, but the ruthless of all Mafia clans, who only see blood as nothing but a sprinkle of water. He's a blood sucker, a vampire, even though he's not one, and yet my father is letting me off to the lion den. How was I supposed to survive a month with the man, whose only mission was to deal on crime, when his mission contradicted mine?