Ruthless Mafia 7

Zorah felt her heart stutter and then restart as she looked up and met the furious blue-eyed gaze of the man towering
over the table.
“You’re in my seat,” he motioned to Micah.
“I don’t think so,” Micah blustered. “We’re on a date.”
“Did she tell you she’s engaged?”
“She told me she’s in an arranged marriage but she’s not going through with it and wants to make her own decisions in
life and love. I support her in her choices.”
She was shaking so hard in her chair, it was vibrating beneath her bottom, but Zorah wasn’t sure if it was rage or terror. A
perplexing mix of both shimmied along her skin but it was the arousal, her body’s acknowledgement of the sexy man
whose rage was so pronounced the entire restaurant was looking in their direction, which left her astounded.
“You support her choices?” his voice was barely audible as he looked back at Zorah, “you’re not going through with the
marriage? You know the repercussions?”
She swallowed her fear and met his eyes, “do what you need to do but I will not marry a man who has such a low
opinion of me he thinks it’s appropriate to go to a club where naked women grind all over his body, video it and then let
it get plastered all over the internet for the world to see. I will not marry a man who thinks so little of me, he would allow
his sexual escapades are internet fodder. I’d rather die.”
“A video?”
“It’s everywhere. I would rather pay the penalty than be your fool.”
“It can be arranged.”
“Then make it so,” she spat back.
He turned his attention back to Micah, “before you think you’re the calvary saving the innocent, let me tell you who I am
and who she will be,” Icaro shot Zorah a hard glance, “marrying on Saturday morning.” He leaned really close and
whispered in the man’s ear.
She didn’t know what it was Icaro said to the man sitting opposite her at the table but to say he paled was an
understatement. He nearly turned translucent, the fear radiating off him so palpable Zorah almost looked under the table
to verify whether he’d we himself.
“Leave,” Icaro gritted through his teeth.
“No. He can’t leave. We’re on a date.”
She protested but Micah was running out of the restaurant like the devil himself was chasing his heels. She almost
squealed with fury as Icaro smirked and took the seat the other man vacated.
“You have no right.”
“You were warned.”
“Why should I have to be a virgin when you’re a slut? You couldn’t even wait a week for your so-called wedding night?
You probably have put a different woman every day on your thing for years.”
“On my thing?” he laughed at her words as he lifted the menu and looked it over. “Cock, honey, you can say cock.”
“I will not.”
“Are you jealous?”
“No. I’m concerned about my sexual health, the ability to bear children if you infect me with disease or if you’re even
capable of creating life given how filthy you body must be.”
“You do know what a condom is, right?”
“Tell me, Icaro, when you have a girl and she puts her lips on your thing,” she stuck with her word, “is it wrapped or no?”
At his surprised expression she didn’t look away. “I might not be experienced in the world of marital relations, but I did
take the mandatory sexual health classes in school. You’d be surprised how much nuns teach us about the things you can
catch if you don’t practice abstinence.”
“You are beautiful when you’re all fired up.” He clapped the menu closed dramatically, “the menu here is shit and the
food is second rate. Let’s go. I’ll find us something better to eat.”
“I am not dining with you.”
“Babe,” he ignored her hiss at his address, “I was working in Boston when I got the call you were being disobedient. I
haven’t eaten dinner yet. You have made me come all the way from Boston to Providence because you were jealous and
in a snit. Let’s make a date of it.”
“I am neither jealous nor in a snit.”
“No?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Zorah, you have thirty seconds to get up from your seat and join me for dinner in a restaurant far more befitting a
Lucchesi bride. Otherwise, my friend who is sitting in your living room in your apartment will go into the bedroom and
put a bullet in the brain of your little friend who is so terrified of your actions tonight she didn’t even hear them come in.
She’s all hidden under her blanket wearing her noise cancelling headphones.”
“You’re a bastard.” Her heart ached with dread.
He pulled his head back in surprise, “look at you cursing like a sailor. Do you need to stop at a church on the way to
dinner in a real restaurant to pray for the sin of a potty mouth?”
She closed her eyes as her heart thudded, “get him out of our apartment.”
“Are we getting married Saturday?”
“Get him out.”
“Are we getting married on Saturday?”
“I want him out.”
“It seems we’re at an impasse. Tell me why it is you value her life over yours. You would be perfectly happy to have your
uncle, mother, yourself all murdered to avoid me, which I admit to finding slightly insulting, yet her you balk at.”
Her uncle and mother had been punishing with under the guise of Gods will since she was a small child, but Sidonia was
the one who held her while she cried over those punishments.
“Sidonia is the line you don’t want to cross with me, Icaro. She is my everything.” Zorah glared at him. “Get your men out
of my apartment and away from her or not only will I not marry you on Saturday, but my family will also be planning my
funeral by my own hand.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m prepared to spend all of eternity in hell for suicide if you harm a single hair on her head.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“I’m threatening me. My life over the last few days has proven it is without much meaning.”
“You would end your own life?” disbelief coated his words.
She kept her back rigid and straight, “what is the difference if I do it or you do it? If I don’t marry you Saturday, I’m dead.
I was hoping to at least live the last week of my life with a bit of excitement and maybe a few kisses. However, if you
don’t get the man out of my apartment right now, I’m happy to die tonight. You kill her and I will make a spectacle out of
my death. One which will humiliate my uncle and you all in one go!”
He stared at her incredulously, “We can walk out of here right now, she lives, and I’ll even give you a few of those kisses
you were hoping for in the last week of your life.”