His Bride: Being the mafia’s princess

Lillian dipped a white towel into a bowl of warm water as she gently wiped the bruise on Don’s cheek with it. Her gaze met his a few times, but she didn’t say a word neither did he yet, she could feel he was staring deeply at her.

The blow Don threw at Felix almost resulted in a serious fight. Fortunately, only one punch met Don’s face, while the rest of the blows were directed towards Felix. It was not until the others came out to separate them and asked the both of them to go home.

Everything happened like a dream to Lillian, though she was grateful Don appeared at the right time to save her from the harassment. She’d never expected for him to come to her rescue, looking that furious.

At first, she thought his anger was targeted towards her, so her heart escalated in fear, but after realizing it wasn’t to her, she felt relieved and happy.

For the first time in their marriage, he didn’t lash out on her when something like that happened. She didn’t know how to thank him, especially since she had made it so obvious that she was mad at him.

She heaved a sigh and stood up, carrying the bowl with the towel in it along. She was done with wiping the blood, just left with applying some ointment and she would be relieved of guilt.

In less than a minute, she was done applying the ointment and made to return the first aid box, but she was drawn back with so much force that she landed on Don’s thighs.

A gasp escaped her lips as the box fell from her hand to the ground, seeing what Don just did. “What’s wrong?” She gulped down nothing.

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That question seemed stupid to Don’s ears because Bella had already explained everything to him-the reason for her anger, still he was asking the obvious.

Maybe, it was because he just wanted to initiate a conversation first. He missed the chatty Lillian, who tries to act against his judgement at times, using the rights as his wife.

Lillian didn’t reply, instead she turned her gaze away from his intense gaze, making him exhale lightly.

“I killed my father in my teenage.” He suddenly uttered that, Lillian was forced to look at him with widened eyes.

He didn’t say a word for a while, and it made Lillian so curious about what he meant. Was he unexpectedly playing a trick on her?

*Flashback….

Little Donald was as always training tediously as he stood on his hands, his legs spread wide in the air with two cups of hot water placed each on his feet.

He was tired, no doubts, and felt giving up but the thought of the water pouring on him in the process, scared him to the bones that he dared not move an inch, regarding the pains he felt.

The guards were watching him and were definitely going to deal with him mercilessly as per his father’s command if he dared to.

Shortly after, a voice was heard. Little Donald managed to look, and it was his mother, she was pleading after his father to stop the training, but he paid deaf ears.

He got to his son, then glanced at one of the guards, “How long has he been like this?”

“About fifteen minutes, boss.” The guard replied with a respectful bow.

“And the cups?”

“We refilled it a few times.”

“Let him be like this until you hear my next command.” Mr. Dean made an announcement that made Mrs. Dean shocked and Donald only swallowed.

“Why are you this heartless? I’ve been pleading with you to stop this stupid training, only for you to do this?”

“Whatever I do, I do for his wellbeing, and no one would tell me what to do with my son. He is a man and this is a part of his journey.” Mr. Dean shot her a dangerous glare, but she didn’t let it move her.

“You’re not doing anything for his wellbeing, instead, you’re trying to kill my son, but I won’t let a devilish man like you have your way….” Having said this, Mrs. Dean stomped towards Don and began to free off everything that held him down, including making him stand on his two feet.

“Mummy is here for you and would protect you…” She pecked his lips and hugged him to her bosom.

This took the guards unaware, but before they could make a move, their boss had already hijacked the woman from her son and was choking her with so much venom on the rails.

“No one dares go against my orders, and that includes you!” His eyes were filled with so much rage, scaring the hell out of the fragile woman in his hands.

She gasped and fought against him, but it was all fruitless. This continued for a while until there was no more life in her, was he satisfied. He tossed her to the wall nearby, resting on the rails to calm his nerves.

Little Donald could only stare helplessly as his mother was being mistreated just because she tried to protect him, but when he realized she was no longer moving, he rushed to her side immediately.

“Mummy?” He called out in a shaking voice.

He shook her, but she didn’t move.

“Mummy, please get up. Your son needs you. Please, stand up and tell me you’re fine.” He called out again, this time, with tears rolling down his cheeks.

His little mind was already giving him the obvious answer, but he wasn’t ready to accept it.

“Mummy, please don’t leave your children, especially me. Who would protect me if you go? You said I could always run to you for help, but you’re trying to leave me now. Please wake up.”

Watching little Donald trying to wake his mother up, the guards couldn’t help but to feel for him. None of them wanted this, but they all needed to follow orders as that was the rule.

All this doesn’t seem to affect the angry man who just slipped life out of his wife. Just a glance at her lifeless body, he uttered, “Get her body buried.”

Little Donald suddenly felt anger wash over him. He just killed his mother, only to react like this – nonchalantly. He glanced at the man who had now turned to leave the place and bolted to his feet immediately.

Not bothered about the eye blinding tears in his eyes, he stomped after his father and before the man could turn back to him to say ‘jack’, he pushed him down the stairs with all the energy he could muster.

Bang! Mr. Dean landed on the last staircase, in his pool of blood.