Who was getting married today?
“So, your men are agreeable with the prospect of marriage?” Nico asked.
“Yes. I’m their president. They know I put the safety of the club above all else.”
This was a ploy, it had to be, or Smokey wanted to see how far he was willing to go for their help.
Seconds passed.
No one said a word.
Ugly Beast didn’t mind silence. He was always prepared for the worst though. Silence was always the setup for pain. It was during these moments, he’d prepare himself, be ready in time for the torture yet to come.
Their peace was interrupted by the sound of the door behind being knocked on, and in walked Vigo, holding the arm of a girl.
Ugly Beast didn’t get a good look at her as she passed. Her floral scent filled the air. It was sweet, pure, how he imagined most girls of the mafia families were.
“Ah, Abriana, it is a pleasure to see you again,” Nico said.
“Get your head down, girl. Show some fucking respect.” Vigo pushed her head down, and she did.
Ugly Beast admired her from the back. He’d seen several of the wives as he entered the house, and this Abriana wasn’t like a lot of them. She wasn’t slender. The dress she wore, which fell to her knees, molded to every single curve, and she had a nice ass. The dress was so tight it showed the outline of her panties.
“How old are you, Abriana?” Nico said.
“Nineteen.”
“The perfect age for marriage, and look at those child-bearing hips. You remind me of my mother,” Nico said. “Well, Smokey, come and have a look at her.”
Ugly Beast watched his president walk over to the girl. He lifted up her chin, grabbed her face, turning her this way and that.
“She’s a bitch with a pussy. I don’t know what I’m looking at,” Smokey said. “She got any diseases?”
“My daughter is clean. She is pure. Never touched.”
“Is that right?” Smokey asked. “Your pussy never known a cock, Abriana?”
He noticed her hands were clenched at her sides. She didn’t like this, but rather than lash out at them, she remained silent, her lips pressed firmly together.
“No.”
Her voice was so soft, gentle. She stood out in a room full of men who would likely chew her up and spit her back out.
Smokey turned her to the group.
She had long brown hair, and it was glossy and thick. There was minimal makeup on her face, but he saw her large brown eyes were wide. She was afraid and struggling with being manhandled.
No one said a word to each other as they all looked at her.
Finally, Smokey looked at him. “What do you think, Ugly? You like her?”
He nodded his head, seeing no reason to dispute it. She wasn’t the most stunning woman in the world, or the ugliest. Some would consider her plain, but again, her eyes. He stared into them, and there was something there that struck him hard. There was an instant tug inside him to help her.
“She’s all right,” he said.
Smokey burst out laughing. “This the reason you’re having trouble selling the girl. No one fucking wants her. Wow, in our world, put a virgin amongst the wolves and that bitch would be a slut begging for dick within a few hours.”
Abriana’s face was so red, and she stared at the floor.
Clearly, she wasn’t happy being here in this room. For Ugly Beast, he was pissed off that her father didn’t stick up for her. The men looked bored.
“I’ll take her,” Ugly Beast said, speaking up.
This made her look up.
“Good, because it was going to be you that I picked,” Smokey said. He shoved the girl toward him, and Ugly Beast made sure to hold her. “What do you guys say? We get down to the nitty-gritty basics, seeing as we’re now family.”
Abriana didn’t fight against him. The moment she was steady, he removed his hands from her shoulders and watched the men in the room.
“Is this what you want?” Ugly Beast asked. “Marriage to me?”
“She’ll do as she’s told. She’s a good girl. You don’t have to worry about that. She knows to keep her mouth shut and to be loyal or to face the consequences. All of the women know what to do. You can leave, Abriana,” Nico said.
Abriana nodded her head, but Ugly Beast wasn’t happy. He grabbed her wrist, stopping her escape.
“Did I fucking ask you?” he said, glaring at Nico.
He didn’t like the mafia. In fact, he’d rather shoot them all dead right here, right now. Smokey laughed.
“Do you want to get married?”
Abriana stared at him with startled eyes. She wasn’t going to tell him the truth.
She nodded her head. “Yes, I serve for the family.” She bowed her head like a good little servant, and seeing it set his teeth on edge. He still wasn’t happy.