His Bride: Being the mafia’s princess

“The lady who was brought in here a while ago, do you know where her cell is?” Lillian anticipated the obvious answer as she raised a brow.

This was the cell guard, after all, so he would definitely know.

She glanced behind her, hoping Don wouldn’t barge in there at that moment. She wasn’t ready for his questioning, of which she knew would come later on.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but we were strictly ordered not to let anyone in at the moment.” His face looked stern as he uttered this without any remorse.

“Oh.” Lillian nodded slowly and feigned a smile before turning to go.

No doubt, something was going on inside. Or was Don inside as well?

She didn’t leave the area completely as she hid behind a wall, hoping for the guard to desert the place soon. She had a few questions for Clarissa, and she also heard that the hitman who shot at Rex was there, so she wanted to know why Risa did what she did.

A few minutes passed, and the guard didn’t leave his post, this made Lillian lose hope. She would probably come back later or convince Bella to help her.

Shortly, four sweaty looking men, with each looking so rugged, walked out of the cell gate. This picked her interest and she paid more attention.

With the way they walked out freely, she was certain they weren’t prisoners, but still, she couldn’t understand who they were and why they looked that way.

A sigh left her lips after a few seconds of guessing and no one to tell if any of her guesses were correct.

She turned away from them when they approached near and until they were totally out of sight, that was when she decided to leave too.

Almost reaching her goal to leave the narrow and dangerous looking route, someone’s presence ruined her chances and her forehead instantly wrinkled up in a deep frown.

Memories she tried to erase flooded her head and she tried to ignore him as usual, but he was swift to hold her back by her wrist.

“Lillian please, we need to talk.” Drake pleaded, holding firm to her wrist like she would run away if he let go.

“Let me go this instant.” Lillian gritted out and balled her free hand in a fist beside her.

“Please, hear me out first. I beg you it won’t take much of your time.”

“I don’t want to listen, now let me go.” She struggled to free her hand from his tight hold.

As much as she wanted to hear him out, her anger towards him knew no bounds. Besides, if they remained in this position, who knows what he might do again.

There was no one nearby and to top it all, Don could easily barge in on them. Then, what explanation would she give?

“Please, give me this one chance.”

“No, I don’t want to.” She spat out with so much spite.

Drake’s heart sank and slowly, he freed her wrist like she wanted. More guilt washed through him, just as it has been for the past few days.

Without hesitation, Lillian attempted to go.

“Please let me explain myself this last time and I promise I won’t bother you ever again, even if you don’t forgive me.” He rushed his words before she could completely walk out.

Just like magic, she stopped a few meters away from him. This gave him another chance he refused to misuse again.

“I’m sorry for everything, I know I did the wrong thing at the party the other day, but the truth be told, I couldn’t help it. I just couldn’t control myself, but believe me, I totally regret it now.”

“I just lost control of myself and I wish I could turn back the hands of time, then I wouldn’t even dare to come so close to you that day. I know you might not believe all I’ve just said, but this is a guilty me telling you how bad I feel.” After a long heartfelt word, Drake went on his knees as he clasped his hands together.

Lillian turned to face him, and her cold expression immediately turned into that of surprise and shock. Her look softened and she strolled towards him.

“Henceforth, I would make sure to treat you as my boss’s wife and not as anyone else.” He continued when she stopped in front of him.

Lillian heaved out a very loud, sucky sigh and placed her hands on his. His hands felt so cold.

She didn’t say a word for a while. Though, she was already moved by his words and the urge to let go and forgive him was there.

He had helped her once before, so why not help him clear his guilty conscience now?

“I forgive you.” With a sharp, deep breath, she held his hands tight to lift him up.

“Really?” Drake sounded a little surprised from his tone, it was so obvious that he didn’t expect this at all. At least he thought she wouldn’t still forgive him just yet.

“Yes. And you don’t really have to be too serious around me, we can continue being friends.” Lillian nodded with a smile, to which he reciprocated with an even brighter one.

To say he was just happy would be an understatement because right now, he felt he was over the moon. He didn’t expect she would forgive him this easily, but all the same, he was deeply grateful.

“What is going on here?” A sudden deep yet hard voice resounded behind them.

They turned to the direction and their lips parted in surprise.

“Don?” Lillian called out and swallowed hard.

He wasn’t staring at their faces, or rather he was staring at something around them. Lillian traced his eyes to her hands, which were still wrapped with Drake’s.

She let go of the hands immediately, and Drake moved back with the same flow.

“Drake, come with me.” Don uttered coldly and didn’t hesitate to leave the place hastily.

Drake felt somewhat scared, and his expression sold him out totally. He glanced at Lillian before rushing after his boss.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Until they got into his room, Don didn’t say a word. Immediately, a punch landed straight on Drake’s face. He lost balance and fell on the nearest couch when yet another one landed on him.

“What is going on between the lady and you?” Don asked, catching on his breath as he glared at him with so much hostility.

“Nothing.” Drake shook his head immediately.

“Then why were you holding hands?”

“Believe me, boss, there’s nothing going on between us. It’s just a misunderstanding that you saw us holding hands.” Drake gulped down hard, his breath wavering and his heart pounding hard against his chest.

Don’s phone began to ring from his pocket, and he brought it out with so much vexation. After glancing at the caller, he tossed it to the bed. It was just Klaus.

This didn’t stop the phone from ringing again after the initial call had ended.

“Please boss, you’ve got to believe me. I’m not mad to have an affair with your wife.” Drake stuttered when his boss’s hard gaze returned to him.

The phone on the bed wouldn’t stop ringing, and it really angered Don as it was causing so much nuisance to him at the moment.

He stomped towards the bed, grabbing the phone with so much force and looking ready to shun Klaus off, but this time, it was someone different.

A call he had been expecting for a while now, making him less hesitant to answer it.

“Boss, targets have been secured. Should we fire now?” A man’s voice echoed from the phone.

“Do it.” Don mumbled coldly.