His Bride: Being the mafia’s princess

TWO WEEKS LATER*

“How many years does it take you to inspect those things, Bella?” Don said, glancing at the phone placed on its stand as he successfully made a U- turn.

“Years? I’ve just spent weeks here, and it isn’t up to a month yet.” Bella defended from the other side of the phone.

“So, you plan to stay for a month?” Don asked in a scoff.

“I didn’t say that.” Bella sang out and he scoffed again.

“When are you coming back?” He asked as he glanced at the phone.

“And don’t you dare hang up.” Don said again, trying to avoid what happened the last time he called her and Bella’s laughter was heard from the other side.

“I don’t know, but, I’ll see what I can do about that.” She replied and Don scoffed.

“You don’t plan to come back anytime soon, do you?” He said, glaring at the phone like it was Bella.

“Maybe, ain’t sure yet.” Bella replied.

“You’re just so unpredictable.” Don said now focusing back on the road.

“Thank God you know that.” Bella sang out again and Don scoffed.

“Will you just stop doing that? It’s annoying.” He said, and Bella’s chuckle was heard.

“How is your lovely wife doing? I hope you’re taking good care of her because I wouldn’t want to come back to hear bad remarks about you.” Bella said again in a warning tone, and Don sighed.

“I don’t know.” He muttered lowly.

“What do you mean by that? Look, you better make sure she’s good. Remember, you have to keep to your part of the deal.” Bella rasped out.

“A deal you forced me to make.” Don mumbled in a scowl.

“I heard that.” Bella said.

“Just keep to your part.” She said again and cut the call.

Don shook his head a little in a sigh as he glanced at the call, which had ended already. His little sister was just more than annoying.

He turned back to the road as he increased his driving speed, but stopped abruptly when a black car out of nowhere stopped right in front of his.

Nobody made a move, so he also decided to wait. He guessed it were some of his enemies and he was quite ready for them, but what was keeping them from coming out of their car?

He was still waiting for the people in the car to come out, so he could deal with them as usual, but then a bullet hit his right arm, and he yelped in pain.

He touched the spot and turned to the direction but saw no one. He turned back to the car which had earlier obstructed his way, but it was no longer there, that was when he knew everything was a planned game to get to him and they succeeded.

“Damn it!” He groaned out, hitting his fist on the driving wheel with gritted teeth. He threw his head backwards on the seat, feeling so pained as blood gushed out of the spot where he was shot.

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Lillian sat on the balcony, taking in the fresh air as she scrolled on her phone with a smile and gulped down her juice.

This has always been part of what she does for the past two weeks, except if Don decided to take her out.

Though, she didn’t understand why he’s been taking her out to where he goes ever since Bella travelled and whatever it was, she was grateful.

“Hey Lillian!” Drake said, breaking into her thoughts and she looked up from her phone.

“Hi!” She replied with a smile as he sat opposite her.

“What are you doing now?” He asked, glancing at her phone.

“Just scrolling on my phone and whatever funny content I see, I laugh at it.” She replied plainly and he chuckled.

“Bored again?” Drake said as she continued scrolling on her phone.

She and Drake had become friends, and he had always been helpful to her.

They were through with their driving lessons and now, she was perfect in it. He was also like the second Bella she had in the house.

“Yeah.” She replied and he smiled.

“Boss didn’t take you out today?” Drake said with a raised brow.

“No. Even his personal guards are around.” She answered, glancing up at him from her phone.

“I saw them in the house too.” He confirmed with a nod.

“Ummm Drake?” She cooed after some seconds had passed as she looked up from her phone again, pausing for a while.

“Can I confirm something from you?” She said, staring intently at him.

“Sure, what is it?” He said, giving her a go ahead nod.

“I once heard your boss deals with international trade, can I know what he trades?” She asked with a questioning look as she put her phone aside.

“Goods.” Drake answered simply.

“Yeah, I know it’s goods, but what types of goods if I may ask?” She asked yet another question.

Drake was beginning to get nervous and guilty at the same time. He couldn’t tell her the truth of what she really wanted to hear, as they were all warned not to tell her anything concerning the kind of business they do. It was like an order and whoever goes against it was going to pay with their life.

“Why are you asking?” He said, instead trying so hard to hide his nervousness.

“I just wanted to know.” Lillian replied with a shrug.

“Is there anything bad if I want to know what my husband does for a living?” She pushed further. She was trying so hard to make him talk and hoped he does.

For some unknown reasons the other day, she didn’t believe Bella, but she didn’t ask further questions because she didn’t want to ruin that moment.

During the days that had passed, she’s noticed something weird and that was either Don was carrying a briefcase to where they were going, or he was bringing it from where they went. These things made her even more curious.

“You should ask him, I’m not in the right place to answer that question.” He shrugged, wishing she could just stop.

“But you are his…….” She stopped talking when he stood up abruptly.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“What is it?” She said again, following the direction of his eyes. It was the gate opening and a car drove in with great speed. She took her eyes back to Drake, but he was still staring.

“Hey!” She tapped his shoulder, but then he ran out of the balcony. She became confused and turned back again to see what might have made him run off and right downstairs, she saw a bloody Don holding his arm as he rested on the car with his eyes closed.

The guards around were already running to him as they helped him into the house.

Lillian stood there for a while, and before she knew it, she also found herself running downstairs to meet them.

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Brandon sat down as he tapped his foot on the ground and blew out a cloud of smoke.

He smoked from his cigarette again and puffed it out trying to suppress his already surfacing anger, but it just didn’t work.

“And where are the damn boys!” He yelled at the boy beside him as he stood up, but the boy only bowed.

He was already running out of patience. He just couldn’t wait to hear the good news, as that was the only thing he wanted right now. Any news other than good would definitely end the life of whoever delivers it.

A car drove in shortly and it caught his attention. Just as he expected, the boys he’s been expecting all came out. He sprang up on his feet as he fixed his gaze on them until they got to where he was.

“How was it? Was it successful? Spill everything out!” He said impatiently with a hostile glare.

“We successfully shot him boss. We took him off guard that he didn’t know what hit him.” One of the boys said, and Brandon’s face lit up as his lips curled up in a smile.

He finally sat down and rested on the chair. Exactly what he wanted to hear. Now, he was satisfied that he finally paid Don back for destroying a package worth a lot of money.

He smirked as he thought of how much pain Don would be in at the moment.