Ruby
Vexon's jaw tensed hearing me. I had to talk about the Mafia life in order to understand everything.
He asked, "What about it?"
I arched an eyebrow and said, "You need to explain everything to me."
"Well, let's just say that I got it through family inheritance," he started and I nodded, waiting for him to continue.
He took a sip of his coke before he spoke further, "Kendrik was supposed to be the next Mafia leader of the underworld, but he gave it up at the last moment. This resulted in my mom choosing and sending me to training. So, that's how it began."
So, he did the training and when he returned, he became the Mafia leader. Wait-that means the training he mentioned in the car that day was not study training, it was Mafia training.
"But," I spoke, while he looked at me with his intense gaze, "You're not the leader yet, right? I mean, you returned during Pearl's wedding, so you never got the 'Mafia Leader' title officially, because after that, you married me and we ended up here in Dubai."
"You're smart," he said, looking at me with amusement. "And yes, you're right. Once we get back to the Bevine Mansion, I'll be crowned Mafia King."
"Mafia King?" I asked, mystifyingly.
What? Don't tell me the Mafia has kings and queens...
"Well, we have an interesting system for our underworld. There's a Mafia throne, which belongs to the Mafia King or Queen, depending on who sits on it. I'll get the throne from my mom, once we get back," he elaborated, but my mind kept going to one thing.
Does this mean, I'll be the Mafia Queen?
"And yes, you'll be the Mafia Queen," he clarified as if he could read my thoughts.
Oh dear Lord, no!
"No way! I'm scared of all these things and the Mafia life. There's no way in hell, I'll be ruling the Mafia World," I said in utter shock.
I mean, I never wanted to marry a Mafia in the first place because I was afraid of it. And boom shakalaka! Now, I'll be the Mafia Queen. Oh, joy!
"Well, Gem. You have time to prepare yourself before we go back. So take your time. I just wanted you to know in advance, you know, because I don't want any confusion between us."
Oh my! The way he explained everything and said all the things would melt anyone's heart.
"I don't know. Okay, another question. Why did Kendrik leave the Mafia world?" I asked, knowing the answer but still wanting to hear it just to make sure.
He furrowed his eyebrows. "I know you have connected all the dots. You're smart enough, Gem. But for your clarification, Kendrik left the Mafia world for Pearl's safety. You know how dangerous it is and he wanted to keep her safe," he explained, and as he spoke I couldn't help but fixate on...
Does that mean I will die at the hand of their enemies one day?
"Gem," I didn't notice when Vexon had moved but he was now on his knees, besides my chair. He took my hand from my lap and intertwined his fingers with mine. "I will never leave the Mafia world because everyone has so many expectations from me, but keep in mind, I'll never let anything happen to you."
There was it. The same old dialogue which was given by every male person alive in the world, but I knew, one day, I'll end up getting hurt or worse, killed.
Will I sacrifice my life for a person I barely know and also hate for ruining my life?
I nodded and stood up from my chair as he stood up too. "Let's go back to the hotel," I let out and he called the waiter for the bill.
Once the payment was done, we both got inside the car and were on our way towards the hotel.
"So, will you give me a chance?" Vexon asked while driving, his question expressing just how scared he was for my reply.
"I'll think about it," I answered, making him heaved a sigh.
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We had reached the hotel half an hour ago and freshened up. I wasn't hungry because of lunch, and the same goes for Vexon. So I needed to sleep now.
"I am going to sleep," I said and laid down on the bed before closing my eyes.
"Alright," he said, but it sounded so low because I was already falling asleep.
As soon as I heard the door creak, my eyes opened up. I looked towards the door, where Vexon was leaving the room.
"Where the hell are you going?" I interrogated in an annoyed tone as I sat up in bed. He stopped in his tracks and turned around.
"Well...to sleep?"
I rolled my eyes. "I know that. I mean, why are you going outside to sleep?"
"You're only asking me this after three days. Your curiosity is like dim light," he retorted.
"So, you are going to sleep somewhere else, leaving me all alone in this room? What if so-"
He cut me off with a pissed off look. "None would dare to come in here. And I sleep in the room next to this, in case you didn't know."
"We have a huge couch in this room," I tried to reason out.
"And my height is 6'2," he uttered.
"You can sleep on the carpet," I said with a shrug.
"I would rather sleep in the tub," he remarked, wanting me to strangle him.
I never had the habit of sleeping alone as Pearl used to stay with me until I fell asleep. Now, the thought of me sleeping alone in one of the topmost floors in the Burj-Al-Arab was sending shivers down my spine.
Having no other option, I offered, "Then you can sleep on the other side of the bed."
Vexon was about to protest until he realized what I said. "Wait, you want me to stay on the bed with you? Forget that question. You want me to stay with you?" he asked, in disbelief.
I laid down on the bed, avoiding his question.
He chuckled. "So, now you want to sleep in the same bed as me? I am glad you're not like other women." His remark made me smile, which I tried to conceal.
I know what he meant. Usually, when a married couple was not in love, they didn't even share the same bed, but I didn't care.
I mean, as long as Vexon stayed on his side, I was absolutely okay with it. Besides, why should I enjoy luxury only? Plus, what if a ghost pulled my legs and dragged me out of this country while I was asleep?
I heard the sound of a switch flipping, before the right side of the bed dipped. It felt kinda awkward.
I was sleeping with a guy for the first time. He was right beside me, and despite having placed the soft pillows between us as a boundary, I was still getting this weird sensation within my heart.
What is he?
Your husband, my subconscious spoke. I tried to shove that thinking away.
"Goodnight, Gem," he whispered before I drifted off to sleep.
