The Mafia Twins' Bride

The silk sheets stuck to my body like a second skin. My head pounded so hard like it would split open. I bolted upright, my heart slamming hard against my ribs, as I stared at the heavily tattooed arm pinning me to the bed.

I didn't know this bed nor did I know this man. A gun glinted on the nightstand, scars cutting across his knuckles and shoulder. I knew this was definitely not my fiancé's place. Gosh I'm in a deep mess right now.

I swung my leg toward the edge, reached for the black dress crumpled on the floor. My phone buzzed nonstop on the nightstand; fortyseven missed calls from my sister and my fiancé. Messages flooded in faster than I could read.

A deep voice rumbled beside me, lazy but dangerous. "You're not going anywhere." His fingers locked around my wrist before I could pull away. He didn't even open his eyes fully, like he already knew he had trapped me in his tight grip.

I twisted hard, my voice coming out hoarse. "Let go. I...I was drugged. This wasn't supposed to happen." He finally looked at me. Dark eyes. Sharp jaw. The kind of face that made people cross over to the other side of the road. A slow smirk tugged on his lips. "Drugged or not, you're in my bed now, sweetheart."

My stomach dropped. "Who the hell are you?" "Dominic Valencia." He said it like the name explained everything and it actually did. Everyone on the East Coast knew Dominic Vale, the strongest mafia boss, the one who took what he wanted even if it meant burning down everywhere. "And the whole city already knows you spent the night with me."

My phone kept vibrating. I lunged for it with my free hand. Dominic didn't stop me he let me grab it without loosening his grip. He just watched, amused, like this was all part of his plan.

The screen filled with notifications. Grainy photos of me stumbling into this building last night, my dress slipping off my shoulder, laughing in a way that didn't feel like me. Hashtags everywhere. #ValeMistress. #EngagementOver. Numerous comments calling me a slut, a golddigger, a traitor. My face turned pale. "This can't be real..." I muttered.

Dominic sat up slowly, his muscles shifting under that inked skin. The sheet slipped low on his hips. "It's real. Your sister made sure of it."

My head snapped toward him. "What did you just say?" He shrugged one shoulder, casual as hell. "She wanted your fiancé for herself. She slipped something in your drink at that party. Pushed you straight to my door. Nice plan. Messy, but it worked." I yanked harder against his hold, my anger cutting through the panic. "You knew? And yet you allowed this to happen?"

"I don't let things happen, Lila." His voice was calm, but his grip tightened just enough to remind me who was stronger. "I make them useful. And right now, you're useful to me."

Hearing my name in his mouth sent a shiver down my spine which I hated. I swallowed hard. "How do you even know my name?" "I know everything about the woman who ends up naked in my bed." He finally let my wrist go, but only to brush a strand of hair off my face. The touch was too gentle for a man like him. "Your sister wanted you gone. She got her wish. Now the whole East Coast thinks you're my latest whore."

Tears burned behind my eyes, but I blinked them back fast. I wasn't going to cry in front of him. "My family... my engagement..." "Both gone." Dominic leaned closer, his voice dropping low. "Your fiancé already canceled everything. Your father is getting calls from people who used to respect him. All because of one night you don't even remember."

My phone rang again. I snatched it up with shaking fingers and answered before I could stop myself . My sister's voice came through, sweet and smug. "Lila? God, you sound terrible. Rough night?". "You fucking bitch," I hissed, my voice edged with fury. "You drugged me. Sent me here on purpose."

A soft laugh came through the phone speaker. "I told you I'd break that engagement of yours. Now you're ruined. Everyone's talking about how you couldn't keep your legs closed, opening them wide for Dominic Vale. Dad's already disowning you in private. Your fiancé just posted that he's single again. Congratulations, sis. You're officially trash."

"Your what?" The word hit me like a slap.

"Contract wife." He said it plain, like he was ordering coffee. "You give me an heir. And in return I give you protection. Your family lives. Your name gets cleaned up from this mess the way I want. Simple."

I laughed, but it came out broken. "You're crazy. I'm not having your baby. I don't even know you."

"You know enough." His thumb brushed my jaw, almost soft, but his eyes stayed hard on mine. "Right now, the only thing keeping your sister and that spineless ex of yours from fucking blowing off your brain is my last name attached to yours."

My mind spun. The photos. The calls. My own sister sounding proud of destroying me. Everything I had; my engagement, my safety, my place in the family; gone in one night all because she wanted what was mine. Dominic watched me piece it together, with that steady dangerous calm of his. "Think fast, Lila. The longer you fight me, the faster they come for you."

I wanted to scream. I wanted to run. But my legs felt too heavy, and every new buzz from my phone reminded me the world outside this room already hated me. He leaned back against the headboard, arms crossed over his chest. "Clock's ticking. What's it going to be?" he said.

My heart hammered so loud that I could barely hear myself. "I don't have a choice, do I?" His answer came as a low, satisfied growl against my ear. "No. You don't."

Lila pov

Two armed guards shoved me through the door at dawn, their guns pressed against my back. I stumbled into the penthouse, my knees weak that i nearly crashed into the marble floor. Dominic Valencia stood there shirtless, his tattoo now very visible on his tight muscled arms, he slammed a thick folder onto the counter.

"Sign it," he growled, in a rough dangerous voice. "Or your entire family dies before sunrise."

My hands shook so badly the pen almost slipped from my fingers. The paper in front of me was written in black capital letters: Marriage Contract. I stared at the words until they blurred. One signature and I would become his contract wife required to spread my legs every single night until I gave him an heir.

"Pick up the pen, Lila." Dominic leaned over the wall, close enough that I caught the faint smell of gun oil and something much darker. "You already know what happens if you don't." he smirked maliciously.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. The guards blocked the only exit, their faces blank like statues. My phone had died off a while ago during the ride down here, but the trending photos of me leaving his building, my dress rumpled and his hand on my back like I already belonged to him, kept on reappearing in my mind.

"I can't," I whispered. "This isn't right. I was drugged. My sister..."

"Your sister did you a favor." Dominic shut me off before i could finish his eyes never leaving mine. "Without me, you'd be sold out or even worse dead by noon. Your ex already put a price on your head. Now Sign this, and i would solve the problem."

A bitter laugh tried escaping my lips but died halfway. "By making me your whore every night?"

His jaw flexed. He moved fast one second he was across me and the next second he had me pinned against the counter, the weight of his body pressing against my back. Not rough enough to hurt, but firm enough that I couldn't twist away.

"You'll spread your legs for me every single night until you're carrying my child," he said low against my ear, voice rough but controlled. "That's the deal. Protection in exchange for an heir. Simple."

Heat crawled up my neck even as fear twisted in my stomach. His chest brushed my shoulders, solid and warm. I hated how my body reacted, a flicker of unwanted spark under all the terror. "You're disgusting." i spat, my voice edged with anger.

"No. I'm been practical." He didn't move away. "Your family insulted me by trying to pawn you off to a weaker man. Now you fix it. Sign the damn papers."

I gripped the pen tighter. My sister's smug voice from the call kept echoing in my head. Dad already disowned me. My ex posting that he was single again like I was yesterday's trash. If I walked out of here, how long would it take before someone puts a bullet in my skull?

One of the guards shifted. The other checked his watch. Time was running out.

I pressed the pen to the paper. My hand still shaking, but I forced myself to sign my name Lila Smith.

Dominic took the papers, scanned through with his eyes for my signature, and gave a short nod. "Good girl."

He didn't step back right away. Instead, he turned me around slowly until I faced him. His hand firm on my waist, his thumb brushing the edge of my hip through the thin fabric of the dress I'd been wearing since last night. closely staring at him, the scars on his chest looked even more brutal.

"You feel that?" he asked quietly. "That's fear. Always have that. It'll keep you alive."

Before I could answer, the elevator dinged. A tall man in a black suit stepped out ,he look like he was in his early thirties, same body build as Dominic but with a calmer face. He carried a tablet like it was a weapon.

"Boss," he said, voice clipped. "We have a problem. Her exfiancé just raised the bounty. Fifty grand to anyone who brings her in alive. He wants to use her as an example."

Dominic's hand tightened on my waist for half a second. "Let him try."

I guessed the man is some kind of enforcer, he just glanced at me, then back at Dominic. "It's not just him". Word's are already spreading about the twin thing. Some people think she slept with both of you that night. Making her a bigger target." he continued.

My stomach lurched. Twin thing? I opened my mouth, but Dominic cut me off with a sharp dangerous look.

"Handle it," he told the enforcer. "Double the watch on her family. And get the lawyers to handle the marriage filing. I want it become official by tonight."

The enforcer nodded once and left without another word. The guards still stood by the door like statues.

Dominic finally stepped back, but only far enough to pour two glasses of water. He slid one toward me. "Drink. You look like you're about to pass out."

I ignored the glass. "What did he mean by twin thing?" i asked, i needed answers but it was quite obvious i wasn't going to get any from this brute male in front of me.

He drank from his own glass, slow and deliberate. "Not your concern right now." he finally said.

"It is my concern if people are trying to kill me over it!" i snapped.

His eyes darkened. He set the glass down harder than necessary. "You have signed the contract. Which means from now on, your concerns are my concerns. You don't ask questions. Don't try to run. You do what I say, and when I said it."

Anger flared hot in my chest, mixed with the fear that hadn't left since I woke up in his bed. "And if I don't?"

Dominic moved again fast and controlled. He caged me against the counter with one arm on each side of me, not touching but close enough that I felt the heat rolling off him. "Then your sister And your ex wins. And I lose patience. You don't want to see what happens when I lose patience, Lila."

My breath came shallow. I could see the pulse beating steady in his neck. He wasn't bluffing. This man didn't bluff. He acted.

I looked down at the signed contract still open on the counter. My name looked small next to his. One signature and my whole life had been rewritten in blood and ink.

Dominic's phone buzzed on the counter. He glanced at the screen, and for the first time his jaw tightened in a way that wasn't just irritation. He read the message twice, then muttered under his breath, "My brother's coming."

He didn't explain. He didn't need to. The way his shoulders shifted had explained everything to me, this new arrival wasn't good news for me.

I swallowed, voice barely steady. "What does that mean for me?"

Dominic looked at me then, his eyes sharp and unreadable. He lifted his hand to my face, his fingers brushing my chin, tilting my face so I had no choice but to meet his gaze.

"It means the game just got a lot more interesting, wifey. And you're right in the middle of it."

The penthouse door slammed open so hard that the wall shook. My sister stormed in with our father right behind her, her face twisted with pure rage. "You think you can just take what's mine and play the victim?" huh, she yelled. "Lila, you stole my engagement and now you're spreading your legs for a mafia boss like some shameless cheap whore!"

I moved backward, my back almost hitting the wall. My hands still smelled of the pen ink from the contract I'd signed barely an hour ago. Dominic didn't raise his voice. He didn't need to. He stepped between us, towering over both of them, voice icecold. "How the hell did you get past my guards?"

The guard nodded and dragged them toward the elevator. My sister kept shouting over her shoulder. "You're nothing but his whore now, Lila! Enjoy it while it lasts!" Finally slamming the door shut. The silence that followed Felt heavier than before I barely had time to breath before Dominic turned to me slowly. His eyes locked on mine, dark and unreadable "Strip," he said. The word hit me harder than a slap.

I had expected him to grab me rough, shove me down and take what he wanted fast and hard. Instead, he crossed the space between us in three slow steps and stopped just to touch me. His fingers caught the hem of my dress. He pulled it up slowly, holding it there giving me one last chance to either fight him or beg him to stop .

But I didn't.

Taking my silence for an answer, he pulled the dress over my head and dropping it to the floor. Cool air hit my skin. I stood there in nothing but my panties, arms crossed over my chest, shaking.

Dominic's gaze moved over me, dark and steady. He hooked his fingers on my panties and tugged them down, his eyes never leaving mine. He didn't rush. Neither did he use violence . Just that same controlled strength.

"To the bed," he said quietly.

I walked backward until my legs hit the mattress and sat down hard. He followed, pulling off his pants as he approached towards me. When he climbed over me, his body was heavy but careful. His right hand braced beside my head. The other hand slid between my legs, slowly.

He didn't answer. Just kept stroking my hair like it was the most natural thing in the world. His breathing was even, but I could feel his muscles tighten with tension .

I lay there, my heart still racing, body warm and aching in ways I didn't want to think about. The contract felt heavier now. I would spread my legs for him every single day, till I gave him a child. And I had just let him start it. Sleep pulled at me eventually, exhaustion winning over fear.

When I woke up, the clock on the nightstand read 9:30 p.m. The bed beside me was empty and cold.

I sat up, clutching the bed sheet to my chest. I heard low voices coming from the hallway outside the bedroom door, two voices, identical in tone, arguing in hushed, angry bursts.

One was definitely Dominic. The other voice said, clear enough to freeze me at a spot, "She's mine too now. Don't think you get to keep her all to yourself."

My heart slammed against my ribs. I clutched the sheet tighter, straining my ears to hear more, but the voices dropped lower.

It now clicked "twin thing".

The words of the guard from earlier echoed in my head. I slipped out of bed with shaky legs and crept towards the door, every step quiet. My hand hovered over the handle. Whatever was happening out there, it was about me. And I had just signed away my life to one of them or maybe both.