You My Dear Would Be My Wife.

 Madonna woke up and her head felt like it was about to split open. She has never drank so much as she did last night. She was happy it was the weekend so she wouldn't be going to work today or tomorrow. She stood up from bed and tried to get an aspirin for her headache and that was when she noticed everything was different. 

"No, no, no." She muttered as she discovered she was naked under the duvet. The next she noticed was that the room was unfamiliar. 

"What did I do last night?" She tried to remember what happened but nothing came to her head.

"Yes, I would be returning in less than a week." She heard a masculine voice coming from the next room. Madonna's heart was beating loudly against her rips and she was scared to think of what might have happened last night. 

"Alright, take care of everything, bye." Madonna wrapped the duvet tightly around her chest to cover her nakedness as she heard the footstep approaching her.

"You are awake." Dante said the moment he saw Madonna. The cheerfulness he had last night was nowhere to be seen.

"Who are you?" Madonna asked the shirtless stranger in front of her. His well-chiseled abs were eye candy for Madonna but she was too worried about what happened last night to bother about it.

"Dante Russo." He wasn't in the mood to play, he has gotten half of what he wanted so he didn't need to sugarcoat his words.

"What happened last night and how did I end up here?" Madonna has never had sex so she doesn't know how one would feel after having sex, especially when you slept all through it.

"That's not important, what is important is who you are."

"What do you mean?"

"You are Madonna Ricci, the only daughter of Roman Ricci." Madonna was surprised because she had never told anyone about her family.

"How did you know about that?"

"I am Dante Russo, your father's business rival." Dante introduced himself.

"I don't know you, not that I know most of my father's business partners, talk more of rivals." She muttered the last part. Dante stared at her for a few seconds and tried to bury the memories fighting hard to surface.

"Well, your father did something he never should have done?" Madonna was finding the stranger's words hard to believe. To Madonna, her father is a legitimate businessman, there was no way he would have anything to do with the dangerously handsome man standing before her.

"What could my father possibly have with someone like you?" Dante scoffed at the innocent girl's question.

"Turns out your dear old daddy is a crime lord that made his money through dubious means." 

"Don't measure my father's standard with yours." The two stared at each other challenging each other, Dante couldn't hold on for something in him was screaming at him so he blinked and looked away. If the situation was different, Madonna would have laughed and jumped in the bed.

"It doesn't matter to me what you think your father as. I am here to talk to you about your future." The word future made Madonna remember a glimpse of what happened last night at the bar. She felt like slapping herself for drinking so much, her friends would laugh at her if they saw her throwing herself on a total stranger last night.

"I was drunk, that doesn't give you the right to take advantage of me." Madonna was angry for what she feared happened last night but she was not as angry as she hoped she would be.

"Here?" Dante ignored her and threw a phone tablet that landed beside her.

"What's this?" She asked while picking up the tab. Madonna's eyes widened as she watched a video of her naked self sleeping soundly on the bed. The flipped and saw numerous pictures and videos of herself in different positions. There was no way she could deny it because her face was showing in every one of them and the mole beside her left nipple was enough to tell her it wasn't Photoshop.

"Why?" Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked at Dante. Dante steeled his heart and showed no emotions, he is a man of commitment and he is determined to get what he wanted.

"There are a lot of other ones with me having my ways with you. I made sure my face didn't appear in any of them." Dante might be a mafia boss but he knew he wouldn't take advantage of any girl, not even a girl as tempting and seductive as Madonna.

"What do you hope to achieve in all these?" Madonna couldn't believe that her price possession was taken from her with her knowledge and a stranger for that matter. The most she has had in all her years of dating was a french kiss, none of her boyfriends was allowed to get past that. The one that once managed to grab Madonna's bosom received a slap.

"Like I told you, the future." Madonna looked at the videos once again and felt defeated and dirty. Dante's resolve was being shaken by Madonna's innocent cry. It reminded him of how his mother would always cry in the darkness of her room mourning for the love she never had. Dante's father never loved his first wife. Dante was a mistake in his father's eyes, so Dante was cast out by his father. 

"What could my father have done for you to resort to this?".

"He kidnapped my girlfriend and made me lose the contract I have been trying my hardest to get." Dante felt sorry for the state Madonna was in but he had no problem revealing her father's secret. Roman Ricci has always treasured his daughter above everything else, he even made her blind to the cruel part of their lives. To Madonna, her father is a legal businessman that couldn't even hurt a fly. After high school, her father sent her out of the country to make sure she was kept away from all harm. Roman Ricci was already planning to find a good husband for Madonna, a man that doesn't have anything to do with the underworld. 

"My father can't do that." Madonna cried, she was still a naive girl that believes in fairytales and princes.

"It doesn't matter what you believe in. I am here to tell you that if you don't do as I say, I will expose this video. I have the means to make it the most trending news that even your father wouldn't be able to stop it." Madonna's eyes widened. She knew her family would be disappointed if such a thing was exposed. 

"Please don't do that." She pleaded.

"Imagine how your family would feel after seeing that." Dante smirked and continued. "All the boys you have dated would also help in soiling your name. They would be angry that what you denied them for so long was taken in such a dirty way." Dante knew that the boys she has dated would definitely call her a whore if they see the videos. The idea of having people refer to her as a whore left a dirty taste on his lips.

"Please." Madonna cried.

"Your father would have issues with his business, and his love for you would turn sour. How glorious would that be." Dante kept pushing her to achieve his desires. Madonna already crying and heartbroken didn't know when the duvet she covered herself loosened and fell off revealing her well-curved bosom. Dante was the first to notice it and he swallowed what he was about to say. He saw a lot of it last night when he was taking the videos and photos of her but that wasn't enough. Seeing it again this morning made him lose himself again in the desire of conquering her and ignoring what he actually wanted to achieve. Madonna still ignorant of the fact that her nakedness is out was still crying and balling her eyes out. Dante caught himself already reaching out to touch the nakedness. He tried his best to resist it last night but it was getting more difficult to resist it again this morning.

"Cover yourself up, woman." He said in one breath and left the room without waiting for Madonna's reply. They both needed a moment to catch their breath so Dante left the room and Madonna wrapped herself again in the duvet as her cheeks reddened. From the words of Dante, she understood that Dante had his way with her last night, but showing off her nakedness while awake made her feel embarrassed.

"Stupid Viking in a bloody chainmail." She muttered as she remembered what Dante said last night.

After they have both calmed their nerves, well it's better to say Madonna calmed her nerves. Dante wasn't sure he would be able to calm his nerves until he find a girl to help him with that. Madonna was still in bed and covered in the duvet, she was lying down and didn't have the strength to sit up again. Her energy was sapped as a result of the embarrassment she felt from exposing her nakedness earlier.

"I am sure I have given you enough time to accept reality." Dante cleared his throat before speaking. Madonna noticed his hair was wet, Dante took a cold shower to try to calm his raging nerves.

"What time could be enough." She muttered.

"My hands were forced, I had to achieve my goals through whatever means." Dante found himself coming up with an excuse for the innocent girl before him. 

"If I kill you would the evidence disappear?" Madonna asked and Dante couldn't help but chuckle.

"If it's your way of asking if another person saw have it or saw you naked, then the answer is no. I am the only one that has it and also the only one that saw you in your birthday suit." Madonna breathed a sigh of relief but it only lasted a moment because she reminded herself that the devil before him can decide to share it with the whole world at any moment

"I asked if I kill you, would the evidence disappear?" She repeated her question.

"For argument's sake, how do you intend to kill me?" Madonna raised her head to look at Dante who was now sitting on the chair beside the bed.

"Strangle you of course." Dante remembered her little fingers and the thought of them strangling him was almost comical.

"You are welcome to try, but until you do that you have to obey me."

"Now I am your slave." Madonna rolled her eyes. Dante remembered when he first saw her years ago when he was just a schoolboy trying to fight against the situation he found himself in. Then he was in a school different from his half brothers. There was no way his father would allow the shame of the family to be in the same school as his proud sons. Dante entered a convenience store to get a snack when he saw her with her friends. She was in her school uniform and her smile was enough to lighten up Dante's world. That day, because of what Dante heard another student saying, he decided to conquer the whole high school in his state and brought them other his rule. 

"Is that what you call it now?"

"What should I call it?"

"I thought I was your Viking in bloody chainmail." Madonna glared at him and Dante shook his head. He wanted to tell Madonna how cute and beautiful she is but he knew if he did that, the image he is trying to build would fall.

"Can't you just delete the videos and pictures and we go our separate ways on friendly terms." After Dante left her, she kept thinking of ways to waggle off her current situation. She thought of seducing Dante but she gave up on it since she had no skills in that area. She decided to plead and know if it will work.

"Rest assured that nobody would see it if you do as I say." Madonna was sure that whatever Dante wanted would be something difficult and almost impossible.

"And what would that be?" 

"You my dear would be my wife." Dante announced and the news was so shocking, beyond whatever Madonna was expecting. It was so shocking that she sat up instantly forgetting to cover herself.

"What?!" She screamed and Dante's eyes widened as he was once again rewarded with the beautiful sight of Madonna's bosom.