Tangled With The Mafia King

CarrieI took a deep breath.Then I told myself it would be easy to jump. But one more look at the height from my window to the cemented ground below was enough to change my thoughts.So, with a racing heart, I stuck with walking out of my room’s door and dodging my way past everyone in the hotel. That is a better option compared to jumping out a window.The exit door of my huge and exquisite room soon came into view. But as I pressed the golden handle of the door, my younger sister, Bri, spoke from the other side.“Carrie, are you done dressing? It is time for the final rehearsal.”I ran back on tiptoes to my previous plan. I just have to do it. I have to escape another night of rehearsals and listening to my aunties bicker about how their neighbour’s kids are turning rogue. I need to escape for a while before I am sold into eternal slavery.Slowly, I stretched a leg over the window sill and took another look at the death trap I was about to dare, the satchel around my neck dangling

CarrieOne minute we were both rushing out of the bar as though we were worried about the moment fading as quickly as it came. The next, we were in his sleek car, on our way to his place.Now, we were in the reception of a grand hotel. From the gates, I could tell that it was a building rooted in huge money. But I was curious about one thing, so I asked, “Do you live in a hotel?”“Yes.” He didn’t stop walking as he fiddled with his pockets in search of something.So, I hastened my steps and asked, “Why?”“If you are going to ask this many questions, you might as well tell me your name.”I scrunched my lips. “Why should I? You won’t be seeing me again.”“Then stop with the questions.”“I see your point.” I got into the elevator with him. “You know,” I just couldn’t stay quiet, that is my way of making sure I don’t start feeling nervous, “in a normal one-night stand, we would be done with the sex by now.”His intoxicating and rich scent teased my nose once again as he peeled his eyes of

CarrieBoredom is a disease. I’ll tell you.Two weeks have already passed since my father’s decision to call off the marriage. But I have been stuck in my room since then. And now, I think that my hotel room is my designated purgatory. Nothing I did was fun.Even Netflix was boring to me.Shocking, right?I mean, I should be jumping and throwing pillows recklessly since I am not getting married to a stranger anymore.But no, I just went into the bathroom to take my fourth shower. Yesterday, I took six showers. I truly deserve an award for the cleanest woman of the week.So, give me my award, people.But, man, I miss LA. I wish I could escape this hell and go back to my usual life. But no, my father refused to show me his face ever since he sent Gary to announce the wedding annulment.And since I can’t run away to LA without letting my father know how grateful I was for his decision, I have to stay put.A sigh was already leaving me when a knock came on my door. I was expecting it to b

CarrieThe next day, I found myself at the location indicated on the card the hotel’s receptionist gave me. The huge building that was supposedly Alessandro’s company was an architectural firm built in solitude, far away from most business buildings in that area.This time, Gary was not available, so I had to take a taxi and walk some distance before I got to the building.Soon, I walked past the gates and towards the building that was constructed uniquely and technically. Well, it is expected of such a firm to be unique about the construction of their building.But is it strange that I think their building looks like a jug that has been sliced in half?Oh well…I entered a room that was empty save for some chairs that lay beside a staircase that ran all the way up.Well, I am definitely not climbing it.So, I turned to my left and walked to the elevator and a few seconds later, I was led into a chilly room.“Good afternoon,” I called the attention of the man behind the desk who had c

CarrieI know I have never been too keen on getting married but there were times I imagined living a great deal of my life with someone else. I sometimes went as far as picturing how magical the wedding ceremony would be.So if the twenty-one-year-old-college-me sees what I am doing right now, she will drop dead for several minutes like the dramatic girl she is.The more I walked down the corridor that was supposed to lead to the open space where my wedding was located, the more my feet dragged.With each passing second, the reluctance to get through that moment grew and that reluctance reached my legs so much that it began to feel as though stones were set in their soles.But do I have a choice?Even if it takes a whole day to arrive at my destination, I will still get married.My father made sure to send several messages to drill that particular truth into my mind. He also said that even though I was not deserving of it, he was going to allow me to use the outdoor venue he booked fo