His Mafia Bride

DANTE

I could see the confusion all wrapped up in her face. Alina stared at me wide eyed like a deer caught on headlights. A brief silence interluded as we both stared at each other.

“Excuse me?” Alina finally spoke up, breaking the silence.

Strands of her wavy auburn hair covered her face and her brows were hiked at me.

“What?” I abruptly replied with another question.

Alina sighed. “What are you doing?”

Her hazel eyes raked my appearance totally like I was some sort of thief.

I ignored her question at first and opened the first aid kit. Her eyes followed my every move until I glanced up and our orbs met together.

“What does it look like I am doing? Are you blind?” I rudely replied.

“It was just a simple question that deserved an answer” Alina retorted.

I let out a dark chuckle. “Curiosity kills the cat moglie”

Taking out a burn ointment, I outstretched my hands for Alina to place hers on top it.

Alina seemed hesistant at first which irked me.

“Alina I am not holding a knife for Godsake! Neither am I with a gun so stop being so scared Goddamit!” I let out an outburst that got Alina shuddering.

Reluctantly and begrudgingly, she cautiously placed her hands on mine.

I began applying the ointmeant on her scald hands while her curious orbs scrutinised my every move.

“Hmm thankfully your entire hands weren’t scald” I said to her.

Alina hummed and nodded.

Her hands felt so soft and petite on top mine. The thought got me chortling.

Once done, I faced my attention towards her scald legs.

Alina stared at me, more perplexed than before the moment my eyes landed on her legs.

“What are you doing again Dante?” She inquired quickly.

“I won’t rape you don’t worry” I sarcastically replied before trying to raise her gown a little but she instantly held my hands at once.

“No don’t do that” Alina told me.

“Why?” I gave a puzzled brows.

“I’ll do that myself” she gulped nervously.

I shook my head with a smug smile playing on my lips.

“Just relax. I won’t bite you. I won’t try anything funny” I said to alley her fears.

Alina gazed at me for a while before slowly letting go of my hand.

“I’m watching you Dante” she warned.

“Be my guest and feel free” I laughed.

Slowly, my hands landed on her legs once more. Raising up her gown tentatively and settling it on the summit of her knees, my large hands grazed her thighs and I felt Alina jerk.

I glanced up to look at her, carefully studying her features before continuing.

I took out the ointment again and applied it on her scald legs. Alina would occasionally wince and hiss in pain the moment my fingers came in contact with her skin.

She must have been really hurt by the boiling water. Alina was just too clumsy. I mean where the fuck were her thoughts at when she was making breakfast in the kitchen.

Sometimes I didn’t just understand this woman.

I sighed once done and covered the ointment.

“Now eat up or should I feed you?” I teased watching her reaction.

She gasped and shook her head.

“You really prepared this?” Alina asked, her eyes feeding on the food in the tray.

I nodded. “Ofcourse I did. Do you think I am so bad at cooking?”

“Probably. I’ve never seen you cook anyways. Isn’t that why you had myriads of workers at your beck and call?” Alina replied unfazed.

I was intrigued by her boldness. She was literally mocking my culinary skills and yet I got her breakfast.

“Alina I got you breakfast and instead of giving me a thank you, you decide to mock me. Now is that fair?” I smirked at her.

She adverted her gaze from mine and took out a toast bread.

Taking a bite out of it, Alina hummed in pleasure and stared at me dewy eyed.

“You honestly made this?” she asked, perplexed.

I nodded with a gloaty smile.

“Now eat up. You will still have to make me dinner so don’t think your injury stops you from performing your duties” I sharply informed her.

“Dante….” Alina almost choked on the food. “Really? Do you really expect me to cook with my scald hands?” She inquired again.

“Was there water in my mouth when I said it? Or are you deaf?” I scoffed.

“I knew there was a catch when you brought me food. You are just too self centred” Alina jeered at me.

I bolted up at once and ran my hands through my hair, ruffling it a little. “Believe what ever you want to believe about me. I don’t care. Just eat and rest because you are making dinner”

And with that I turned to leave, leaving a shocked Alina alone in the room.

Did she really think I would relieve her off her duties because of a burn?

Never in a million years to come.

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ALINA

Time moved so fast and once again the mansion was casted over by shimmering pink clouds, the sun quickly setting.

After breakfast, Dante took away the tray and left me to myself.

I got no further disturbance from him and I enjoyed every single bit of it.

If only Dante could let me be like this every single day then probably, I would hate him less.

With a deep heave of breath, I placed my rickety feet on the cold ground. I flinched immedately, noticing how cold the tiles were on my bare feet.

Taking tottering steps towards my footwear, I swiftly placed my legs in them and walked out of the door.

My hands grazed against the walls of the hallway, my strides pondorous as I approached the stairs.

My orbs then spotted Dante in the dining area.

He sat down on one of the dinning chairs, taking a fork stuffed with chicken to his lips. He took a bite and slowly ate it, as if taking pity on the animal that had been killed to prepare this meal.

Where did he get that from? My eyes surveyed the banquet of dinner placed on the dinning table.

What is going on here? I thought I was the one going to make dinner?

Who made all that?

Was it Dante?

His head titled towards the staircase and his eyes had a beam shine in them the minute his gazed locked with mine.

He stared at me intensely as I made my way towards the dinning section. Something about the way he stared at me got me frightened and also perplexed.

His stare never filtered for a nano second.

I suddenly became self conscious of my steps under his blazing stare.

The delicious aroma of all the foods combined created a wonderful odour frenzy that soared in the air.

“Dante? I don’t seem to understand…. uhm I mean, how did you get all these foods?” I prod, confusion sweeping me.

A dangerous smirked carved by the corners of his lips. “It’s my house isn’t it? I do what I want”

“I know but you said I was the one making dinner”

Suddenly, the mild clashing of cutleries hit my ears and the kitchen door opened, welcoming two young ladies dressed in maid outfits out as they carried little jugs filled with orange juice.

“Good evening ma’am” they at once greeted on sighting me before carefully placing the jugs on the dining table.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Alina this is Naomi and Mariposa . I hired them today to take care of the duties in the house” Dante announced to me.

My jaws dropped to the ground and my lips parted.

Was Dante kidding me now?

I mean… what the hell is going on?

He fucking said earlier today that my injury wouldn’t stop me from still being his maid and now Dante hired two new girls to work and take over my position.

Am I dreaming or was this the Dante I knew sitting right in front of me?

Clearly some thing was amiss.

“You may leave” Dante ordered the girls. His rich voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

“Dante, you surprise me. I thought I was the one going to make dinner” I said in a somewhat hyper tone.

“Yes but then I realised I didn’t want any of your injured hands touching my food so I got new workers” Dante told me which sounded some how rude and uncaring but I didn’t mind.

What ever his reason was, the bottom line was that I was finally free from those energy draining activities.

It wasn’t honestly easy taking care of an entire mansion all by myself.

Excitement shot through me and I couldn’t hide my beaming smiles.

“Sit down Alina and stop giggling like a child” Dante ordered.

I complied without a word and pulled a chair out to sit.

This was definitely going to be an interesting period between I and Dante.