••• Prince •••
"Do you have any idea what your presence means in Zaniel's wedding?! You have obligations as head of the family, Prince!" My elder sister, Penelope, yelled at me.
She complained over the phone, my negligence towards the family matters was a serious issue but I had dumbbells of afflictions over my head.
Besides, How do they expect me to go and ask hand for marriage for the person who is my fucking wife?!
"I understand, Penny but-" I tried to convince her but to no avail, my words were superficial.
"No, you don't, Prince. We have to go but you are not here."
Her series of scolding came as I sighed in response, earning a gasp from her.
"Don't you dare to sigh. Stop doing this, Prince."
"Penelope."
"What?"
"Do you know the girl?" I asked, pinching the bridge of my nose, wanting to know if she is involved in this matter or not.
"Of course I do. Her name is Cinzel Collins, she is a sweet girl, they were in the same high school. Our Zaniel loves her." She reasoned and I felt funny about how oblivious she was about the fatality.
I couldn't help but to chuckle, "What happened?"
"Nothing, I will be home on Friday, we will sort every matter one by one." I told her calmly.
"Promise me, everyone is missing you. At home, at least for Sky."
"I know. I'll be there."
"Good."
"Okay then, take care. Bye." With this, I cut the call.
Mentally preparing myself for the upcoming mayhem taking place at the center of my palace, invoking irremovable aversions.
Things were going to get messy.
I knew Cinzel was desperate for a chance to run away so I gave her one.
I told the servants I won't be coming home tonight and if she tries to run, don't stop her. Let her confront her so-called reality.
It makes me chuckle when she thinks she ran away while in reality, I was the one who provided this interlude.
Ah, the face when she will find me at her fiancé- I mean Penelope's Son, my Nephew, Zaniel's place.
No one except Garry knows about our wedding and if Zaniel came to know what I did to his beloved, he wouldn't hesitate to eliminate her out of his way.
I love him deeply, I had done everything for him and I knew how impulsive and obsessive he could become.
He always got what he pointed his finger at, none of us could say to him but not this time.
“I am sorry, Zaniel, not this time.” I muttered, leaning back.
As if I couldn't perceive he wanted to marry the last Alroy to enhance his status in the underworld. Greed…
But, too bad I poured my marriage bomb on his head.
That was the problem with his young blood, ready to slaughter what couldn’t provide him advantage and I had to stop it.
Reaching at the final moment, just as I predicted, he came to know she is in Poison Ivy and was enraged by this, ready to kill her but in my presence, it was futile to even graze her skin.
I reached at the edge, kicking the door close to avoid disputes and pointed my gun at Zaniel.
"Zaniel." I called him impassively.
Glancing at the forlorn form of Cinzel, perished by one on whom she placed all the faith, the hope she placed upon his heartbeats died.
"Zaniel, didn't you hear me? Put. The. Fucking. Gun. Down!" I snarled, taking a step back. Cinzel was petrified to find the one she loves passive about her breath.
Disheartened at my words, he held his chest as a display of woe towards my unresponsiveness, he was hurt when of all people, I neglected his demand.
"For this mere woman you are pointing your gun at me, Prince? At your own nephew?"
And I could feel the stagger dwelling along her breath, immersing in pure appall to know he was the nephew of someone as ominous as me.
Sighing, I told him, "She is not a mere woman."
But seemingly he held the inability to comprehend my words, "What does she have?! We can easily kill her and end this! Why is she so important to you?!"
He yelled and before he could make an irredeemable mistake, I shouted what I wanted to avoid for as long as I could.
"She is my wife!"
A consuming pitch silence took over the room as it took Zaniel a few seconds to wrap around his mind with horror detaching wrath instantly. Shutting my eyes briefly, I moved back as well, cursing under my breath.
I knew I fucked up.
"What…?" He whispered, finally putting his gun down.
Strange how I became a path to reach her destination was beyond my grasp but her safety was my top priority and for it; I shattered his heart.
"You've got to be kidding me." He fell on the couch, holding his head.
I pulled down my gun and walked up Cinzel who was panic-stricken, gasping for air to supply her some strength. She shivered when I looked down at her weak form, shaking to fathom what happened.
Grabbing her arm, I forced her to stand, "This ring is her wedding ring which proves she is the wife of the leader of Poison Ivy." I enunciated, earning a low-pitched voice of terror from her.
"P-Poison I-Ivy…?"
Agitation dripped from her to know my identity, she was even more afraid to the extent of breathing with my allowance. Not moving an inch.
"And I won't tolerate if anyone dares to lay a finger upon her; including you as well."
Proclaiming her officially chained to my jail, I took her back to the cage where she ran from, leaving Zaniel all alone in his apartment.
Our drive back was silent, the day just started, deprived of sleep and relief. She was scattered in fathomless tunnels of tension, not knowing how to react about the situation- expected.
There were countless things concealed from her, the secrets.
We reached, I grabbed her arms and pulled her inside with me. She didn't fight this time, only winced by my harsh grip as I led her to my room.
The moment we entered, She bit her lips nervously, looked away, held her elbow with another hand and released her first question.
"Is he.. truly your nephew?" She asked, looking up at me in distress, "What was that?" Another question.
"Just a part of reality hidden from you." I sneered, taking a step dangerously close to her until her back hit the wall.
Her breaths stopped, her terror was enhanced to know I was in the mafia. Putting my one hand beside her face, on the wall, syncing my gaze, along those heavy breaths with hers.
"Please tell me, what the hell is going on? How is Zaniel connected to you? Why did you marry me? And you… you are a Mafia leader. What the hell is this all about? Why-"