A Lifetime With You by Athrhteera

Chapter 5

Alena

When I went to work that evening. I was thinking about what had happened earlier. I couldn't believe myself. I had the courage to meet the Sicilian mafia boss and got him to agree to marry me. It could've flopped and things weren't supposed to go this way, but he agreed, after a few persuasions and all. I could tell he was quite interested in how things would turn out

Then again, there was never an escape on this one.

The original plan was to secure his last name and stay married for at least three years-that was enough time for Papa to back away from my life. Eventually, he was going to give up and no longer wanted to control my life but apparently, Matteo wanted a lifetime. Apparently, it was against his religion to divorce.

It didn't take me long to think about my future. I didn't have much of a choice. I wasn't left with a choice at all, to be honest. It was either to marry Viktor or protest and marry a man of my choosing. I was much more interested in the latter. There was no way in hell I would give up and let Papa ruin my life.

his

My family was nowhere able to help me because Mama was caught in between. Alexei was Pakhan, he would put first, The mafia's bond was indeed thicker than blood. As for Anastasia, she was young-she wasn't even supposed to be there that night. She wasn't supposed to know about our family business. When I was her age, I wanted nothing to do with the mafia.

I hated the killings. The violence.

I never had the choice to choose my parents nor my family, but I definitely had the chance to choose my life. It was either being caught in a dead end with someone named Viktor and never-ending letting my father dictate my life or propose an agreement with Matteo. None of it was making any sense. None of it ever crossed my mind.

It was the Bratva princess and Papa was right, sometimes we needed to make the sacrifices in our lives. This was my sacrifice. In order to protect my career and my freedom, I decided to run into the arms of an Italian leader.

Face to face, he wasn't as scary as they said. He was s***y and breathtaking.

Nobody could change my mind about God having favorites. He was definitely God's favorite. I could only imagine him shirtless, the appearance of his toned abs and golden skin or how his body was literally screaming 'sex-appeal' wherever he

went.

I could only imagine the women he was with

What the hell, Alena? I needed to get a grip on myself because I was imagining my future husband naked. I mean, it wasn't anything wrong to imagine him walking around the house naked or even him being dominant in bed but it was wrong, * considering our situation. We were never going to head that way-but a lifetime was long. Could we survive not finding mutual attractive towards each

other?

No. He promised me no love.

I didn't want love. I was just imagining him dominating me in bed as he devoured me.

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For f***k's sake, Alena didn't have to think about it that far. I had no problem excluding sex in my life but why suddenly. I was thinking about it way too often?

"Dr. Orlov." Someone called which caused me to turn around, meeting face-to-face with my colleague, Zach. "Deep in thoughts... what were you thinking?"

I chuckled, trying to hide away the embarrassment.

"I didn't see you there, Zach

"I just came in. How long are you working tonight?" He asked.

F

Zach and I were both in our final year of residency. Apparently, be had recently got out of a really bad relationship- something he held onto for years until he finally decided to let go because it was starting to take a toll on his mental health. He never wanted to go into details about what happened with his ex-girlfriend because he was quite the mysterious man, and 1 was just a fellow colleague, but he seemed happier ever since he broke it off. He did love her.

That was terrifying, too, Imagine falling in love but not having the happy ending. One of the reasons why I swore off love. I didn't have much time on my plate, and I definitely didn't want to deal with anything that would make me lose my focus. I had fought for my freedom and went through great lengths to achieve it, nothing worthless was going to ruin

it for me.

It for me.

Zach was a great friend. We had quite a lot of shifts together and he kept the working hours bearably because he was always putting in silly jokes.

But when it was time to focus, he had never let anything distract him.

Other female doctors tried to flirt with him-Zach was on the attractive side. He was tall and lean, soft-spoken, and funny. I guess, those three traits were enough to attract anyone.

"Thirteen hours."

"Yikes and here I wonder how you can still maintain to look beautiful at the end of the shift later?"

rolled

I my eyes, "Only you, Zachary. You and your flatteries."

He laughed. "Oh, come on. My flatteries are always the highlight of your day. You can't help but to expect them, can you?" "Maybe, maybe not. It It depends."

"But hey, you looked a bit off when I came in. Everything okay? How was your day off?" He asked, the concern was sincere.

off was fine.

He smiled,

say so. I'll come by later to see you

making his way down the hallway

already rising. I looked down at my wristwatch to see the time-realizing my shift was coming to an end soon. I took care of things in the emergency room this morning and honestly, many doctors dreaded whenever they were assigned to help in the ER, but I had always thought it was

ER. Some guy came in with blood pouring out of his arm because

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drilled his anni.

right mind to

have time to think or complain because he was literally streaming

glad that

of coffee, I was surprised to find a familiar figure standing in the lobby-he had both of his hands in his pockets as he

doing here? What did

me in the first place. I was contemplating on whether I should pretend I didn't see him and run straight to the cafeteria

"Hi.

Hi, wifey."

eyes widened at the nickname before

going to wonder-I couldn't have my colleagues ask questions about Matteo, I wasn't ready to answer them yet. I kind of expected to surprise them that I might've eloped or something: they were

you know

want anyone to see us together.

"How

can

my future

it down. People will

me to show you off in front of everyone as my wife or did you

turn this into a game he wanted me to change

just know about of the teas, whey." He workplace in strands at hair tehind

doing my part of the deal, wifey." He tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear. It was a sleek move, and it

sudden.

me that. And

for Berlin. I won't be back until Saturday," he

my workplace

"You

You

wouldn't be a surprise if you

like to see my wife before

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don't go around flirting with other men.

controlling

you need to play your part as my wife. I may never love you, but I don't want you to go around f***g other men, either or there'll be consequences. You know what

of my cheek. It was short but he was sealing his promise-he meant every word he said. I needed to keep reminding myself who I was dealing with. He was no regular man. He was

be out of your sight. It's just for safety purposes." He said,

need someone to look after me? I was fine being on my own. I never needed anyone to look after me-Papa may have assigned to look after me for the past years, but he never told me anything. Besides, ever since he retired and Alexei took over as Pakhan,

a bodyguard, Matteo. I'm fine on my own." I shook my

to marry me, I need to make sure you're safe. I can't

that my

soon be my wife-the Russians have no business to bother with

His

be yours. Don't

glance to look down at his wristwatch, "I also expect you to move in with

his office and asked him

can't move in with you this

to do is pack

aren't even married yet. I don't have

me. It is bound to

dealing with a mafia boss. He wasn't

going to be easy because he said he wasn't going to commit. This was starting to become more like a commitment, or did he mean a different

not committing, Alena. Committing to you is surrendering my whole self and expecting the thinking of you

You

sal

Committing is

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me.

me not tis f***k-anyone else,

anything about me f***g

committing is thinking of me and no one else. So, I'm allowed to think of whoever I want but I just can't have a

right. You're

ridiculous." I scoffed, crossing my

your mind and I'll

You