Written in Ink

Three | Reagan

 I am suddenly woken by a cold press set on my forehead, my eyes jolting awake and I accidentally startle a woman who is kneeling beside me. She looks at me with warm, welcoming eyes.

"Hello." She greets with a soothing voice. "I'm Remy."

"R-Reagan." I replied. My eyes search the room frantically, searching for an exit.

"It's okay." Remy says.

"N-no it's not." I stutter, standing from the bed and speed walking to the door and right out of it down the hall. There is a set of stairs and I decide to make my way down them. There is a large set of double doors and I assume it's the front doors and I don't hesitate to attempt to open them— but they're locked.

"Reagan." A familiar voice calls out calmly.

My head whips around to see Nico Napolitani standing in an arch way, wearing a perfectly tailored navy suit. I remain silent, backing towards the door even more.

"I see you've now woken up!" He smiles proudly. "How are you feeling?"

I ignore his question. "What is going on?"

"Are you feeling memory loss? I believe I already told you of your engagement to my son." He smiles devilishly.

This only happens to beautiful, broken, skinny girls on Wattpad— of which I am not. "There is literally no way that I could possibly marry your kid. I don't even know him!" I exclaim.

"You will. Until then go freshen up, dinner will be ready soon." He commands. "Remy!"

The woman from before comes scurrying in, next to Nico Napolitani. "Yes, Nico?"

"Clean her up and put her into something nice. Dinner is in twenty minutes." He orders her.

"Yes, Nico." She kisses his cheek almost worshiping him before taking me by the arm and forcing me to walk with her. When I try to fight back she speaks to me in a hushed whisper. "Just do as he says." Her sudden warning scares me into submission, so I walk with her up to the room I was in before.

"What is going to happen?" I question as she pushes me into a bathroom— which is gorgeous by the way. The entire house is gorgeous; black on black everything. Very clean and sharp, yet intimidating and dark.

"You'll marry my son." She has an American accent apart from everyone else. "He is a fine young man, you just won't see him very often."

"How am I supposed to marry someone I won't ever see?" I ask bluntly.

Remy shrugs her shoulders.

"Is Nico your husband?" I ask her as she turns the shower on.

"He is." She answers quietly. "He is a good man. He helped my parents. I owe so much to him just for that."

Nico helped my parents too? Is this a fetish of the Napolitani family? Helping the poor and taking their child? That is pretty messed up. "Who is he?"

"Nico?" She asks quietly, coming back into the bathroom with a set of clothes.

I nod my head. "All of them."

"This is the Italian Mafia." She answers calmly, turning to face me for the first time.

This truly is right out of a Wattpad story.

Taking my shock as an answer, Remy turns to leave the bathroom. "I'll be back in fifteen minutes to retrieve you." Then she is gone.

Everything is so overwhelming. I am to marry a man that I don't know— and is in the Mafia nonetheless! From all the smutty stories, all the Mafia queens are beautiful and broken. I don't have enough confidence for this! And I am supposed to eat dinner with my husband's family?! They are all killers. Brutal murderers. They are also usually very good looking while I look like a thumb.