Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Mafia ❯ Volume Two, Chapter Six: Contract ( Chapter 6 )

-Mikhael-

This can't be happening! This all has to be a dream. Yeah, that's it. This is all a really bad dream. I will wake up soon. Come on. Wake up. Wake up!

“Are you okay?”

I looked up. Popova-san was staring at me. My stomach dropped. This wasn't a dream. I cleared my throat.

“Yes, yes,” I said. “Of course.” Popova-san eyed me.

“Oh, yes sir,” I said. Valentina rolled her eyes. Okay, this wasn't a nightmare. This was really happening. Popova-san put on his glasses.

“Anyway,” he said. “We will discuss the marriage contract.” I died a little inside. Oh yeah. We were doing this. I want to go home.

“There will be a prenuptial agreement,” Popova-san said. Valentina and I looked stunned.

“What?!” we asked. Popova-san put up his hand.

“Don't talk,” he said. “Just listen.” Valentina and I went quiet. Popova-san pushed up his glasses.

“This is to protect our assets,” he said. “Now, I don't believe there would be a divorce, but this is just in case.”

“Are you really going to make me sign this?” I asked.

“Is there a problem?” Popova-san asked. His cold tone made me shiver. I quickly went quiet.

“Thank you,” he said. Valentina looked like she wanted to say something. Part of me hoped she would. Sadly she didn't.

“I had my lawyers draw up this contract,” Popova-san said. He slid a stack of papers toward us. Valentina and I looked down.

“Go ahead and take your time reading,” he said.

“Right now?” I asked.

“Take your time,” Popova-san said. “I want you to know everything you will get into with this marriage.” Like I had a choice. Why were we doing this? Valentina probably felt the same that I did.

“You can ask questions if you like,” Popova-san said. Like that made a difference. Please just kill me. Get me out of this hell.

“Papa,” Valentia spoke up. I raised my head.

“Yes, darling,” her dad said.

“Do we have to stay married for five years?” she asked. (More like whining.) I whipped my head around. What?! This had to be a joke. I can't be married to this… This… Devil woman! No, no, no!

“The marriage has to stick,” Popova-san said.

“Can't it be a year?” Valentina whimpered.

“No, sweetheart,” he said. “This marriage had to stick. One year isn't enough.”

“But--!” she yelped. Popova-san put up his hand.

“Please do not argue with me,” he said. “My mind is made up.” Valentina sat back and pouted. I slowly raised my hand.

“Excuse me,” I said. Father and daughter glared at me. I slowly lowered my hand. I shouldn't have done that. Too late now.

“I agree,” I said. “Five years is a bit too long. Maybe take one or two years off?” I paused as I waited. Did I screw up? Popova-san took a moment to think about this. Valentina stared at me. I shrugged at her.

“Three years?” Popova-san suggested. I turned to Valentina. She rolled her eyes. I shrugged again.

“Yes sir,” I said.

“Right,” he said. I tried to make myself smile. This was going to be a long night, wasn't it? I sighed and closed my eyes. Get me out of this hell!

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