The tyres of the car screeched to a halt as they reached the marriage registry.

Isabella nervously glanced around.

"What are we doing here?" She asked, but he ignored her, and the door was pulled open once again. She followed after him.

"What are we doing here, Luca?"

Luca faltered in his steps, regarding her with an irritated look.

"Are you dumb?" He eyed her. "What does one do at a marriage registry?"

She was taken aback at his tone.

"We have to talk to my parents first," she argued, and he scoffed.

"Do I look like I care? You wanted their approval, and now you've gotten it. Isn't that why you left me years ago?" Luca sneered at her, and Isabella's eyes widened in realization.

This man wasn't the man she fell in love with. He had changed. His eyes, which once held love, now had only contempt. She glanced around; the registry was practically empty as it was late, with only his men around, and even if she were to scream, no one would come to her aid.

They were obviously on his side.

"This is not right, Luca." She pleaded, and he stomped over to her.

"But you abandoning me after making a mockery of my love for you is? You humiliated me, Bella." He roared. "You made a ridicule of me in front of your friends. The memory is engraved in my mind to this day. When things got hard, it was my fuel. I wanted to watch you and your so-called family grovel at my feet, and now it is time." He gave a sarcastic laugh. "I would make sure you suffer. Come on!" He forcefully pulled her along.

Isabella tried to struggle free, but he wasn't having it. The next few minutes were a blur as they signed the marriage certificate, and he drove her over to her home to pack things.

Tears streamed down her eyes all through the drive as she wondered if she would ever get out of the mess she was in.

From the way he was treating her roughly, she knew that life with him would be hell, but there was nothing she could do anymore. They were already married.

"Get out," Luca ordered as they reached her home.

They were met with her father's loud angry voice as they went in.

"I refuse to let my daughter marry such an imbecile that has nothing to offer. Get me the commissioner's number. I'd have him arrested. He held me captive so I had no choice. A good-for-nothing street nobody—

"Is that so?" Luca's cold voice interrupted as he stepped in with a downcasted and hopeless Isabella by his side.

"You! I'd have you arrested. Let my daughter go!" Mr Moretti yelled with his face swollen in anger.

"Yes, please. Isabella dear come over." Mrs Moretti encouraged, but Isabella threw a weary glance at Luca, who was watching them all with a bored, uninterested expression.

"Isabella, come here right now!" Her father ordered once again and Luca let out a dark chuckle.

"Fools."

"Excuse me? What insolence—

"The insolence is you trying to take my wife away from me." He sneered. "You should be grateful that I let you go scot-free. With everything you did to me, that was mercy on my part!"

"Mercy? You forced my daughter into marriage? It is null, you hear me? Null and void! You didn't have the decency to meet her parents first? You street animal—

That was as far as Mr Moretti could get, as Luca slammed him against the wall in a chokehold.

"Dear!"

"Father!"

His family exclaimed in fear but there was nothing they could do.

"Let me go! Get the... get the guards..." He choked out, evoking a malicious laugh from Luca.

"Your men are currently being held up by mine and any wrong move, they'd be shot dead. You don't think I'd come here unprepared? I told you, I've planned this day for years." He snarled into the face of Mr Moretti which was already turning blue.

Mr Moretti clawed at his hand as his airway became restricted, Isabella and her mother could only watch in horror as he spluttered.

"You... you've... crossed... the wrong person. I'd have... have you... dealt with. You must have... forgotten—

"There's nothing you can do!" Luca thundered "Do you think I'm the same person I used to be? No! I have worked my way to the top and you'd do well to remember that." He let go of his father-in-law and he fell in a heap on the ground.

Then stared down at him with a venomous look in his eyes.

"With one word from me, my enemies are destroyed. Wherever I go, heads roll. I do not think twice before repaying my debts. You must have heard of the new mafia king who doesn't show mercy?" He cocked his head and the eyes of everyone in the room widened.

They had indeed heard about the new dangerous man on the throne. Luca tipped his head condescendingly as his voice dropped several degrees.

"I am Luca DeLuca. The new mafia king of New Orleans."

"You... you..." Mr. Moretti stumbled over his words when he'd finally caught his breath. "You're the one they've been talking about? It can't be... it just can't..." He trailed off with wide eyes.

News had been going around about the new man that had just risen to power. Word had it that he came from nothing and had to work his way up to where he was today.

How could he not have guessed?

If the stories he had been hearing were true, then it meant his daughter was in trouble. This was no longer about a father's disapproval; Luca DeLuca was a dangerous man.

Luca sniggered at the look of realization on their faces. Especially that on Mr. Moretti's. The grudge he had against the man went deeper than anyone knew.

He crossed his arms across his chest in defiance.

"Are you surprised? After all, you thought you'd bury me completely with that scandal."

Mr. Moretti avoided his eyes, and Isabella looked between her father and newly wedded husband.

What scandal was he talking about?

"I was just a young boy, struggling to earn a living, and you decided to use it against me. Because I was ready to be your underdog for money?" He spat, his words dripping with bitterness.

"What is he talking about, father?" Isabella's small voice spoke up. "Luca, I was the one who betrayed you. I broke your heart. I ridiculed you. Please leave my father out of this. Leave my family out of this. Aren't you satisfied with ruining my life alone?" She pleaded, but all she got in reply was a loud laugh of disbelief from him.

Then his face suddenly turned hard and serious, and he threw an accusing stare at Mr. Moretti.

"You didn't tell her?"

Mr Moretti remained quiet, confirming his suspicions. Luca laughed again, but this time, it didn't reach his eyes.

"You really didn't tell her. My God. What a hypocrite. You didn't tell your daughter that her boyfriend was the underdog you used for your illegal dealings, and when things were about to get out of hand, you made him a scapegoat?"

"What?" Isabella paled, and he threw her a disgruntled look.

"How do you think we met? What would a poor nobody like me be doing around your circles? I was your father's underdog, but he asked me not to say a word to you. I thought he'd come clean after we broke up, but he didn't."

Isabella's face held an appalled expression.

"Father? Is that why you made me break up with him? Because you didn't want him associated with your name when the scandal was released? You ruined his life?" She asked. "Talk to me, father!"

She felt stupid. How could she not have known? He just disappeared into thin air after they broke up and she didn't hear about him since then.

"Be quiet!" Luca peered at her with a prowled look. "You're just the same as your father. One word from him and you abandoned the street thug. You could've stayed by my side. I loved you! You were the only one I had, but you left me high and dry."

He laughed bitterly.

"Not to worry. I'm back to repay it all." He threw a menacing look at Mr. Moretti, who had gone silent in shock. "Your scheme almost destroyed my life. Do you know what I had to go through in that slimy prison cell? The things I had to do to survive..." His gaze held a faraway look as he recollected those awful moments.

Moments that built him into what he is today. They made him tough and resilient.

Luca's lips curled up at the side, and he raised an eyebrow at him.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to kill you. Yet. I just want to give you a peek at the hell I went through. Your family almost ruined my life, so I'm here to ruin it. You and your daughter, your wife is just a bonus." He took a step towards him, and the man watched with a dreadful look. "I'll make you suffer. I'll break you all and then put you back together. Then I'll break you again. You'll beg for death, but that would be too easy of a punishment. I also begged for death, but it didn't come. I'll make you wish you were never born," he threw a look at Mrs. Moretti and Isabella. "Then your family would wish they never knew you. You, Isabella, would pay for how you treated me because I will bring hell to you, and when you begin to get used to it," he paused, and his face was rid of all emotions.

"I'll kill you."

Then he spun around and took a seat on the sofa, cross-legged. A big smile graced his face.

"Go get your things, wife. You don't want to keep your husband waiting, do you?"