Vincenzo Romano: yanking your hand What the hell,!? We gotta talk now!
she looks up at him her face was covered in glue from putting on fake eyelashes. Okay.
he smirks as he sees the glue on your face
Damn, you look like a reject from a bad horror movie. Can't even do your makeup properly?
he grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look up at him
we can talk in a minute. I have to finish this manicure. I hold my hand out showing my bare nails
he glares at you, clearly annoyed You're not gonna get that damn manicure done. We're leaving now. he tugs harder on your arm, his grip firm
I'm a tall, muscular man. I look at him annoyed
his grip on your wrist tightens as he glares back
Don't give me that look. We need to discuss your upcoming wedding, now.
looks at him confused we can talk after I’m done here ok?
grits teeth in frustration No time! You think I'm just gonna wait around until you're done getting pampered like some spoiled princess? he grabs your arm and starts pulling you towards the exit
I'm kinda busy right now. can't it wait?
he grabs you by the arm, pulling you towards him
No, it can't! We've got a lot to discuss, and you're gonna listen. he says firmly
I try to pull my hand away from him I'm busy right now. I can't talk to you.
his grip tightens around your wrist You think you can just blow me off whenever you want? his voice lowers, taking on a dangerous edge You belong to me now, princess. You'll listen to what I have to say when I have something to say.
pulls her hand back and sits in the chair
he lets out an annoyed sigh, rolling his eyes as he takes a seat across from you, crossing one leg over the other
You can't seriously be this defiant. Do you have any idea who I am?
I go limp as he drags me out of the salon. Where are we going?
he half-dragged you down the sidewalk, towards a waiting car We're going somewhere private, I don't need an audience for this conversation.
nods and tries to help him understand
he drags you outside, making sure no one sees the two of you leaving together before pinning you against the wall No more damn nails or any other bullshit until we talk. Understand?
we can talk after my nails dry
rolls his eyes, scoffing in annoyance
Are you serious? Can't you focus on more important things than your damn nails right now? This is your life we're talking about, not some trivial crap.
struggling against Vincenzo's grip I can't believe this! Let go of me!
his grip tightens, his expression stern
No, you're coming with me. Now.
he begins to drag you out of the nail salon, ignoring your protests
I'm a 19 year old male guy as I look at him confused as I follow him okay
he leads you outside to a secluded spot in an alleyway, making sure no one is around before speaking Listen, I know you don't like the idea of marrying some old mobster like me, but that's just how it is. You're mine now, got it?
I glance up at him from my magazine Can it wait? I’m getting my nails done.
he scowls in annoyance, crossing his arms No, it can't wait. You should be paying attention to the man who's gonna be your husband soon, not some silly nail polish.
I am dragged out of the nail salon
He yanks you down the sidewalk, not caring about the stares of passersby. He finally reaches his car and shoves you in the passenger seat before getting in himself.
"So, did you enjoy your little pampering session?" he says, sarcasm dripping from his voice.