*Here is my new Roman story. This a little different than I usually do. I hope that you like it*
SPAIN 1840
Roman Reigns along with his crew of pirates walked into the doors of his favorite pub in Spain the night before he and his crew were to set sail to the West Indies. Roman smiled as a group of wenches flocked around him the moment his foot stepped in the door. Roman was a notorious known pirate throughout Europe and the West Indies. He was mostly known for his trickery, his philandering, his thieving behavior and he had been known to kill. Most of Europe feared him but the wenches flocked to him like birds, hanging on him, hanging on his every word hoping to be taken to his bed that night. He had a way with women that most men envied. Roman had an irresistibility to women, his hair was long often tied up into a ponytail or a small bun at the nape of his neck, he had a broad chest and large arms, powerful thighs that looked to be able to tear the tightness of his breeches at any given moment. His skin was a natural beige color and his eyes a stormy grey. He was a sweet talker, a womanizer. He had no shame in his behavior no man had been as arrogant or as cocky as Roman Reigns had been. He had a long list of enemies but his list of allies was longer not many people wanted to be on the bad side of Roman Reigns.
Roman made his way over to his normal table scaring those sitting around it away. He laughed as he and his crew took their seats as the wenches gathered around him and his crew. The waitress hurried over to them delivering them their beer. He gave her a soft wink causing her to smile before she walked away. "You're actually doing business with Old Man Giuseppe?" inquired his best friend Dean Ambrose.
He let out a small laugh as he held a woman on his lap sharing his beer with her. "I'll do business with anyone that has something that interests me for trade."
"He's a gypsy. He can't have too much," he said taking a swig of his beer. "What could he have that could possibly interest you?"
Roman let out another small chuckle, "Cecily."
"Cecily?" he asked. "His daughter?"
"The only Cecily I know," he said with a smile as his hand slid up the skirt of the woman sitting on his lap, traveling up her leg and resting on her thigh. She let out a deep breath and allowed his hand to slide further up her thigh. "Cecily is 10 and 9 now. Giuseppe is going to want to marry her off."
"She's not virtuous and she's a gypsy," he said, "what kind of man is going to want to marry a damaged gypsy girl?"
"Me," he said with a small chuckle. "She's not bad to look at and I am sure I would have a lot of fun with her."
"You're going to trade gold for his daughter? What makes you think Giuseppe is going to agree to this?"
"Giuseppe is callous. He doesn't care about Cecily. The price of gold is more than what his daughter is worth to him. I'm sure he won't mind the trade."
"You're just going to give up the life of all this," he said waving his hand in the direction of the women gathered around Roman. "To be married to Cecily?"
"I may have a mistress or two," he said with a small laugh, "but I desire to have Cecily as my wife. I need a woman that will continue my legacy by bearing me children. I am 20 and 8 it is time to settle down just a bit."
"You're too wild to tame," Dean laughed. "Cecily will have a hell of a time taming you."
"No woman will ever tame me," he said as he saw Giuseppe walk into the pub. He let out a little chuckle and said, "business time." He removed his hand from the woman's skirt, placed her on her feet and stood to meet Giuseppe privately. "Old Man Giuseppe how are you?" he asked placing his hand on the old man's shoulder squeezing slightly. Giuseppe was a gypsy from Romania that had traveled to Spain with his two young daughters Cecily and Cynthia after their mother had passed away giving birth to their son that passed away a couple hours later. He joined with another band of gypsies traveling from place to place, tricking people out of money and stealing valuables from homes as they traveled through Europe. Giuseppe was just as notorious as Roman when it came to the people of Europe. He was well known for his behavior and using his two daughters to trick innocent people. Cynthia ran off with a gypsy man when she was 10 and 4 to marry him leaving Cecily and her father behind. Giuseppe's attention was focused on Cecily, keeping her close at all times.
"Roman," he said in his deep accent. "We discuss gold?" he asked with money signs in his dark brown eyes.
"Yes, Giuseppe," he said rubbing his hands together before guiding him to a private table in the pub where they could discuss everything privately and no one could hear them. "So you want my gold?"
"Yes," a smile came across Giuseppe's face that reached his eyes. He was going grey at the roots of his dark hair and he was a plump old man, his hair falling to his shoulders. He was dressed in ragged clothes and a torn jacket. "I want gold."
"I am sure you do," he said. "What do you have to offer me for the gold?" he asked.
"I a poor man. I have nothing," he said holding up his empty hands.
"I don't give handouts. You have to trade something to me for the gold I have."
"Please, I have nothing. I want gold."
"We all want gold," said Roman as he rubbed his chin. "Do you have anything of value you would like to trade for gold?"
"I have watch," he said pulling out a gold watch and handing it to Roman.
Roman looked over the watch and shook his head. "Not valuable enough," he said, "what about Cecily?"
"You want my daughter?" he asked.
"Yes to marry her," he handed the watch back to him.
"No, you not get my daughter," he said.
"Then you don't get my gold," said Roman with a sly smile. "It was pleasure doing business with you though." He stood to his feet and placed his hand out to Giuseppe.
"Wait," he said.
"Yes?" Roman arched a brow at him.
"You take care of her?"
"Of Cecily?"
"Yeah, you care for her, take care of her? She my life."
"More ways than you could ever imagine," he said with a wicked smile.
"All right," said Giuseppe. "Cecily be your wife for gold," he said.
"Wonderful," Roman winked at him and said, "when you provide Cecily to me. I will provide you the gold. We set sail tomorrow morning for the West Indies."
"Okay," he said with a nod before he hurried out of the pub as Roman let out a victorious laugh.
Roman made his way over to the table with his crew and picked up a beer. "I'm getting married." He threw back the beer and drank it down as his crew cheered for him.
"Papa," said Cecily as her father walked into her room as she was running a brush through her raven black hair. "I thought you were out tonight?"
"I was," he said coming behind her placing his hands on her shoulders make her tense beneath his touch. "I made business deal."
"Oh," she said as he played with her waist length hair. "What do you need me to do, Papa?"
He gave her a soft smile as he massaged her shoulders. "You marry Roman Reigns."
"What?" she asked with shock in her voice. "You want me to marry Roman Reigns? No."
"You will." He kissed the side of her cheek. "I need gold."
"But papa, I'm your daughter. You need me."
"No Cecily no gold," he said without sympathy in his voice. "Pack up. You marry tonight."
"Papa," she said in protest as she stood to face him. "I'm not marrying him."
"You will, Cecily," he yelled startling her but she was not going to back down. She did not want to marry someone she didn't know, she didn't to want to marry a man that was known for murdering people and destroying lives. She had dreams of marrying a gypsy man that would have her after the years of damage that had been done to her over the years. She knew she was undesirable for marriage no gypsy man wanted a young woman that was not pure but she held out hope to one day be out of her father's watch and to be loved by someone special. Being traded to a pirate for gold was not her idea of the life she wanted.
"No, Papa," she protested. Giuseppe grew angry with his daughter and took his back hand across her face, slapping her hard. She cried out in pain before he continued his assault on his beautiful daughter. "Papa!" she yelled. "Please," she said as she was on the floor on her hands and knees after he had thrown her there and kicked her several times from his anger. She knew her father was an impatient man. She knew it had to be his way. It had to always be his way since Cynthia left. She knew better than to anger him. Most of the times she chose not to anger her to avoid his wrath but other times she was stubborn in her ways which angered him and he punished her the way he felt necessary. "Stop, Papa, I'll marry him," she said with tears streaming from her emerald eyes. "I'll marry him," she said. He reached his hand out for her and she took it. He helped her off the floor and wrapped her up in an embrace, apologizing to her for his outburst and for his anger. "I know, Papa. It's okay. I'm sorry too," she said with softness in her voice. "I love you, Papa."
"I love you," he said before he kissed her cheek softly. "Pack up," he said. "You husband wait."
"Okay," she said softly as he let her go. He left the room and she broke down into sobs as she packed up her things. Even if she didn't want to marry this would be her only escape from her father; as much as she loved him she couldn't stand to live with him another day. Maybe life with the pirate wouldn't be too bad but she knew she would never love him like she would love any man that could capture her heart.
Cecily was a beautiful young girl. Roman's breath was caught in his chest the moment Giuseppe brought his daughter to his side to marry him. Cecily's green eyes met Roman's stormy grey eyes and he smiled as they made eye contact. He had seen her around Spain with her father because her father very rarely allowed her out of his sight but had not seen her this closely. He had heard she was a rare beauty with her green eyes, her olive colored skin, her perfect pink lips and her raven black hair that she wore braided up into a bun most of the times she had seen him. She wore a light green gown that matched her eyes and stood out against her olive skin. Cecily married Roman that night against her will but to please her father. She barely even knew the man except for all the terrible things she had heard about him but nonetheless she thought he was handsome. Her breath was taken away the moment she met him with her father. Knowing no more than his name and the terrible rumors surrounding him she became the pirate's wife.
Roman's men brought the gold to the dock for him. He exchanged the gold to Giuseppe as he held tightly to Cecily's arm his newest prized possession that he would spend the night consummating their marriage with and spending the rest of his life taking care of. She was his and he took pride in his ownership of her. He was not going to let her go. "Farewell, Papa," she said with tears in her eyes as he admired the gold given to him.
"Farewell, Cecily," he said not taking his eyes off his gold, not even willing to give his daughter one final hug before she boarded Roman's ship for them to set sail to the West Indies.
As they boarded the ship Roman stopped and faced Cecily. "You're beautiful, Cecily. And you're mine," he said with a smile on his face before he leaned down to kiss her lips. She turned her head away from him and he caught her cheek. He let out a small chuckle. "That's how you want to play it? I love when women fight me. We have a marriage to celebrate," he said taking her by the arm leading her to his bedchamber.
"I'll never love you," she protested. "Never!"
He pulled her into his bedchamber and kicked the door shut. "I didn't marry you for love," he said with a wicked smile. "Your lack of love for me will have no difference nor make me change my mind. You are here simply to bear my children and raise them so the legacy of Roman Reigns will live on forever."
*A/N: Is it a keeper or no? What did you think of Giuseppe trading Cecily for gold? What kind of damage do you think Cecily has endured over the last few years? What are your thoughts on Roman wanting to marry Cecily in trade for gold? What do you think about the story so far? Please review and thank-you for reading.