The Mafia's Forbidden Desire

Chapter Three

Lashea

At the time I approached I saw Nahuel was foreseeing, looking very annoyed. I walked fast, and stood beside him.

Hissing at me for being late, he opened his mouth to insult me but when his eyes fell upon on me, taking my apparel libidinously— I understood he is satisfied.

Pleased. Satisfied.

He was pleased because I didn't disappointed him— I wore the dress which he notarized to me.

And I did that to entrench myself from his wrath.

Yeah I am coward, daunted to stand up against him.

Eyeing me up like I am the meat of the feast until his eyes landed on my chest— without ejecting his eyes from me, he gestured me to follow him. I felt so sickened at his whack to feed on my body so shamelessly.

I took a deep breathe to placid me down and relieved me from my unworthy wariness, that modeled me to follow him slowly.

"Don't talk until it necessary and don't be friendly with anyone unless I tell you," tightening his hold on me he leads me to the entrance.

Despising every bit of this occasion— forcing me to attracting the attention of his rival so he can get information is the outrageous step from him.

And what lowly despicable maneuver I can expect from him? Commencing all the people who came here no less than Nahuel or even more strenuous. They are vile and a monster.

Despising every moment and disfavoring the doom of the fact that I have to interact with this type of people as Mrs. Ó Braoin.

Promenading through the avenue, I look around and get mesmerized by the flourishment.

Exquisite.

Thrilling.

Blood-tingling.

But yet sensual and hedonic.

Skepticism my conviction all over the room, as far as I can look, my eyes finally fixed on a Man who is standing at the crook of the hall and his gaze fixed on me, watching me— measuring me.

On spur of moment I got extreme cold that I forget to move, my fervor hurdling with agitation, sending electron to my spine until Nahuel tugged me riotously, and I realized we are in an occasion.

Looking up I saw his eyes still immovable on me. My body started to burn up, feeling like I will explode.

So exotic and unreal.

Squeezing my legs, shifting my body— I lowered my gaze, avoiding his piercing gaze. His dark aura cautions me only the exigency.

Nahuel hands ran up and down on my bare back, prodded me that why am I here. He is busy talking with his men so he didn't notice the change in me. I am so fervent to leer at him but I didn't dare.

I didn't dare to haul a risk. But my mind is already captured him.

Who is he?

And why he is looking at me?

Unaware of what to do, I accidentally looked up and met His eyes. An undisclosed warmth conceal my mind— my soul, my body. Helplessly I lowered my eyes again and ignored the man's presence.

Neglecting him is the best option for me unless I contemplated a distress for me.

So omission is the choicest privilege for me.

I stood beside Nahuel as he introduce me to his allies who are also disgusted like him. They are tearing my body with their lustful gaze and ideation but didn't say a word because of Nahuel.

But I know if he went away then they wouldn't wait. And obviously Nahuel wouldn't mind to share me with his associates at all, even he would be pleased to divvy me to them and feel contented to see me agonized in detestation.

No self-stigma.

I overlooked them and focusing my eyes on the decoration, avoiding the eyes and unaware of them so they would leave me alone for the heaven sake.

Nahuel made himself busy with his conversation with the guys, wholly derogated me.

Although I didn't mind, I would rather die than found myself in their converse. Vagrant my gaze over the room I found Him staring at me critically, I still didn't get the meaning of his cold venomous stare upon me which gave me chilling on my vein.

Infinitely I drop my eyes. I am hyperventilating and shook up completely.

My breathe caught abruptly and feeling apprehensive. I can sense that the pressure on the air changed or it's just only me who is feeling like this.

Lifting my gaze from the glass, I restlessly followed my hunch and I was not erring.

Here is the man walking towards my direction like he owned the berth and giving a damn about others. Clutching my gowns securely i halcyon myself, and started to invoke to god that he could save me.

The foot step was too close... too close that my heart raced and body feels deadened. Not knowing what to do I looked again and surprised to see Ian in front of me.

In a jiffy I look around and catch nothing. There is no presence of Him.

How?

He was there and now he is disappeared like he doesn't exist.

Is my brain romping or hoaxing me?

How could a person just dissipate in a second? I looked further, inspecting the extent but find nothing.

Feeling discontented I placed the glass on the bar counter but fully aware of the men Nahuel is inundating. I didn't piety the idea of employing me as a forfeit for his ornery binge. Always employed me as a shield making me furious.

As I turned, I saw Ian whispered something to Nahuel and his expression changed eccentrically— it makes me scared. Externally ignoring my presence he went with Ian and left me with his odious associates.

Tensed. Enraged. Petrified.

Seeing him like this make me terrified. His anger... his disappointments always caused me terrible consecution. And it hurts. I shivered with the memories came in my mind and proceed to walk in other direction— away from those mephitic shrilling eyes who are nibbling on me immodestly.

While I took the step I sensed someone's hand on my wrist, tenured me tightly and hurting me. I looked at him skeptically— offended and panicked.

Covering my nervousness I masked my expression.

Don't want to create any scene.

And they knew that I won't be able to do anything or else Nahuel wouldn't be please at me.

"Join us, girl." His voice came out almost nastily that I really wanted to spew, and others laughed at this like he did deluxe a quip on me.

Nervously I voiced out but the person cut me off. "Me? But..."

"We won't bite." Paused. "Unless." Again paused. "You cast us to." Winked at me.

Everyone convulsed at the thought.

I flinging to struggle out from his hands but all the attempt was havoc over my nervousness as the other man stood behind me and circling his hands on my girth, preventing me from dashing away.

I heaved when his other hand touch my bare back, warning me that i am manhandling by Nahuel's partners, shamelessly.

I look around for help but everyone seems hustling in their world.

No attention fronting at their environs.

Fumbling inefficacy in me I steeled in my place, and obeyed them. Nahuel wouldn't be please if I displeased them.

Sick and sleazy.

They are torturing me for their mirth and concussing me to accept the upshot for what reason?

What I had ever done to deserve this?

They lead me to the bar counter and handed me a glass of wine and gestured me to drink it.

As if I will drink it!

Never ever. God knows what they mix in this drink? This is the first time I accompanied them in a Mafia bash but it's not the first time that we met.

I knew them finely to swallow the drink and lost myself in this bash to let them have their way with me. One hell is enough to destroy my soul, moreover I know as well that if they demand then Nahuel will throw me to them as a slut he extracted me.

And I wouldn't able to notion that humiliation.

Externally doing nothing I was coerced to the life where I have to live in fears and nightmares, and being a tart for him and his friends.

Blasphemed myself silently, I poured the drink on my dress apprehensively and tried to interim like it happened haphazardly.

"Oh, I am so clumsy. Pardon me, I would go and clean myself." Disposing to channel myself from them so I don't have to accompany them the rest of hours.

Though my endeavor failed miserably just as the man, who was stood on the other silently, came and pressed his body to me. "First, have the drink then we will escort you personally, to the room where we can clean you." His voice is precariously husky and filled with lust.

Helplessly, when I felt there is no way to escape them, I took the drink and slurped it. The burning sensation was too much for me as I confined my eyes exigently to avoid there vision.

I don't find any deviance in the drink... like it would give me some unknown vibes yet the drink seems normal to me but no the situation. I heard the cackles and recessed my with a shame with fact that they find my discomfort alluring when I only feeling the revolting assault.

I avert my vision to prevent the water from falling and my eyes engaged with the mulberry sight— watching me with a detestation like I cauterized him still his eyes hold the treacherous fierceness that obstructing my heart in fraction.

I dust away the tears and without giving a glance I stormed out from their hold.

Can't able to take any audacity and disgrace anymore.

Hating every moment of life as I bustled into the other corridor so I could exhalation and alleviating my marred soul which aching for some amenity, I never had in my life.

I slumped thrice as I took the direction of the balcony. My limbs are cramping the hell out of me, just because of this stupid high heels.

While I spanned the stoop, I disabused the heels from my feet and sat down on the wooden seat, clean off the tears roughly so no one can notice me in a vulnerable phase. It's too humbling that I gave controlled to those men to disservice me crudely in public. I eroded my arms savagely, discarding their touch from my body.

I cried out loudly. My body ached but no one is here to console me. And who will console me?

No one. I am nothing that someone would feel engrossed towards me. If anyone look then they will only see the revulsion, the way he filled now.

How cold and malefic he looked. Soheroically devilish and untouchable. His mulberry eyes crossing mymind and my body felt jolt, but the way he was looking at me made me feel like very cheap. Very lousy.

My heart cracked at the sight. I felt pain... only pain. And feeling helpless that I can't do anything about it, I hide my face with my palms.

Why god is chastising me when he can see that I am damaged fully.

The damaged heart— and nothing can mend my heart... and soul. I am broken. Shattered. Crenelated. And congested with emptiness.

With a sigh I carefully checked my feet which is swollen now. I wiped the tears again and checked my feet if I can walk. I fallen three times badly and injured that it would be difficult to walk. So I decided to take rest in the fresh air.

I didn't expect respect from them because they don't know how to give a respect to a woman. But I didn't also want to feel humiliation like I am a garbage.

Every terrifying retention of my past running in my mind and I am losing my nerve, leaving me in breathless and shivering point that i can barely focus on my front. Living life like this is a curse. I realize I was crying again. Clean it off, I took a step forward— my legs are feeling like Jell-O, nervously I took more step and went to the railing of the veranda and inhaled sharply. I realized it has been long time that I am standing in a fresh air. Or else I am just a prisoner and a w***e of Nahuel.

I don't know for how long I am standing here until I heard a sound from my behind. I turned around and met with a furious mulberry eyes which wedging me heatedly.

I gripped the side of railing as my knees stumbled. His pointed look making me scared and all I wanted was to ride off from here and hide in a darkest place where this man can't spot me. His dusky eyes vigorously watching me and taking every measure of my acts.

My body alarmed cardinally and slowly it's actuated to move to the corner slowly he doesn't catch me.

However I was wrong when I saw him near me, he assuredly charged fast towards me and blocked my path. Although at first I thought he will not impeded me but I am wrong. Intensely he stood in front of me, watching me and surprisingly didn't utter a word.

I melted under his heated gaze and feeling overpowered by him. I jumped terrifyingly when my skin felt his touch on my side. No, he didn't touch me... it was an accident as his hand still remain on the same place.

My thoughts divert violently dirty and my body reacted without any hazard of my mind.

No. Stop.

I warned myself.

He is a danger. He screams danger. Don't think otherwise. You came here for a reason not just fooling around yourself and getting into the bad side of Nahuel.

It will land you up in more trouble and besides this man seems more demoniac than Nahuel. In other way of course.

And I am not interest to go into this other direction. Undoubtedly I am not comparing him to Nahuel or others.

But I can't retracted the fact that this man is not a saint.

Nahuel and his partners are a sick bastard... comparing him to them would be mistake when I don't know him. Still he is looking more treacherous, formidable and manipulative devil than anyone else.

Thinking something like that is sounding so ungenerous of me and I am not a horrifying person to do this kind of thinking. But it also factual that an imperceptible person can't be here without any reasons. Except me.

I am forced to be here. I am forced to live a life which I never wanted.

Looking at him, I met his heinous glaring and I have no idea why he is looking at me with so much hatred. A displeasure run through my mind because of this unwanted hatred.

He is no one to look at me with venom in his eyes. I can feel the new enmity in me and I also returned his destructive gesture to him. Not going to take any irreverence from an itinerant man.

My life is already f****d up with lots of lies and poisonous memories and torment that I don't want any additional tortures from any stranger.

Giving an outrageous look, I tried to jab him, so his minty fresh breath can't drizzle me though it's calloused to not meld in his fervent look. But as I said 'I tried' not achieve the satisfaction of break free from him.

I glared with venom that he startled with my sudden act. His eyes narrowed and he step back a little, enough to create a small space between us.

My knees are weakening with the time.

Feared or nocuous, I don't know what people called that thing but clearly I don't like it. I don't like his heated and a venomous gaze at me like he can see through me.

As I tried to move my leg sprained with pain. Holding the railing I calmed myself down but aware of the present so I slowly walked away from him. But his eyes following me entire time and never leave my side for a second.

He didn't try to give me hand for the generosity, he just kept staring like a cold-blooded man who has no feelings and his eyes are icy cool and holding no ecstasy.

Looking at him appraisingly for a century I abruptly slipped and I whimpered lowly as I tried to balance myself and then I felt a rough but strong hand enclosed on my waist averting me from falling.

I wrenched and feeling like my whole body palpitating with his touch like he burned me. I glanced at this silentious crisp man who is giving me iced pantomime from the time when he came here, just to have a good look.

And Holy freaking god.

My breath caught in the breeze of phantasm. Delirious or I am being delusional— I don't know. Tottering my head slightly, I disposed my saliva and actualized how attractive he is!

So aristocratic. Overwrought at the thought I lowered my gaze. Contaminating with my stained thought I get annoyed.

Very annoyed.

It's very conspicuous for me to envision like this. Stepping out after a long time, I really misusing my liberty and calling danger for me.

Discarding his presence once again, his eyes narrowed at the act of mine, but I didn't ado and walked to the sling crippling so many times as it's pained.

I am too confused as he didn't utter a word towards me. Is he disabled? Can't he speak?

I fondle the sadness in me as the thought came in my mind. Looking at him I saw his lips moved and I stunned.

"You shouldn't wear the heels if you are not used to it."

I receded stunningly. "Yo-you can speak?!" confusing at my statement as I didn't know I questioned him or I questioned myself.

"Is there anything disabled in me that I can't talk?" His voice slurred and I felt his breathe on my neck.

Trembled inside I shook my head not trusting my voice. Finally I able to wrapped the heels around my feet.

Stood up I look at him nervously and slowly said, "Thanks for helping me out there."

Before he can assert something I ran painfully burning my heart with his intense heated eyes.

Walking fleetly, realization hit me— I was gone for long period.

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