The Mafia's Forbidden Desire

Chapter Four

Vasileios

I walked towards her while eyeing her up and down but found the distance between us f*****g annoying as it's taking a long time to reach her. I was almost there and I f*****g knew the danger if I went to her, still I kept going but then a solid black suit block my view.

Fuck.

I was f*****g going to meet her and here is the man of evening came to stop me.

"What the f**k, Branko?" I growled.

"What the f**k you think you are doing? Walking to her? Are you out of your f*****g mind, Vasileios?" He also growled back.

I gave a death glare.

I knew that it was stupid act but too hard to convince myself. I looked at her direction— her parted lips, wide eyes, flushed cheeks, nervous posture— looking like a broken doll yet beautiful. But f**k what the hell I was thinking?

Going there? Meet her? f**k.

I averted my gaze and looked at Branko who is giving me an odious look for my impulsive act. What the f**k was wrong with me? Acting like a f*****g p***y over a girl I never met or knew?

Just a picture of her made me f*****g i***t.

I ignored Branko and walked to the corner of the second booth to have a f*****g drink and control that f*****g thoughts I am having for her. Damn me and damn this f*****g occasion.

Taking the drink I swallow it until it burn my throats. Not giving a f**k anymore.

"Glad that you realized." He mocked, c*****g an eyebrow at me.

I rose my eyebrow at his mockery. "f**k, Branko. Careful to make a spoof right now." I gave a flying warned.

I don't like when someone pointed a finger at my inaccuracy. It's not that I f*****g care... it's just my self-worth. If it was not Branko then I probably shoot the man who would remark like that.

I never regret at my flub. I made so many f*****g mistakes in my life but I gave a damn, unless it's about my family. When it comes to my family I would never stand for any miscalculation. Family is all that matters.

It's the f*****g first lesson of the Serbs Progeny. We made an oath "Porodica i potomstvo prvi su prioritet." – Family and Progeny is the first precedence. For a Family and Progeny, we can vaporized anything, not matter what's arm and a leg we have to pay.

We all knew. Great grandpa made sure of that to exercise us with the family pledge.

Progeny is all. Always will be.

Having my fifth drink I looked up and saw Nahuel went with Ian, I frowned at his tensed body then looking at Branko I asked, "Did something happen? Or you f****d her sister?"

He snidely smile, swallow the drink he met my eyes. "Nothing f**k that concern us. Probably the American's Outfit."

I nodded my eyes and divert my attention to the girl who is unknowingly f*****g my mind for weeks. Noticing that her eyes is roaming around the room, looking like exploring her eyesight for something but couldn't find it. I noticed previously that when she saw Ian instead off me— her eyes became so saddened.

She was resentful, shocked, and puzzled.

"Amused?"

"f**k Yes."

"Careful." Warned me, then went to the other side to enjoy the party.

I looked up and what I saw making me angry. She was in middle of three man who are Nahuel's associates, and smiling to them entrancingly— acting like a f*****g w***e.

Clenching my hands I ordered another drink... and the boy who was serving winced at my rough deep voice.

Shaking off the reaction, I gripped the glass tightly and watching her trifle act. Not so innocent. Image can bemused you. And I let myself bemused by daze piece.

I should have known better.

I still not taking my eyes off her— f**k I couldn't. She turned her eyes nervously and met mine. For a second I saw the distaste in her eyes but she turned around went to the booth with them. I fisted my grip tightly so I don't lose control.

And why not? I knew Nahuel and his nature. He wouldn't mind to share and for this reason he brought her tonight. Suddenly exposing his secluded wife resembled like f*****g suspicious act to me, if there is no hidden agenda.

But I know there is or else he won't show off with her after long f*****g years.

Bastard using his w***e of a wife to get information.

I looked at her again with too much hatred and repulsion yet I couldn't ascend my eyes off her. My vision take her low cut gown hugging her distinctive curvilinear body and her open back— not to mention she is not wearing a bra, all open for to devour and her heart-shaped face with a soft hazel eyes, short but average height draw deliberation from me.

Helplessly I couldn't distract myself from her.

She is haunting my attention to her inadvertently but her face is stating that she would like to be less noticeable yet drawing attention to her naively.

Her innocence saying that she is not the type of girl who will go into nasty root to seek attention but her action and motive is crucial and totally unconvincing.

I am still observing the deadly woman who is flirting with those men. No shame. How dexterously she thrown her to them! And I am not understanding why I am inflaming with this hellish act of her. It's not my business. She can do whatever she want— whoring herself to the men whatever she wants. Why the f**k is it pestering me?

For no reason I am peeving up here and she is enjoying the f*****g company. I tried to divert my eyes and finding real beauty yet my sight land up on her and the display of her immodesties caustic me up and seeing the way men's hands roving her almost naked body over the vitriolic piece of cloth she wearing, just incensed me.

Can't she find any proper dress or just came here to attract the men's attention with this filthy garment?

Very grody moves by a lady!

I was slaughtering her with my moony vision and this time she met my sleazy eyes and jerked back quickly like I frightened her, then turned her gaze to steady herself and ran.

I almost ache with the lost connection but apace myself then slightly twitched my lips with a display of hideous act. But I can get the warning that she was not convenient with them and that ray of fool's paradise alarming me.

I straightened my back with a accelerated offence I had been feeling.

If this is the game then I am ready to play. And I am glad at least there is assurance that Nahuel didn't know the person who was behind him. He might guess that it was me but no chance.

And no evidence.

And no solid reason. Except that we despise each other.

Swallow the last drink I stood up and followed the direction where she went. Longing to see more— and realized I want to see her in person, want to touch her.

Walking towards the corridor I spotted her while she was lurching with the fatuous heels. If she was not used to the f*****g heels then why bothered to wear that. She went to the porch and liberated herself from the f*****g heels.

I, devouring her small curvy frame while silently watching her as she shredded with tears. She cried loudly.

I stood silently and for some reason I wanted to go there and sustain her in my arms but I didn't. I f*****g stood at the dark side and minded myself in her pain.

I am not a pussyfooted or not I am the best person to around with shattered person. This sentimental thing sickened me.

Time passed with this stupid f*****g show of her. I had never been a fan of emotions. And I meant it. Emotion makes you weak and me f*****g far from that. I am feared by all because of my heartless way. And I have no time for hysterical drama.

No matter how f*****g she looks to be f****d by me or looking stainless— one thing I know, is that no woman of Nahuel's are notsqueaky clean. Distinctly there has to be a reason why she married that f*****g bastard.

I took the step forward doubtfully to concede my presence and her body went stiff with the foot noise. Her hands brushed the silky fabric and clenched her fist tightly. I can tell by the body act that she breathing heavily and tried to calm her nervousness.

And sorely turned around to face the person, which is me. Her hazel eyes met my heated eyes which is trying to restrict her.

I almost laughed at her obstruction towards me— f**k it's kind of hot. The way her chest is doing ebb and flow shown her full breast to me and yarning to touch by me. Her round perky breast is a temptation and it looks more graceful than the image.

She tried to escape but I almost have her in my arms and her eyes telling me that my furious gaze making her uncomfortable. I inhaled her scent and I knew this is going to be my new addiction.

I didn't touch her nor I had done anything to her yet she is intoxicated by me. Desire is visible. Hardly can she hide it from me although she is trying.

She tried to walk away again but flinched with the pain that she almost fall but I hold her and pulled my hands immediately after steading her on her feet.

She shivered with the touch though still despising it. I noticed earlier that she tumbled and had a leg sprain but still heaving to be tough.

I made my face expressionless and let her did the things she wanted to do. She looked at me with firing eyes like questioning me 'how generous I am that I didn't offered her a hand.'

I laughed emotionlessly.

As if I would offer a hand to a vile woman.

And for a second this thought make me cringe. I ignored and looked at her. She sat on the wooden seat and trying to wear the heels again.

Again?!

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

My voice come out very roughly and deep that she widened her eyes with stunned expression.

"Yo-you can speak?" I didn't get it if she questioned me or herself. But her shocking O-face giving me ideas that I leaned down to her and surprised with my voice because it came out so seductively. But that wasn't my intension.

"Is there anything disabled me in that I can't talk?"

Her expression fall and it masked with the frustrating avatar. My breath making her weak but she hurriedly wore the heels and stood up painfully.

"Thanks for helping me out there."

Before I can react she ran with her bruised legs.

Stubborn woman. Running with strain legs. Most idiotic act.

I also followed the direction but not her. I had spent enough time here.

As I came my eyes unintentionally went to her and saw that Nahuel hold her by the waist, she tried to get free but her expression is telling something else.

She and her outward act is clashing my mind that I controlled the anger and turned to find Alexios. Without giving a single word I signed him to follow me.

Now it's time to follow the plan.

After i finished with her and her husband this girl can f**k go anywhere. I f*****g don't care.

Blood for blood. No mercy.

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I flipped through the pages and skimming the details for the next deal we are going to have. According to the clients they want the drug supply in two sections in off season which is a big problem. Because the force is covering the area but this is not the big problem.

The main problem is IRISH. They are f*****g trying to ambush.

Feeling tired with the works I looked at the watch. It's 3:30am and I am still engaged.

I shook my head.

That's my life.

I dialed Branko's number.

"What the f**k?"

"I find the papers clear. What do you think?"

"What the f**k is wrong with you? Calling me at mid night every time?"

"Don't be a p***y Branko. It's just a call and I guess I should sign the paper."

"Yes."

When he understood I am not giving any f**k he just agreed and I cut the call. It's good to see him frustrated.

Signing the paper I stood up. Everything is clear. Branko will see the next.

I walked out of the study and took the stairs then I realized how f*****g tired I am. I couldn't count how many days I spent on the study and overworked without any sleep that now I am f*****g feeling so enervated.

I didn't even bother to change so I just laid on the bed but I couldn't sleep as memories are haunting me and hassling me about my inadequacy to save her— my body give up as I recalled her face— beautiful and angelic, covered with blood and I don't comprehend when I doze out as the shadows engross me until I walked into the clear surface of red lines.

I felt deceased as I just found myself in a grass where sun showing her glory to the world... birds are chirping and a sweet melody voice coming from the behind.

But it's so painful. So painful that my heart tear apart.

I reversed and saw a beautiful lady in a white dress, holding a person's hand. They are laughing passionately like they meant for each other. I watched them with so much love and care.

The guy's eyes telling that what a jewel he got himself and worshiping her with love.

My najdraži.

I walked to them... and then she meet my eyes, trying to speak but couldn't as her eyes filled with fear... then a tear rolled down. Again she tried to tell me something.

Breathlessly she spoke to me... her eyes widened... alarmed me as she spoke.....

But I couldn't hear... I took out my revolver.... then everything went red. Everything.

"Velerija!"

I sink in dead-eye that I woke up from the bed, covering with sweat and my heart is pounding fast. So fast that I can hear it loud. Then a knock on the door make me focus but before I speak the door opened and Alexios stood at the door.

Wiping the sweat I see the time. It's 6 o'clock, morning.

Mollifying myself for a second I get up and looked at Alexios who is looking at me— worried.

After a long time I saw that dream and it bring back all the memories I had and remind me of my vengeance towards the Irish.

"I am fine." I didn't give him a time to inquiry me and strode to the washroom.

........

After one two hours I went to downstairs when I thought I am in controlled. Making oneself vulnerable to the men can destroy the progeny.

And I hell won't take that mess on me.

As I came to view, every heads turned to me— observing me. Without give a damn I took my seat.

"I signed the papers and we having a meeting with them at 2, after lunch in our underground casino." Breaking the silence I started to have my breakfast.

It's delicious.

"We will ready the sample. Steph, Zivko— come with me." Alexios left.

I turned my focus to Darrius who was watching me entire time. "I will be my place. Guarding the entrance."

I cracked a cold smile as he went with others.

I exhaled heavily when they left. The memories are still alive... and the images disturbing me but I have to be in convene for the deal. This will be the first step to my revenge.

And the second step... it will be your precious, Nahuel.

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