The Mafia's Forbidden Desire

Chapter Two

Lashea

Nahuel Ó Braoin.

My tormentor! My captivator!

I fear him and hate him also but my fear make me alive this long.

This seven years, I cached myself in a shadow, fear was my constant compatriot making me looked like a pathetic excuse of human.

Still I am scared.

And I hate myself for being incapacitated, not fighting the beast who is slowly and smoothly killing me into a little piece.

Life becomes a jest to me!

As well as I also become a wisecrack to others.

Nahuel's men laughed at me openly— bullied me, targeted me to crack their witticism at me. Their nasty, dirty words hit me hardly, giving me a hint that I am just a slut who only warms their boss's bed.

And I didn't do anything. Didn't protest a single word!

Everyone having their own fun, targeting me for their own personal fun and he said nothing.

I might be a territorial property of Nahuel still the joke, a fun thing for others. I am not allowed to complain.

I am just a slave who only follow and serve to Nahuel whenever he needs my service, privately. Not a wife he bought a seven years ago.

Some kind of w***e. Yeah! Feeling disgusted with me, I always do the things he ordered me to do.

No choice!

No points of decline!

No disobeying his words!

Or else there will be punishment to teach me the rules so I wouldn't dare to forget ever. I fought. I learned. Seven years is a long time but the fire inside me never learned.

Never!

But he made sure I learned my lessons and followed his rules.

For him rules are rules. No exception for me.

He simply said rules were made by him and I would have to just follow them.

No complaining and i followed them to secure my dignity in this house or else I might not survived this far. I had to follow the rules to save myself from the animals who live in this house, ready to have me but controlling their lust for Nahuel.

Because I am their Boss's play thing.

Everyone fears him but do they know he fears only one? Vasileios Sokolovic!

My body quavered by thinking his name. I only heard of him but never see the person.

He is another nightmare and the scariest one whom I never want to meet in this life time. I silently wish every day that I never had to face the monster, Vasileios Sokolovic.

I can't repay him for his loss caused by my sister.

She was the reason behind all occurrence and now I am being the captive of this nasty game.

She brought me into the world of monsters, pledged me and already I am paying one debt and I can't pay another. If he knew or ever searched for her family then god knows what would have happened now.

If my mom didn't choose her then it won't ever happen. Then I wouldn't have to agree to this proposal to save my younger sister.

I wish I could see Lela again. But Nyla closed every door for me, threw me into a prison, and left us to have her freedom. She didn't think twice to save her family.

She never cared.

I am not a stupid who will cover her eyes from the reality, the truth to hide behind the lie. I know what she did. In one way she saved me from a hell but sent me to my prison of a death. So what is the difference?

I was just a recompense for her freedom. He wanted a reward for her freedom and she paid it.

Even my mom didn't stop her. She just gave me away and father, he was blinded by the money.

I ashamed to call them as my family. But I didn't take this bet for them, I accepted it for Lela only. Didn't want to ruin her innocence just like they did to mine.

"Mrs. Ó Braoin."

"Mrs. Ó Braoin?" I got back from my trance and saw Alma is waiting with a tray in my room.

"What is it, Alma?" standing up I went to her.

"Your medicine, Mam."

"How many times I have to say that don't call me 'Mrs. Ó Braoin'. I am not— i mean just call me Lashea or Lea. That's my name."

I took the medicine. But it doesn't help all the time. I can't escape my fear, always haunting me in my dreams.

"What is the use of taking this medicine when it doesn't help me?" gulp down the water.

"Ma— I mean Lashea, at least it won't give you pain," tears covered her eyes. I shook my head.

"There is nothing which can help me to get rid of this pain, Alma. Nothing."

Turning around, face the small window from where moonlight slightly trying to reach upon us. I stare out the window, from where I can see a ray of light.

"I want to rest, Alma."

"But—"

"Please?" pleading helplessly and wipe the tears from my cheeks which subconsciously fallen from my eyes.

"Okay. Take rest. When he comes I'll inform you," she left the room.

I stand alone.

I felt little reassurance because he is not here, or I couldn't even get the tranquility. Being a victim is a repugnant feeling, which I have to face for long time.

In my mind, there is lots of thing and with that I couldn't able to sleep, just moving this side to other side but no sleep.

I should have used to this by now.

Taking heavy breathe, I closed my eyes.

Sleep is like a mirage to me, how much I try it will never come and when it comes, it will bring a lots of dreadful memory to scare me— to make me feel weak— to make me feel disgusted.

And I execrate myself to behave like a coward.

Sensing my eyes are heavy now, I give break to my thoughts and let sleep control over my body.

*******

My eyes widen, shocked to see them. I straightaway revolve and start moving quickly to my bedroom, so no one can notice me.

He is back.

After a peaceful two days, He returned to me as a nightmare. Closing the door I came to my bed. Don't know what to do. If he knows that I step out from this house then he will not spare me.

Shaking!

Barely breathing!

Thrilling, what will he do if he knows?

Jesus save me. I just wanted to feel the warmth of the nature— wanted to breathe in open air, so I used the chance I got. Hope he never finds out this secret of mine.

My heart beating fast as I hear the foot step, stopping at the front of my door.

Door unlocked.

And here he is standing with his merciless fame, reminding me who I am! I met his eyes, showing anger to me— like he wanted to wafer me, but he couldn't hide the hunger for me. The way he racked my body, make me cringe with nausea.

Tightening the hands around me, I stood up slowly and waiting for him to say something.

"How are you, Mrs. Lashea Ó Braoin? Or should I say my private w***e?"

His words tearing my heart, making me bleed— daring me to oppose so he can breathe through my pain.

He loves to see me in pain— creating fear is his favorite fun time.

"You know that I like f*****g you. I like your p***y but I would love if you use your p***y for more benefits."

I know what he meant. It's not new. He did that before and he will do that again if it's needed. He settle himself on the couch, crossing his left on his right— gestured me to come forward. I did as he said.

Walking to him, I stood lifelessly.

"I don't like it but I have no choice," I kept my mouth shut because I know how much he liked it when someone f****d me in front of him. "It's not like I care a damn about you, don't think that ever. You are just a good f*****g w***e for me but not for the world at least not anymore, and yeah I enjoy your body, after all you have a good p***y," he is trying to see my reaction and he is getting it.

Pain!

He wanted to see the pain in my eyes and yes, his words again create a mark on my heart.

"My opposition knows that I am married and they got curious! Stupid." he stood up. "And they are thinking they can beat a good deal out of it. So my dear wifey now you have to play your role. If they are thinking I care about you then they all are stupid. But In one sense I care but not for you, only for the deal. And you are going to help me, spying on my enemy and give me information." I was going to deny but he stopped me.

"Defy me and your family will be dead especially your young sister. Don't try to over smart as you know you are just an enjoyment for me and I can replace you."

Lela! No... painfully I groaned. I can't let anything happen to my sister. She doesn't deserve this life. She is too young.

But how could I get information? And...

Opposition?!

Means, Vasileios Sokolovic!

No! I scared with the thought.

"But I am not..." he glared.

"Oh don't you dare my wife, get this in your thick head unless you want me to kill your family. You want or not, you are doing this— at least you can do this little things for me. Or else you are just a useless s**t who only knows to warm the bed like a slut."

Lowering my eyes, I again face my truth. A truth of betrayal. A bitter truth.

I am the so called wife, but not a Wife. I don't deserve the respect. He made it clear again

"They thought they can destroy me, then it's time to play a game. A real game," strolling the other side he turned to face me. "Tomorrow we will attend a party and you will come with me as my Wife. I need to know who the f**k he is trying to sabotage me."

So he wants me to find out the person— it's not Vasileios Sokolovic.

Widening my eyes, I opened my mouth to say something but he stopped me.

"It's an order. A lady will come to get you ready for the tomorrow occasion," he trace my cheeks then remove the hair from my face to backward then abruptly gripped my hair, forced me to looked at him.

"Behave. Properly," then pressed his rough mouth to give me a punishing kiss to imply that if I don't behave then there will be emanation for my disobeying nature.

I kept my mouth shut so he couldn't get access and he didn't do anything as he left so restlessly.

Something is wrong.

What type of party is this? How could I face them?

What if someone acknowledge me and inform Vasileios?

I heard Serbian's are very cold and they kill people inhumanly.

So unmerciful!

I couldn't help but imagining Vasileios Sokolovic angry face, though I didn't see him but I always imagine his face.

A hideous face that everyone is afraid to see. His terrifying face will be enough to scare the other people. I made an image in my mind of him.

And when I imagine the face, my whole body started to enkindled.

Moaning painfully, I reclined my body on the soft surface of the mattress— and praying for tomorrow evening.

Jesus, please be with me tomorrow.

Save me out from this problem.

******

(Next day: evening)

I am looking at the mirror and watching the lady who is standing the opposite side.

It can't be me.

"You are looking fabulous."

I give my gratitude to the girl who get me ready but I am so uncomfortable with the dress.

Well... it's so revealing.

I am feeling like I didn't wear anything.

My back is open. And I am just only wear a thong under the gown.

And nothing else.

Few minutes later a man comes and pick me as Nahuel couldn't make it home. He will reach the occasion directly.

So I went with his man.

Nervously, I took my step. My heart is thumping— it's sounded like a warning bell to me.

Take deep breathe Lashea.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

********

Vasileios

Action speaks more than words— like creating a fear in people minds, so he or she will never forget. Burning them with an acid, but works slowly— a slow poison for a human's mind.

Yes, fear has an acidic taste— which only can burn you, kill you from inside but never ever give you the satisfaction of sanity.

Pungent.

Dreadful.

But has a sweet sanity for the person who creates this fear.

And I liked it. I liked to create fear for the other people, to see them crawled under their skin— quavering with the anxiety, made me feel good.

They feared me, waited for the reaction and it's so thrilling— so enjoyable to watch them waiting for my punishment, an anticipation of what is coming to them, make them submit to me subconsciously— they also couldn't imagine, they are submitting to me.

Making an unbreakable vow to me, they give their life controller to me— with a sign that I am their Master. Their provider. Their God.

And their loyalty is only for me— their allegiance only lies with me, only me.

No other option.

I closed the door behind me, adjusted myself in the dark I took the stares of basement.

After reaching the basement, walking on the corridor I reached the door where my prey is waiting— waiting for the sweet yet deadly forfeiture.

Alexios already had his fun but me... I didn't. My fun will start now when I will slowly show how the heaven of death feels like.

I entered the room, eyeing the room— I walked to the man who unconsciously tied with the chair, blood dripping from his face... no one can recognize him now.

Alexios did a good job.

"Boss?" Zivko called.

Raising my eyebrow with a question that did he spill out anything or not?

But, Zivko shook his head negatively.

I saw Alexios, pulls back his carver and I immediately know what he is thinking.

I made an unsatisfactory sound and gain the attention of the man who met my eyes and smirked victoriously like he defeat me.

Oh this man doesn't know what is coming to him.

As I entered Alexios approach to me and hand over the carver, knowing i am in control now. I stood in front of him, and smirking back— made him nervous, confused and gained the real attention now.

His eyes narrowed looking at the carver in my hands, giving me a 'are you f*****g mad' eyes.

Alarmingly, I put the carver on his index finger, pressing a little harder a small amount of blood came out.

"Am I now?" challenging him to say something.

But he kept quiet.

And this time I didn't give a chance, just slowly run the carver on the finger and he screamed. I just locked my eyes on him and Zivko made him looked at my eyes when I cut his finger.

A venom sprinkling out from his eyes.

"Question was already given to you, I just need the answer," forcing the carver on another finger to slit.

He screamed.

And my body vibrating with pleasure.

Yes I enjoy it. I f*****g enjoy it. And I enjoy it more when someone tried to disobey me, and I then love to show the real position of him or her.

After cutting all the finger I gave him another chance as I trace the carver's tip on his throat.

He made an eyes of a fox, and started to yell.

"Stop. You sadistic bastard. Stop."

"Give the answer. It will automatically stop." Push the carver and he spill out all the information I needed.

Then when he finished his talk I just pull the carver and his breathe stop.

My face covered with blood.

I wipe the face with tight hand, as my left hand was on his throat.

Slowly stood up, wiping the blade on my jacket, I gave back the carver to Alexios.

"We are going to the occasion," smirking at Alexios as he shook his head smiling mischievously.

********

It's not a private occasion. It's a Mafioso get together where all the Mafia from America would come to attend this event. We have allies in this country along with rival.

And in this traditional gathering we will come face to face. As I get the confirmation few hours ago that He will sure bring his so called wife in this occasion.

First mission accomplished.

I wanted him to bring his wife, so I played a little game. And he fallen into the trap.

And also... I couldn't wait to see the beauty.

She is a beautiful catch for a man like Nahuel Ó Braoin. And so young from him.

Well no one can understand a mind of women. They are a b***h and they only ran to wealthy man no matter what is there age. They can spread their legs for anyone with money.

Adjusting my bow, i walked out from the room.

For some reason my mind is running back to the beauty I saw in the picture. With an unknown feeling, my body reverberated in thrill.

Through the whole journey I kept quiet, but the date of Alexios was hell irritating. It's not that we didn't share but I hate that type of girl and right now she is not the girl is exciting me through this whole week.

I was well tempted. Enough.

"Vasileios?"

"Huh?"

"We reached."

Nodding my head I get out from the car, the area is well protected.

Alexios's girl trying to eyeing me but failed. I mentally laughed at the desperation and walked to the door.

It's decorated beautifully. Seeing the ladies are already founding their admiration.

But not me.

Parting from Alexios and his date, I sauntering the room— searching for one face. Every minute is feeling like a thousand years.

She tempted me enough. I need to see her face to face.

I don't know why but my desire is hovering over my revenge. And I f*****g can't control this and second my eyes traveled to the door, and I felt like my eyes burn with the flame of elegance.

My breathing stopped and I stayed like a graven image.

I forgot to blink.

Forgot to take breathe.

Angel!

This is the one word I could compose in my mind.

She is looking like an angel. No cut it.

She is an angel. Angel of heaven, stepping out of her shadow to enlightening the darkness.

As I meandering my eyes at her glory fame.

I met her frightening eyes, as they were roaming around the room then lastly fixed upon me with a confusion.

Her body shifted. Squeezing the legs he lowered her head.

But I didn't shifted my gaze. Because today my eyes was only for her.

No one is worth the attention of my eyes.

She looked up and looking at me directly. Her lips parted, assuming she is trying to breathe.

An unknown satisfaction filled my heart.

Her eyes narrowed and I smirked mercilessly at her, warning her that yes you are my victim.

She swing her eyes and fixed on the person besides her. Totally ignoring me.

And I don't like it, neither have I liked the person she came with.

Not matching with her.

So inappropriate.

Well he is not getting her for tonight for sure.

I walked to my destination as she stood beside most favorite rival.

She again shifted her position.

Uncomfortable!

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