The Mafia's Forbidden Desire

Chapter One

Vasileios

Useless!

They can't understand the simple words of mine. Why Alexios hire them I don't know? I should have send him not this joker Zivko boy.

Although he is really good at his work.

I again ordered him venomously so he can get my words clearly in his head.

"Do as I said. I don't need your opinion. Kill that f*****g piece of s**t before they get him."

He tried to make an excuse but I cut him.

"No it should be done by today as quickly as possible for you. I spared him to see his motive and now I don't need him." Ordering to kill the man whom I surplus a few hours ago.

Anger over ruled me. Bloody i***t!

Jerk decided to go there. He thought I was just sparing him to see him go there and spilled my secret.

Yeah that was stupid and a risk move from me but I had to take this risk. Now I don't need this dimwitted man anymore.

Phone rang.

The voice from the opposite make me angry. Useless s**t.

"What the f**k are you saying?" I snapped. "I don't care what is going on there. Can't you all p***y do a simple f*****g task? Just finish him... shoot him or do whatever f**k to finish him. I just needed that fucker dead."

Fuck!

I shouldn't spare him. I should have kill him. How could I have been so stupid? When I knew that he might go run back to him and tell him that it was me who is trying to get hold on their business.

This is a mess now. And that was a f*****g stupidity!

How could I let myself do this? I should have known this, Nahuel will try to do something that can risk my business too.

I lay my head back on the armchair closing my eyes to regain my composure and thoughts surrounded me.

Conflict between Serbian and Irish Mafia is not a new disclosure to me. It's going on for the decades now. Revenge for Revenge. My great grandfather, grandfather, father... everyone have their way with this.

Now as the Šef svih bosova, I inherit this antagonism. Or should I say I inherited this more. I f*****g hate Irish gang. They are trespassing my area and trying to sabotage my business making me angry.

But this is not the main reason that made me incensed. They f*****g destroyed my family— my happiness.

Taking revenge on them is my ultimate intension. But before that I was getting information about them so i can get hold of Nahuel and his father Cadoc Ó Braoin then destroy them and make them pay for what they did to me and my family.

No one will ever remember that 'Ó Braoin' family had ever existed in this world once.

I sighed at the thought of the night when I lost the most important persons in my life.

I opened my eyes and took the glass of wine and swallow it to get rid of my frustration. But clearly it's not helping me.

If he wants to play dirty then I will show him what is dirty. Rather he would give up on his game or he would play with me in my way.

But the ultimate result will be the same. He will be destroyed. The f*****g p***y whores family will be dematerialized from the mafia world. No one can ever trace them.

I stood up and went to booth in the corner and get a drink then walked to the large window of this room and reasoning how to demolish Nahuel.

Seven years...

Long time but still the wounds are alive and incapacitating me. I was stupid to allow my heart to fell for a woman who betrayed me. But it's not her fault if I didn't let her in and then she didn't have to die for me.

Although she was a part of game but I gave her everything.

A knock on the door ceased me to thinking further. "Come in," A tall cutthroat guy entered the room. His appearance can tell you that he is a danger and it's better to stay away from him.

"What's happened Darrius?" His face didn't show any emotion. He silently looked at me and nodded to the file he is holding.

"Branko told me to give you this as he wouldn't be able to meet you today and also apologized for not attending the dinner." He finished his line without taking a breath then placed the file on the table.

"What is this?"

"The spare file he forgot to bring other day," then turned to walk out but I stopped him.

"Is everything alright?" asked in a frigid voice. I don't know why I use this tone but I couldn't help it.

His eyes closed for minute then it met my eyes and it's fiercely burning fire. I also met his with such a venom and he turned his face.

"I made an apology!" he left the room without dragging the matter.

Not the best time to meet me.

I stride to the table where he placed the folder. Spare file! Not feeling like to turn the page but it's needed. It might hold some info which can help me to possess the hold on Nahuel.

I sat on one of the arm chair and boringly go around with the pictures, didn't bother to look at the details. Took the phone, started dialing Branko's number.

"Hello?! f**k didn't I told I won't come today?" for the god of heavens if he listened to me first.

"Branko? I didn't call for that."

"Then why the f**k you called?" He is sounding snappish. I don't care who it is, but no one can behaved inappropriately with me.

"Watch your tone, Branko!"

"Oh yeah. You f*****g called me after knowing that I wouldn't be able to contact tonight."

"That's not my problem you bastard. I am the boss if I called then you would respond to me."

"Yeah BOSS!!" he mocked me. "Now BOSS would you please tell me why you honored to call your servant?" I should have angry at his nonsensical behavioral but I couldn't and other side my mind is also hammering me through the whole day so I pass it.

"What is with the 'Spare' file you have sent through Darrius?"

"Check it out. You will know and don't f*****g call me. I will be there at early morning," he cut the line.

Damn it! He and his tantrums. If it's not about his father... then I would have strangle him by now.

I hold on to the file and checking it clearly.

What is hidden here that Branko wanted me to see? The pictures are old— so what is new— hold on. What is this?

Actually who is this beauty?

Although the picture is blur but still I can see the most angelic feature, the wave of her hair glowing like a fire and her cherry lips inviting me to kiss her.

Yet the fear is visible in her azure eyes which tempting me to touch her but alas she is just a pic— unconsciously I ran my hands on the pic.

And not to ignore the main point, the way she is looking enough to make any one hard on their junior and me feeling like her beautiful eyes are staring at me and encouraging me to want more.

I can sense that my pulse is running fast.

Who is she?

This was not in the old file— not even this.

But why he is pointing at that particular one? What is the connection?

I observe the picture and my hearts started to pound violently as it's hurting so badly.

Strange! Usually it's never chastised like this.

I threw the picture on the floor, walking straight to the door. Can't be able to stay in this bloody room for a second.

I locked the door and walked out for getting ready for the dinner we are going to have.

It's a family time and there is no way we are allowed to miss this except Branko Sławomir. He can f*****g do anything. No one will question his sanity.

Fucking old tradition!

Yes he is a FAMILY. And No one dare to say anything to him. Well as a friend of mine I don't care about that shitty rules and he has no other choice but to answer me. I didn't become a Boss for no reason.

Adjusting the collar of my coat to see it's alright for the dinner tonight or not.

My mind is exploring, not in good mood to attend this family show but as I said I have no choice.

Grandmother arranged this... Every f*****g Month my grandma arrange this s**t and we all have to attend it. How could we enjoy this when our timing is crushing under the slack of bastards?

Bullshit!

As I come in front of the whole family all of them turned to me like they have seen a ghost. All went silent.

I didn't think it would be important to give them a sign of welcome so I went to my lead and sat. Tensions are intensifying the room however I kept eating the food served to me.

That's how my day went with a FAMILY. Shut myself from them so I would left alone. I looked at Darrius who is avoiding to meet my eyes.

Not that he is afraid of me. It's just we don't get along too much. So many things happened and he blamed himself for that and I didn't even try to make it correct.

"Everything is alright, right?" a commanding voice shoot at me.

Didn't like when someone talked to me in that tone. Always respected by everyone but this is my father who started the conversation and don't forget he ruled before me.

And I respect him undoubtedly, unconditionally— I will— always.

Looking up, I set my eyes on father. "Any doubt?"

One thing I learned in my life that no matter what don't make yourself weak in front of anyone.

"No son. No doubt," he smiled. His affectionate eyes slicing me despite that I maintain the cold avatar.

Never fond of showing emotion.

In a second we involved in business talk. Ladies are doing their work and chit chat with others.

"Okay time for bed, son," Father stood up and give a glance to my mother. My grandpa and uncle followed their partner as well.

"Yuck!"

"They are whipped man," Alexios growled.

"Absolutely. I don't get it how could a man get whipped with one? I want to discover many asses with my c**k," Stephen said playfully.

"We are talking about our father's lady who are practically our mother, grandmother and aunt," Darrius spoke in saint voice.

"Oh please Darri, don't tell me you didn't explore any asses?" Stephen mimicking in a girl's voice.

Darrius shoot a deathly stare to him. No one dare to call him Darri.

"What I explore or what I don't explore is not your f*****g business Stephanie," shootinga meaningful looked, he walked out from this room.

"Did he just called me Stephanie?" Stephen flabbergasted.

Drama!

"Don't pushyour butt in his business, Stephen!" Alexios warned him and then turned to me.

"What we will do now Vaseo? Nahuel is getting out of our hands."

"We will surely do something. Block his way. Sabotage his every protocol. He will beg for help. Just block. But be careful."

"Like I give a fuck."

"But they will when they will cut your d**k off."

"Shut up Stephanie."

So tired and frustrated. Tomorrow they will gone to their Villa. Don't have to face this shitty tradition for a month. I saw, girls went to their room a long time ago so I also take my leave.

My mind is distracting. And I couldn't able to erase the face of this unknown beauty. Who is she? What is she doing in Nahuel house?

I was going to take the upstairs but a maid came— what's her name— well forgot, swaying her hips to get my attention and she succeeded. I watched her. Maybe a distraction can help... and right moment the girl's face came in my mind.

Fuck it.

Need a sleep not a distraction right now.

Closing my door, went straight to my bed and shut the world again.

.......

Sitting on the balcony, Branko explaining what he knew.

And the information didn't help me contrary it made me even more choleric.

"I wouldn't be sure if someone else told me that but I got the info from his trusted man."

"So you are telling me this girl is his wife?" I intently looking at her and trying to get through the photo to touch this delicious f*****g body.

I never seen a flawless beauty. Just looking at her once made my c**k stiff. My eyes taking all the parts of her body all though she is covered in a long old dress but couldn't hide her mouthwatering curves from my eyes.

"Vasileios?"

"Hmm?"

"Vasileios for god sake don't think about it."

"I don't believe in god," smirking at him like own a jackpot. "What is her name you told me?"

He laughed. "Lashea Ó Braoin!"

"Lashea Ó Braoin!?" tasting good.

"Real?"

******

Lashea

I stopped eating and looking around because I felt like someone called my name. But there is no one.

Don't fool yourself. Who will call you here? No one.

I am just a prisoner; a captive in shell of wife. Put the knife and spoon on the table I stood up.

"Mam you didn't finish—."

"Not hungry anymore, Alma." Silently walk towards my room.

"But mam you loved to eat."

I glanced at her then turn back.

I am not allowed to go anywhere. Just be in my room and when my husband desire something I just have to fulfill it like a good damn prostitute.

I feel disgusted with me; disgusted to have this body. Also disgusted with my parents who sold me just to save themselves and just to save her.

"How long I have to take this humiliation?" i whispered to me.

Closing the door of my room I went to window side. If anyone is thinking that I am living here with so much comfort then it's not true. This is just prison to incarcerate me so he can have his dirty way with me.

To say I am his wife but in papers only other wise I am a w***e who only served him. I am just a w***e to Mr. Nahuel Ó Braoin. Wife is just a title but never being used to be a wife of Nahuel.

And I have no desire to being a wife to him. If I get one chance then I will escape this prison and all the cruelty of this world.

I am tired of this Mafia thing. I am tired of being a captive to someone. Tears rolled down and I didn't try to wipe it.

Later that night when I was having dinner alone in the dining area I saw Nahuel and his men came and discussing something. They didn't notice me or else he will bellow at me and humiliate me in front of his men.

I was a joke for them. A pleasure for them.

"No it must be him. Vasileios Sokolovic." Nahuel greeted his teeth in anger. "No one will dare to cross me except him."

Vasileios Sokolovic!

I shivered. A Mafia king whom everyone's fear. I heard about him. My pulse get cold and my body is feeling numb. I drop the spoon. And everyone's eyes turned in my direction.

I gulped my saliva looking at those lustful eyes.

Not a good time. I stood up tried to pass.

"Look Ian who is here. The fatty w***e of mine." Everyone laughed at the addressing. I lowered my gaze not strong enough to protest.

I know I am curvy however if he is really bother by my curviness then he shouldn't bought me from the old home to satisfying his sadism mind.

"Boss, she must be waiting for you so you can f**k the s**t out of her."

"No!" I screamed and run quickly. Can't take this. I can feel Nahuel's eyes settle on me until I reach my room.

Whore! w***e! Slut!

I cried my soul out. Preventing myself from getting another panic.

The day I r***d by him coming back to me. Torturing me— beating me— so I couldn't protest again.

And my parents didn't do anything— anything at all to save me.

My body trembled with the fear what he can do to me and my family. I am not doing this for my parents. I would less careless about them if I haven't have a little sister to take care of.

My head spun and started to pain.

Not able to close my eyes as my fear of life will revisit me in my dream.

I am not in a state where I am ready to meet him. Thanks to god, he has a business to attend or else I wouldn't be here laying peacefully alone.

It must be so important or else he wouldn't look pissed.

At least I am grateful to Vasileios Sokolovic for saving me from Nahuel tonight.

I know Mr. Vasileios Sokolovic is not a saint man. He is more ruthless and heartless than Nahuel.

And also I have no intention to meet him after what I got from Nahuel.

Don't think of him. Don't think of him. I started to ramble in my mind.

I remember his words.

"You take the offer or see the death of your family, w***e. Either way you are coming with me or sitting on your ass, spread your legs for Him, if you think He will spare you?"

I looked at my parents that day and they shifted their eyes from me like I burned them.

That day I knew I no longer exist for anyone. Did I deserve this life?

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