The Mafia's Forbidden Desire

Chapter Eight

Vasileios

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"This is a f*****g death wish, Vaseo."

Didn't I know that?

Swearing on bloody hell I knew, and that was the f*****g problem. I tried to be reasonable and focus, then the last night happened. I didn't mean to happen that, but annoyingly and temptingly she was f*****g with my mind, making me endure her without doing anything. And I couldn't reasoning with my function as I got closer to her, ungenerously my excitement roused for her, seemed like I was losing myself.

And to her surprise, she stayed unmoving, allowing me to press my body against her, for a brief moment I was stunned, and utterly shocked. My gaze moved back to her, as her innocence almost breaking my inner soul, and gently wrapping me in her pureness. I didn't want that but couldn't help myself from captivating by her.

Fuck! I tried but whatever the deuce was my mind said f**k it!

I should have kept distance. But the seconds she came into my view my body reacts automatically, and my c**k had his own mind, playing with the image of her that I walked to her, wanted to hold her in my arms and touched her, indecorously. I forced not to do the things that I closed off for good. I had never struggled so much.

"Are you really asking for this?" The words were simple but held a lots of meaning. "It's not going to be fix." Branko narrowed his eyes at me meaningfully.

Thump!

My left chest kind of ached, woefully. f**k, hated this.

I hated this feeling though I had no idea what the f**k was I feeling that hurting me so much, when you knew that it was wrong to be ached for your enemy. How could I even let myself carried away so greedily by her? But it was also impenetrable for me to ignore her luscious emergence, and the way her eyes wandering at me salvaged all my sense into foggy breeze.

Christ!

"No it won't."

"Yes. That's what we were trying to say. From where you came up with this stupid idea ever?" I glared at Alexios.

"Why the f**k you said that?"

"You are going to walk on the death stairs and asking us why? Branko, give some sense to him."

Did he really think I want that? No. I deliberately wanted to forget but the image of her continuously banging my mind dramatically and it ached for more— more that I couldn't have, and I knew it. Anger swelled up like I never had felt before, and I didn't know it was for good or worst. The feeling was so addictive that elevated fire inside me. If it was in my hand I wouldn't ever want this but somehow I felt unprotected— she f*****g made me think like invalid. And I wouldn't let her. So, I would be the one to break her not that bastard.

And it pissed me off even more.

Prva linija krvi. I našu predanost našoj porodici. No forgiveness. Nothing. Only devotion to the porodica, or death. I f*****g made sure every-motherfucker honored this definitive theology of Sokolovic. But here I was f*****g in default.

"No use off it now."

"f**k you all. I just made a trade." Didn't my family count on my judge? I devoted my life to porodica from when I had known what my family was. I followed every rules, and managed to overrule every f*****g catechism Deda had given to me. I ruled them not in other way. I am their f*****g Boss— their Majstor.

The Kralj.

"Just a trade! You made a f*****g death deal— for us." I passed him a look that could kill thousands. Alexios Knew better not to convoy the matter further.

"I am not crazy. I know what I am doing. He won't ever take my offer on this, and if he doesn't then there is only way to survive is surrender to me." I said as I pushed the chair and walked to closet, and poured some wine for me. No idea whom I tried to convince. Me or them? I shook my head. Not ready to have this unfathomable thought right now.

"What will happen if he takes the wager? Then what?" Alexios forced back his irritation, a tension crawled up in my body, poking at my inner devil to come out. What if? I didn't give a thought in this way but what?

"We will take our payment." I mumbled unthinkingly. But licking my lips at the thought of collecting my payment, my c**k twitches quickly turning away I poured another glass of wine to me. f**k my c**k. Mind filled with the mental image of her striping in front me, her round full hips all set for my view as I stroke through her delicious flesh between her thighs, and waiting on all four and just ready to be f****d by me didn't helping me too much, my d**k twitching painfully, pulsing to drive inside her and released my pleasure into her.

Fuck. f**k. f**k.

"Our? Will she--,"

"MINE." I snapped grimly and thrown a meaningful look that draw a tension in this room. "The compensation is for ME." Everyone f*****g knew not to mess with my cues. One betrayal got into blood wrath once, if that followed again then there would be one person who would stand in this blood war. Vasileios Sokolovic. Me. Only Me. "But I know he won't. She is his precious. Won't give up easily for me."

Well, that was not what he meant, but I couldn't help.

"I know asshole. But you f*****g can hear me out before interrupting me." He made a disgusting look like my words burned his soul. Like I never believe in him. But I do. That's why he was standing in front of me still. And most of that I f*****g couldn't control myself, here I stood painfully hiding the part from embarrassment that could make a millions jokes and he wanted me to be reasonable.

"I do. That's why you are still talking bullshit with me. Now back to work before I whipped your ass." He let out a slow breath and ready to leave but I stopped him. "BUT USE THIS ATTITUDE ON ME AGAIN I WILL f*****g KILL YOU. THAT GOES FOR EVERYONE." I backed to my work and dismissed them.

They left.

And again I dwelled with my thoughts. What if? What if? What if?

No. No way in hell he would do that. He wouldn't give up on her because of my---, but would he really f*****g step back for a girl?

Possibility was zero.

Actually he should, because he couldn't justice the beauty he was keeping forcefully in his castle. w***e or not, she would be mine to take. She doesn't belong there. Totally unsuited. But also knew that a girl like her deserved only the motherfucker like him. Still I was not convince to give him all satisfaction. He could bargain and pulled his s**t on me but I was not going to leave until I got what I desired.

She could be the threat that I was willing to take.

A pawn.

A pleasure.

Nothing else.

Yeah, I laughed out loud as I patted the table in amusement. f*****g great. Only a trivial.

An inconsequential f**k.

But now this was an inessential concern, a deflection to bury the pain they caused, and more notably needed to focus on the plan. So quit being such a p***y-sucker! A p***y could be hired or brought, goddamn wasting my fuckish mind in one p***y was like driving into a jam and asking for sugary salt to taste.

A p***y couldn't make me forget the loss, the memories that wrecking the hell out of me, holding me up all night, f****d-up my world into devastation. I harassed to push back the memories crawling up with whirl flashing every seconds, and a moment of strangling panic struck me hard.

Feeling so useless.

However I needed to remember as much as I needed to forget. I closed my eyes and another flash of memory hits me Five minutes ago I was f*****g okay, and all aroused to drive myself insane, now all the s**t f****d-up my knack to moira of demise.

Thwack!

Fucking Christ.

I took a couple of deep breaths, struggling with the air as trying to get scattered pieces together to reckon, sweat staining as needed the motherfucking open air. To find myself again I needed to have control over me so the memories could go away, as felling desperate to wash away the pain I was perceiving, I called X-ranch to send a harlot to coerce myself buried in ease. f*****g could make the pain go away.

Only that thing would be helpful.

I wasn't a saint. And never will be.

So tried not to cringe at my desperation I waited in my study extent, ready to f**k hard and senseless.

I reached over taking the agreement I draw this afternoon and turning the pages i continued to read again, making sure no one could find the faults in it. Not even me. So I could pull the trigger when required. Nahuel might have suspected something, but he knew I would never refuse a p***y to f**k. So all clear to the wind and ready to blast. As I convinced myself that papers were all good I put them in my locker and smuggled the key on safer cabinet, because no one should trust his own shadow also, except porodica— own flesh blood.

But I mastered from my past that blood could also f****d you up, feebly.

For years, the betrayal burdened my soul— my guilt that I wrecked in hell, and couldn't prevent the bloodshed. Additional, there was already the family vengeance dangled on my shoulder that I carried as the heir of Sokolovic, and this betrayal just added the fuel more. I was reckless before but not an i***t, but needed something to drop the burden from my shoulder.

I was no good.

But much worse than others.

They might get away before, and pulled all the s**t to abase our family into havoc. It was long decade, but not anymore. They would s**t on their feet if they tried to cross me now.

They have to know I was no grandsire.

I am the f*****g monster.

Trooping around the room fiercely, I continued to curse my doom but stopped as I heard the footstep on the corridor. I walked further and adjusted myself on the couch, and waited.

Come on. Faster.

An image came into my mind that I ignored vigorously, but my c**k came to life without any hesitation. f**k.

What. The. f**k?

What was wrong with my d**k? I grabbed my d**k tightly and squeezed roughly. f**k.

Focus Sokolovic. Focus.

But the pain was intolerable, I jolted back when the door knocked and a girl entered wearing an overcoat. I motioned her to come, and her eyes glistened with the anticipation, looking straightly at my jewel greedily. Licking her lips seductively at me like she was the reason behind my arousal. Like she owned a prize.

Fuck off girl.

No one owned f*****g Vasileios Sokolovic.

"f**k it girl. Just do the f*****g job and get out of sight." She flinched and her face went pale. Good. Now you got it no f*****g person owned Vasileios Sokolovic. I freed my hand from my d**k and gestured her to come. "Suck it, kurva." She swayed her hips to gain my attention, sure as heaven that she was the reason. Yes. That was true I especially called for her service, because she was good at sucking not in other way.

"You used to call me Dušica, remember sweetpie?"

Fucking hell.

"No game, Jelena." I had enough of playing so when she came near I yanked her to the ground, making her face label with my d**k. "Sisaj prokleti p***s, ti prokleta kurva."

The way she looked at me— shocked, terrified. Her eyes left mine, slowly descending and ceased on the precious. She couldn't hide the desperation to put her mouth on my d**k. Waiting for what? f**k it you wench. She took me in, and I groaned. But why the hell it felt like a goddamn wrong?

Then who cared!

"f**k, girl. Harder."

"Mmm." She f*****g moaned as she licked me. Man! She had skills.

"Oh!"

I clutched the couch and let Jelena carried out the works, my one hand rested on her hair as I pushed her faster. Nonetheless i imagined only one mouth— taking me in as her eyes blinked innocently at me.

"Oh, fuck."

Jelena was making some noises which sounded so horrible to my ear that I hardly bared to listen. So I moved faster and chocked her out, shutting her from all the noises she created. I tried to bury the pain I was feeling and the desire that overwhelmed my conscious. And only that way I knew I could control the freaking me.

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My body vibrated with anger.

Fuck them.

Fuck her.

Oh yeah. I will.

I would definitely f**k the s**t out of her.

Motherfucker!

He thought I didn't know, but he was unaware of the fact that all the triggers placed on my shaker.

His eyes heatedly circulated me as trying to see behind the mask, but not easy fucker. "You have a very high demand, Vaseo." Nahuel emphasized each word to intimidate me, and I laughed inside at his attempt. That was expected, but to praise my ego I gave a nasty smirked to draw the satisfaction.

I left no place for confusion, or bargain.

He could see through my tough feature that I had no intention of letting go of my prize, and he had to play by the rules when I had no purpose to follow them. Well, that was me to know.

"Mr. Sokolovic."

"What—"

"It's Mr. Sokolovic to you, Nahuel."

He froze like his body went paralyzed to response yonder at my proposal. I knew what he was thinking, and how he pulled the act of paralyzed. Because his body and his eyes betrayed him, and had different way to show the anger.

Bastard.

"f*****g hell!" he stood up. "You are playing with fire, Vasileios."

"MR. SOKOLOVIC." I reminded him casually, but the bastard didn't miss the warning in my tone. Better. I felt frustrated as he still continued his act, but I could sense his glee and eyes dancing like he owned a lotto. "Take it. Or leave it. Choose well."

"That was supposed to be a combined deal. A truce for us?" He sounded like he wasn't sure anymore, when he exactly wanted that.

"It is. But you know that everything come with a price? And that is my price."

"She is my—"

"What? Wife? A mistress? But nothing is important than our business, right?" I narrowed my eyes, pretending I didn't know the inside news and trying to get into his head to grab information. He narrowed his eyes like he was giving a thought, considering what I said.

"I think you are right, Mr. Sokolovic. No women is important than our business." He forward his hand to me. "Then I am taking the deal."

I took his hand and firmly shook like I agreed. "Deal." He stood up to leave, but to my disbelief he leaned a little and mumbled lowly for me to hear only. "Oh— she has a fine tight p***y, Mr. Sokolovic. You wouldn't be disappointed." Then he winked at me and the door closed behind them. It seemed like he wanted me to be disappointed.

Fuck. f**k.

Little bit he knew what a fine p***y could do to me. The f*****g bastard. My c**k hardened painfully. OH. MY. f*****g. CHRIST.

"So, he took the offer? That was hell of a scene." I turned to them and watched with keen sight as Eliose laughed loud. "But all good, right? I mean the truce?"

"Then what do you mean?" My voice rumbled through the air and everyone went silent, again. Eliose shifted his feet restlessly closing his mouth carried further. Dropping the conversion. When I knew they all wanted to know what the f**k was happened there!

"Are you being purposely asshole, or else?"

Before I could response Alexios spoke. "I am not having good-bad vibe here." i***t. I shook my head trying to ignore him, least now I wanted his irritating ass in my business.

"f**k off, Alexi."

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Lashea

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Struggling against memories I strive to ease off my agony. But the thoughts are still raw in my mind ceding me the intolerable pain, drizzling me with the crowd of blood.

I want to scream 'stop' badly, but everything looks so shady and blooded. The floor is covered with red liquid, spreading more, multiplying, and I feel like to drown into it. I can taste it, smell it and just like that I feel suffocated in blood. I am showering. I attempt to scream and move but I felt like my legs are tied and I have no enough air to make a word. I just stared and pain striking in me. My eyes followed their every torment and the innocents.

I cry out but the sounds are not coming. Felling helpless!

"b***h, It's time you worth the deal."

I woke up soaking in sweat totally lost, and for a second I felt numbed and cold. It's not the first time I had this dream. It was getting old but the pain are still raw that slicing me slowly.

My heart felt like a hammer as I tried to breathe. I couldn't bear this anymore, but did I have any choice? What was my fault? Just a knickknack to pass one to another. I already broke from inside that I couldn't handle more. Why Nahuel doing this to me? What was my fault? And if I was the pawn to his plan then why not before, but now?

And why he had to be Vasileios Sokolovic?

My body shuttered at the thought of him, unexpected, but noticeable as my body flashed with goosebumps. I could feel his eyes on me when I was still staying on my old place. Like with an unknown gaze he was watching me and my every move.

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