The Mafia's Forbidden Desire

Chapter Six

Lashea

No.

No, no, no!

In an exhaustive haze, I roll on my stomach to my back before stretching, wiping the sweat from my head I open my eyes to see the person whose hideous breathe making me annoying but the soreness plugged me.

I groaned earnestly.

For a second I don't recognize anything around me. I try to take everything in the room. With a blink, I remember it's his room.

I swallowed, trying to crawl up but my body exploded like someone trumpet the dynamite on me. Evading the pain I take a glimpse of the room again, feebly my eyes settle on them considering the last night memory— tears slip from eyes.

Wiping them hastily, I untangled my hand from his grip but slipping from the bed caused a sudden pain on my lower abdomen. The moment I able to move, my eyes heedlessly elevated over the red marks, frozen at their cruelness, my body ached in agony, felt numb as I tried to stand up, almost like someone ripped me apart.

I was thrilled with their cruelty. Their careless way make me felt worthless and screamed at me like I don't deserve any good in life. I don't deserve love. My presence in the world is a curse. I have no identity rather than a slut in his house, a toy for their amusement.

It makes me unsavory.

And love is far away from me. Searching love would be a mistake in my life when the fault lies in me.

A broken soul.

I was keening light in a dark room where breeze couldn't surpass—danger waiting in every step as my hearts ripped open and left alone in the twilight to bleed.

Crippling badly.

I can't even end my life because of the people who are depending on me.

My desolation is the route to their immunity.

A tear escaped, overrunning again. But conquest the pain, I sweep, wrapped the sheet around on me and took one step hardly. I almost cracked in pain.

I sit back, watch them sleeping then moved but detectably felt my toes. It's hurting badly. Very badly. Paying no mind, I kept walking with the persistence I have to get out from this room— his room and the memories, shiver raced through my body as I recalled the nights— again.

Each second I felt like someone shoot a bullet through my chest, collapsing, I can't breathe. The pieces added to my misery. But no escaping.

Pain splash like an acid as they rip my heart apart. If I stay any longer in this room then I would never able to face myself. All the things remind me of the horrific night--- covering my mouth so I don't emit my stomach here.

Also the smell is eerie, filled with the scent of s*x.

Horrific.

I want to jump off a cliff to end my life but I can't as my life signed the fate of my sister. I cringed inwardly and scolding myself for the night.

And now this smell....

Indeed every inch of here smelled icky to me, filled with their flagitious smell. So, without thinking about my pain I walked fast, closing the door behind me, and disgustingly watched them one more time. Burning up with anger, I wanted to scream, sorrowing my pain but not here— me, outpouring the memory of last night's here--- not happening.

I straightly went to my room to throw up and scrub their hands from me, but before that I locked the door like it would prevent them from coming here.

But I know it won't.

If they want they can come here and I would act like an obedient helpless servant who doesn't fight, instead obeyed them. And the thought frightened me. I am really afraid and tired of pretending that I am safe when my own thoughts haunting me like a predator and accusing me for being a pessimist.

I emptied my stomach and flashed it.

They wanted me to feel excited by watching their load shooting direct at me. I clenched my hand firmly, memories play behind, I would go insane.

Helplessly i sat on the tiles and relaxed myself for a second. Wiped the sweats I stood up and open the shower door. I have to wash their hands from my body. I applied the cleanser--- actually half emptied the bottle on my body and rubbed every inch— roughly and painfully.

This pain is nothing against their cruelness.

Nothing against their torture.

It will not left mark on my soul like they did. It won't laugh at me like they did. It won't hurt me like they did. It won't. Mostly it won't make me feel ashamed.

I didn't stop... I rubbed my skin until it bleed. Tiles went claret the touch of my blood. I stopped. Washing the blood I step out and went over to the mirror and screened my body.

It looks... hideous yet it looks beautiful to me now that I clean off their touch. Now I am looking like me. No nasty dirt from them are staying on my body. The marks I am seeing is now mine. But what I did to my skin is bad. I took the ointment and applied all over my body where it needed.

Nothing changed in this seven years. Nothing.

Every day the same thing reiterated and I couldn't able to stop it.

Seven years.

Grieving, I padded to my room and changed into a comfort dress as the lines of his torture ached and it couldn't afford the friction of garments but also I couldn't lay on the bed naked. Torturing me for their pleasure just to satisfy their inner masochism didn't prove their virility. Torturing me— using me— just proved that they are a sick and weak from inside.

My stomach growled to give me a break for my thoughts. I realized I have to eat as I emptied everything but also having no mood for going to the kitchen because of their voice. Not ready to face them yet.

Or else I wouldn't be able to control myself. I might could kill them.

Staring at the bed, temper pursuing through my body, I suddenly realized my thoughts become deadly. I didn't feel any murderous thought ever. However I just want to kill them and doesn't care about the consequences.

I thought I would never be violent and would make exception but right now I couldn't trust myself, something inside me was rising. But their cruelty affecting me and coursing me to brutish.

It is better if I do something else rather than sit my ass here. Quickly stood up, I groaned with the aching pain, but ignoring that I deciding to read something.

This long seven years, books kept me in company in shell of darkness. It's my reflection— my mirror for the world. The life i lead, has never sat well with me--- it's a debt and nothing went functional. So I hope reading can divert me.

*******

The day moves and later at the afternoon, I took a long breath and eyed the time.

It's 4 pm.

Hoo.... I didn't even realize I spend lots of time in my room. Shaking my hands, I stood up and ran to the kitchen where I could eat something. Seeing, Alma clearing the table I got the hint that they left the cage.

"Hello, Alma." I greeted her and she smiled.

"Hello, Mam."

"Oh. How many times I have to say it's Lea. No mam or Mrs. Ó Braoin. Just simple Lea," sadly I mention it again. I look around and Alma interrupted.

"They left." Her eyes trailed my body and I squeezed my legs nervously aware of the marks. Seeing the look of shock I looked down ashamedly, digging a silence stab to the chest I inhaled deeply.

"Give me some food Alma. I am starving," lowly said.

"But I left the tray on your table."

"Ah, um, I didn't notice," sounding sorry.

"It's okay. Sit."

She gave me a sizzling smile before serving me. And I ate silently.

I moaned and shook my head appreciatively. "Delicious."

"Sir told me to inform you that an important client will come tonight so---," she paused and I understood. Again hide in my shelter.

"Okay I won't come out."

"No." frowning slightly I looked up.

"No?"

"He told me to dress you up and sent you at his club, by chance the client want to see you," she didn't meet my eyes when she explaining every words of his.

And with that my all appetite fly away in the air.

Staring deadly in the eye, I felt terrified, breathing went heavy as I recalled the night. I couldn't convey the burden of torture again. My heart was racing a million time faster— panicking.

I nervously nodded my head. "Okay," then ran down to the corridor to my room and finally let the tears flow. There is no day when the tears don't slide from my face. I begin to wonder if I worth the tears anymore or not? Knowing that my luck stuck here then why I cried over my fate?

Why?

Inconsequential.

This dueling in mind are inconsequential. I tired.

******

Too late.

He won't like it. He said it's important. Important to display me in front of his client. As I reached his men escort me to his room, I hugged myself tightly so he couldn't notice my agitation.

Racking my outfit for a second he padded towards me furiously. "What the f**k is that? Where is the dress I gave you for tonight?"

"Um--"

"What 'um'? Talk you useless piece."

I strongly hold back the tears which from in my eyes, vision got little blurry but I shook my head to clear the daze. "T-the m-marks were visible s-so I thought it would be better if I covered them." I stammered a bit in panic.

I wanted to laugh at me for being a wimp. He observed me and then smiled crudely.

"So the marks are still fresh?"

Clenching my hands backward I nodded my head, no trust in my vocal.

"Well---," he advanced towards me make me feel very small. "Anyways you looked fuckable and don't mind to have you here but the gathering is confidential so out. But stay in close if I needed you." Smiling at me, he sat in the chair, picking up the phone nodding me to go away.

Headed out I felt sick at the smell around here.

I walked quietly because I don't want to get caught by any horny bastards. They have no morality. Besides I had no idea of this place, my first time here, and for that I could get in trouble and I have no energy to face another monster.

People are watching me as I walked, sending wicked smile but ignoring them all I went to the empty spot, forgetting that he told me to stay close. I looked back to see if any of his men following me or not. Seeing no one I breathe out heavily. But for a second I thought someone is following me and felt cold and thought twice to move further. This feeling is so irritating... no one is stupid to follow me. But still I felt like someone is there and who is aware of me, watching me and eager to seize me.

Closing my eyes, I took a moment for me, burning hotter with the feeling of someone's eye on me when I couldn't even see the person here but my body is aware of the man presence here—I dare not to look back as the feeling asserting me with authority and towing me forcefully and unrepentantly.

Shiver trailed through my pulse, as I heard the foot steps behind me.

Oh.

No.

Please, no drunken bastards. Please.

I begged, instinctively.

I didn't knew the start of the evening will go like this, trilled with the intensity, I still dare not to look back. But almost jumped in fear when the persons hot breathe slowly giving a sensation to my body.

In a motion of act I clenched my dress tightly and try not to do something unusual. For a second I felt so vulnerable but I didn't let him see through me and the darkness helping me finely.

I caught in moment that I almost missed his words, but his tone hold the authority that check my emotions.

"Ah, what a pleasure to see you again, Draga." My breath caught in air—so seductive and smooth and deep, I almost cracked in surprise as his lips slightly pressed the side of my ear. Ignoring the intimacy stepped away from a little to make a distance.

He chuckled.

"Oh, still that cold shoulder. What am I going to do with you?" He leaned in to whisper in my ear.

And aggressively I turned around to give him my worst but hold in spot as I face him, shuddering and couldn't help but admire his beautiful face.

Cracking a smile, he step forward. "I was really discontented to come here and –,"he paused as his breath feel upon me. "and see you."

I frowned. "Listen---,"

"Certainly, I am."

His arrogant and over confident personality already started to make me combust in fire, yet reproducing consternation in me. His gaze hold rage and domination, coldly slivering me. I never knew eyes can hold this much antagonistic force. But I must admit, his magnificent eyes also hold meaningless cold emotion that reflects distrust and negativity.

An eyes, someone could never forget.

Creating more space I hardly voice out. Stammering but couldn't assemble a word. Still enthralling by him I pushed him a little and aware of the danger that squealing through him.

"Y-you..."

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