Mafia Lord’s Woman

Chapter 9: Bound To Me

Ignazio

I stood at the edge of the dance floor, scanning the crowd with a calculating gaze. Club Luna pulsed with life, it’s one of my latest clubs in town. Its vibrant energy was a stark contrast to the darkness that fuelled my existence. As a mafia boss, my world revolved around power, loyalty, and ruthless tactics. But tonight, I sought distraction from the turmoil going on within our organisation.

My thoughts drifted to the recent conflicts with the rival families, their betrayals, and the bloodshed that has been going on for a while now. My legacy weighed heavily on my shoulders, and I would stop at nothing to protect my interests. The news my consignee, Romano, has brought to me earlier this evening had set me on edge.

"Ignazio, we have a problem." Romano’s voice was laced with urgency as he burst into my office. "One of our soldiers has turned against us, revealing sensitive information to our rivals."

My anger simmered, threatening to boil over. I hate men who can’t be loyal. "Find him. Bring him to me."

Romano hesitated. "There's more. It seems your cousin, Alessandro, is involved. There’s no solid proof yet, but I suspect he knows something about it.”

My world darkened. “What do you notice, Romano, tell me?” I demanded.

Family betrayal cut deepest, and I don’t want to think about what I would do to him if it happens to be true.

“I suspect he’s secretly working with the traitors.” He whispered.

"I'll handle Alessandro personally," I growled.

I’ve been having my own suspicions of him, but I didn’t want to believe it because he was all I have left as family. After his parents’ deaths, he came to me seeking protection. I had just lost my own family and started my own mafia family. I took him in to protect him as best as I could, but if it happens that he is the traitor in our midst, I will dismantle him myself from limb to limb.

The club's music and laughter faded into the background as I contemplated the impending chaos. I need a break from it tonight, maybe a f**k from one of the club whores.

I looked around, ready to call for one when I saw her, the one cause of my sleepless nights, Danica, the beautiful American with honey brown eyes and her unmistakable red hair. Our chance encounter in Rome still lingered in my mind. I had nearly ignored my reasons for staying away from her to call her all these weeks, but I ended up backing down. She’s too precious, too innocent and untainted, unlike my world, where we survive on crimes and sins. She was a great temptation that I tried so hard to resist. I tried to forget, but watching her dance on the floor, I know it’s too late now.

Fate had brought us together again, and this time I won’t be able to stay away from her, not when she’s looking as hot as ever in that short, tight dress. I can bet she’s got every man in the room lusting after her, she’s not aware of her charms. The very kind that can make men even as hard as me fall on our knees just for her.

I watched Danica dance, her carefree smile captivated me. For a moment, I forgot the burdens of my world, my duties could wait.

My eyes ran over her, Damn! She’s stunning. The dress hugged her body like second skin. Every move she makes and every sway of her hips is like a siren’s call to me. I trail my eyes to her legs, those toned thighs. The way they seem to go on forever, I want to see them wrap around me, pulling me deeper. Watching her dance, the way she loses herself in the music, abandoned and free. I crave that same surrender from her. I want to be the one she surrenders to. I still remember what her soft, silky skin scented like, the sweetest Sicilian lemons. I need to taste her and feel her shiver beneath my touch. My eyes went back to her face, Danica's eyes met mine, and I sensed a spark of recognition. She was now staring at me, shocked, but I see a hint of vulnerability in those sparkling eyes. She’s guarded, wary. I want to break those walls and own her completely.

Her lips moved as she stared back at me, and her friend followed her eyes, now staring at me as well. They were saying something to each other. Danita pouted her lips, plumed, inviting and begging to be kissed. I’ll claim those lips and mark them as mine. I would claim Danica, make her mine, and use her as a distraction from the turmoil within our organization. She continued dancing like I did not exist, but I’m done hiding.

I navigated through the crowd, my presence commanding attention. I stood beside her, not too close but enough for her to be aware of my presence.

“Danica.” I let her name roll off my tongue, my voice low and husky.

"Ignazio," Danica replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"We meet again." I grinned.

I can see how much I affect her, I’m glad the feeling is mutual.

Her friend’s gaze darted between us, sensing tension.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked, my eyes locked on Danica.

Danica's hesitation was palpable, but Kylie intervened.

"The more, the merrier!" Kylie exclaimed, moving to make room.

I smiled, my intentions far from innocent. I stretched out my hand, inviting her to dance with me. Danica's body swayed closer, her eyes moving from my face to my hand, her eyes narrowed at me. Standing so close to her, her scent was intoxicating. But my world wasn't one of romance and fairy tales. It was one of power, loyalty, and ruthless tactics.

Danica's innocence was a liability, a vulnerability I couldn't afford. Yet, I couldn't resist. No one else can have her. She’s mine, only mine. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her by my side. But a darker thought crept into my mind. What if she discovered who I truly am? What if she rejects and leaves me? No, I push the doubts aside. No, I won’t let that happen. I’ll ensure she’s bound to me, heart and soul. I’m totally consumed by Danica, my desires for her intensified with every passing moment.