Claimed by the ruthless Mafia king

10. Come with me

[Zack]

I had Emma in mind when I sat on the deck and played poker with Micah for the first time. I had her in mind when I made him play with me every Friday, and when I raised the stakes everytime we played, knowing well that I would win, and he would owe me.

I had Emma in mind while Micah's debt piled up, way more than he could ever pay. I had her in mind when I shot William, instilling fear on the others, but mostly on Micah. I have had her in my mind since I could remember, and now, she's not just in my mind anymore, she's now in my house.

But I couldn't come up with an answer to the question that kept echoing and re-echoing in my head, or even get the thought out of my head. What now?

I had my men go to Micah's house way before they were expected, not just because I wanted to show my authority, but because I couldn't get the thought of Emma's arrival off my mind, or the thought that her father could run away with her.

But she had arrived at my mansion, still dressed in her nighties, and looking extremely sad. She obviously missed her dad, and didn't know how much good I was doing her by bringing her out of her father's house, and into my mansion. If she knew, she would be on her knees thanking me.

“What's that?“ I asked Liam who had gone back to the car to bring out a blue box without hiding my displeasure.

“Her–her things.” Liam replied while I raised a questioning eyebrow. I remembered telling them to go get Emma, but not her things.

It explained why it had taken them forever to get back, while I waited impatiently for them with feigned indifference.

Of course, I had Liam burn the box because she would have no use for it plus I didn't want anything from her father's house in her possession. Everything she would need henceforth was already in her bedroom, arranged over a month ago, and waiting for the day she would arrive.

But she didn't know that yet, and just like me, she didn't know what awaited her.

I left for my bedroom after instructing the men to lead her inside. Now that I was sure of her arrival, it was time I attended the meeting scheduled for today, even though I was over an hour behind time.

I stepped out of my bedroom some five minutes later, dressed for the meeting, and holding my briefcase. I met the men in the large sitting room, standing on either side of Emma, and looking just as confused as her.

I had told them to lead her inside without telling them where exactly to lead her, and of course they wouldn't dare go any farther without my permission.

“Room four,“ I said casually, ignoring how my presence had startled my men. Emma's eyes were fixed on the sitting room's decor, and didn't notice when I came in until the men flinched beside her. But she regained her composure almost immediately, surprising me.

Not bad, I said in my head, without paying her any attention, and headed for the door. I stepped out of the building, and headed for the underground garage where most of my cars were parked.

“Get the Rolls Royce ready,“ I said casually to Max, my driver. But he remained standing, waiting for more orders.

“The f**k are you doing, standing there?” I asked with my voice slightly raised, and my eyes narrowed.

“Which of them, boss?” He asked, stuttering.

“The black one of course.”

There was no way for him to know the exact car I wanted, but I wanted him to. He should see me each time, and know what I wanted.

“Okay boss,” he replied, heading reluctantly for the car. There were two of them, and anyone was fine, but he did know that yet. He got the owner's side of first black Rolls Royce open, and slowly turned towards me for approval. But I kept a straight face.

The other men who I had paid no attention to waited for me to get into the car so they could get into theirs, but I didn't. A sudden realization had just hit me.

The f*****g meeting I was heading for wasn't scheduled or called by me which only meant I didn't have to go.

I held the door of the car for a few seconds then I let go of it, and backed away.

“Send message to them. I'll reschedule the meeting.” I said, and headed back into the mansion. I had no idea who I was meeting with, or what the meeting was about which was even more reason to call it off. I am the king of the Mafia, I should call every damn meeting, and not the other way round.

Back inside the building, I headed straight for my bedroom and dropped off my briefcase and my suit jacket, then I headed for the part of the mansion where Emma was located.

The well-oiled door made no sound when I pushed it open. Emma was bent over on the floor, clearly searching for something. She was wearing a black dress now which I thought was bold. My eyes caught the roundness of her ass, and stayed there. A sudden heat surged through me while I felt my d**k harden.

“Looking for something?” I asked. I had tried to sound as cold as possible, but my voice betrayed my arousal.

Emma swirled around so quickly that I thought she would fall, or suffer from a mild migraine. Her glassy eyes widened once our eyes met, but she quickly looked away.

“No sir,” she stuttered with quivering lips. But she was looking for something, and I was sure.

I still felt hot in my body even though I was trying to talk myself out of it.

“Why else would you be bent over like that. As if…” As if there was a d**k ready to ram into you was what I was going to say, but I quickly caught myself, and left the words hanging instead.

“I–” she was going to say something but she trailed off. I hated that she was so scared of me. But who wasn't?

“Straighten up, I'll show you to the others.” I said, and headed for the door. I wouldn't be able to stop myself from doing anything stupid if I remained in the room with her for one more second.

“Don't make me call you,” I called out when I got to the doore, and realized that she hadn't moved an inch. I hadn't intended to sound harshly, but the words came out cold, like a threat, and made her flinch.

She had no idea where we were going, but she continued walking reluctantly after I pointed her to the right direction while I trailed behind her, with my eyes fixed on her ass.

With every step she took, her hips swayed and her curves bounced enticingly, causing my d**k to harden even more. I should probably look away from her, but I couldn't.

She stopped walking when she got close to the room where we were headed. She must have grown scared. Somehow, the men inside sensed my arrival, and had suddenly gone quiet.

Security cautious. Good.

I reached for her ass, and without thinking, I gave it a firm squeeze.

Her breath caught in her throat as though I had fingered her, and I was instantly reminded of the b***h I had f****d in my office yesterday.

I let go of her as quickly as I could, and without as little as a glance towards her direction, I stepped into the room.