The Mafia Twins' Bride

Chapter 5: Dinner with Devils

Gunshots shattered the crystal chandeliers the second Derek Valentino my ex-fiancé , stormed the mafia dinner.

Only seconds earlier, Dominic had been parading me around the long table like i was some trophy.

His hand rested possessive on my lower back as he introduced me to rival mafia bosses. “This is my wife, Lila,” he announced, his voice calm and proud. Every man in the room turned to stare. Some nodded with respect. Others looked at me with curiosity and raw hunger, like they were already calculating how to take me away from him. I forced a small smile, my heart pounding, while trying so hard to look like I belonged in the arms of the strongest mafia boss in East Coast.

the doors suddenly burst open.

Derek, my ex-fiancé, stood there with four armed men standing behind him, their guns raised, aiming directly at Dominic. “She belongs to me, Dominic Vale! Not you!” he yelled, his eyes blazing with rage.

The room exploded into chaos.

Bullets ripped through the air. Glasses shattering into piece. People screamed, most of the mafia bosses dived to take cover. Dominic threw his body over mine, slamming me to the floor behind the long table. His weight crushing breath out of me, but his arm stayed tightened around my waist so strong like steel.

“Stay down,” he growled against my ear.

Another shot split into the air. I felt him flinch hard. Warm blood soaked through his shirt and onto my back. He’d been hit by a bullet.

“Dominic!” I gasped, my hands trembling as I started pressing against the wound on his side. My breathing ragged, fear taken over me completely.

Dominic didn’t bother answering with words. He lifted his head just enough to fire back twice. Clean, controlled shots. Two of my Derek’s men dropped to the floor dead.

The rest of the people in the room scrambled for cover, chairs overturning, plates crashing.

My ex kept screaming. “Lila is mine! You stole her from me!”

Dominic’s body never left mine. He shielded me completely, even as blood kept pouring from his side .

The gunfire stopped as fast as it started.

My ex was dragged away by two of Dominic's men, still screaming threats.

The remaining bosses stared at us in stunned silence.

Dominic rose slowly, blood dripping from his side, pulling me up with him. His arm never left my waist.

“Lila is my wife,” he announced, his voice loud and steady despite the bullet wound on his side. “Anyone who tries touching her would have me to deal with.” he sneered.

No one argued. They all nodded, their eyes widened in surprise. Dominic didn’t wait for a second as he began walking me out of the room like nothing had happened, blood leaving a dark trail on the marble floor.

The ride back to the penthouse was dead silent. His driver kept glancing in the rearview mirror, but Dominic just stared straight ahead,his jaw clenching. I sat close to him pressing against him, my hands still trying to stop the bleeding.

Inside the penthouse he finally let me go. He sank into the couch, his shirt soaked red.

“Sit,” I said, my voice shaking. I ran to the bathroom, grabbed the towels and the first-aid kit, I dropped on my knees in front of him.

He watched me with dark eyes as I pulled the shirt off his chest. The bullet had grazed his side deep enough to bleed heavily but not fatal. My hands trembled while I cleaned the wound.

“You’re shaking,” he said quietly, his eyes not leaving mine.

“Because you just got shot because of me.” I whispered.

He caught my chin, forcing me to look up. “That’s what I'm supposed to do, and from now onwards, you’re mine to protect.”

The words cracked open something inside me. I finished bandaging him, but when I tried to stand he pulled me onto his lap instead. His hands settling around my hips, warm and possessive. Adrenaline still pumping through both of us I could feel it in the way his heart hammering against my chest.

“Dominic, you’re hurt...” i said, my voice filled with concern.

“I’m fine.” His voice dropping low. He kissed me hard, the kind of kiss that tasted more like blood and survival. I kissed him back before I could stop myself. The fear from the dinner, the relief that he was still alive, the way his body felt rigid under me all crashed together into me, causing me to loss the will power to urge him to stop.

He stood up with me still in his arms, carrying me in a bridal way to the bedroom even though blood still seeped through the bandage. He laid me down on the bed climbing on top of me, while been careful of his side but wasn't gentle at the same time. His hands pushed my dress up roughly, his fingers caressing my thighs.

“I need you,” he rasped against my neck.

I nodded, breathing fast. He didn’t wait even for a second. He shoved my panties aside and thrust into me in one hard stroke. I gasped, my back arching forward. The s*x was a fast and desperate one, every thrust driven by the near-death rush from the dinner. My nails dug into his shoulders. He groaned every time I clenched around him, the pain from his wound mixing with pleasure until neither of us could tell the difference.

I came first, crying out his name. He followed right after i had c*m, burying himself deep into my slick dripping p***y breathing hard against my skin.

For a minute we just lay there, our bodies still locked together, hearts still racing.

He finally rolled off me and reached for his phone on the nightstand. I watched him through my half-closed eyes, my body still in the euphoria of the intense session we just had. He typed something quickly, then set the phone down.

I caught the screen before it went dark. A message to someone named “D” with a heart emoji.

Same phone I had seen the other twin use.

My stomach twisted. I waited until Dominic went into the bathroom to clean up, i slipped out of bed and opened the walk-in closet. My fingers brushed along the row of identical black suits.

One of them smelled like a different cologne; it was sharper and alluring than Dominic’s.

I closed the closet door fast, my heart pounding again. His twin wasn’t just a voice i heard in the hallway anymore. He is right here, in this penthouse, the clothes i just saw was enough reason to prove my assumption.

Dominic stepped out of the bathroom, he had fresh bandage on his side, seeing the look on my face. He frowned.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

I forced a small smile. “Nothing. Just… glad you’re okay.” i stammered.

He pulled me back into bed, tucking me against his chest like I belonged there. But I couldn’t stop thinking about the second suit. The heart emoji. The scar on the opposite wrist.

The twins weren’t sharing me anymore.

They were fighting over who got

to keep me.

And I'm starting to realize I might not have a say in who won.