THE MAFIA'S VENGEANCE

Chapter 4

I immediately stand up and shake my head vigorously. “No. Don’t be like this,” I plead. “This isn’t you.”

The relaxed expression on his face, which seems almost amused by my humiliation, suddenly hardens.

“I already told you, didn’t I? You heard me, didn’t you? So don’t act like you know me. You know nothing about me.” His eyes harden. “Now, get on your knees.”

“I’m not doing that! You can be angry with me or hate me, but I won’t let you humiliate me like this!” I say, wiping away my tears.

He raises an eyebrow. “Why are you acting like this? You used to do it on your own, even when I told you not to. This shouldn’t be so difficult for you.”

If only he knew why I did those things back then.

“Character development?” he asks mockingly.

Unable to bear his contemptuous expression any longer, I look away. Then I glance at the wall clock. It’s already eight in the evening. I can’t stay here any longer. It’s almost nine—the time Leandro usually goes to bed. I can’t miss his birthday. He’ll be sad.

“Let’s just sit here all night, then.”

I stare at him, hating that he knows exactly how to pressure me. “Please… punish me if you want, but not like this, not now. I have to go. I’m begging you.”

“Why? You have an important appointment tonight?” His lips curl into a faint smile. “Then don’t waste time. If you manage to satisfy me, I’ll let you go.”

“Lorenzo, have you really become like this? You don’t even know what you’re doing right now.”

“I know exactly what I’m doing, so don’t make me repeat myself. I’m your master, and you’ll do as I say. I’m still being merciful.”

Merciful? He calls this mercy?

I look at him as tears stream down my face. I desperately hope there’s still a little mercy left in him, but his expression remains unchanged. He isn’t going to let me leave until I do what he wants. And with Leandro waiting for me at home, I can’t afford to waste any more time fighting him.

With no other choice, I slowly sink to my knees between his legs. Shame and humiliation wash over me, but I remind myself that I’m doing this for my child. I just have to get through this and go home.

“I really hate you for this,” I say, wiping away my tears.

He merely stares at me, his expression indifferent, as though my words mean nothing to him.

My trembling hands reach out slowly to unzip his pants. The bulge beneath his pants is impossible to ignore. I look away as my hands pull his d**k out.

“Look at it. Keep your eyes on it.”

I do as he orders.

Long, thick, with prominent veins.

It stands fully erect in front of my face. I lift my head and find Lorenzo watching me.

“Why?" One of his eyebrows arches. "You’re acting like you haven’t seen a d**k in a long time.”

Because I haven’t.

"I shouldn’t have to teach you, should I?”

Although I hesitate, my hand begins to stroke his d**k. He brushes the hair away from my face and pulls my head closer to his d**k.

“Use that slutty mouth properly and keep your eyes on me.”

I stick out my tongue and begin licking along the shaft all the way to the tip, while looking at him as instructed.

Amid his heavy, uneven breathing, the sudden sound of an incoming call fills the room. I've barely turned my head when he stops me.

“Don’t you dare to stop.”

I'm sure it's Nonno calling. They must be wondering where I am. Instead of being home, blowing out candles with my son, I'm here, giving a man a blowjob instead.

How tragic.

I just want this humiliation to be over, so I bury my shame and continue sucking his d**k. From the head, then deeper, until half of it is inside my mouth.

As ordered, I keep staring at him while doing it. I can see his head tilting back, his breathing growing heavier and more erratic. It's painful to watch him being consumed by nothing but lust.

But I no longer care. All that matters is getting home, so I suck harder. Tears stream down my face as his d**k reaches the back of my throat because he moves my head roughly. My jaw aches so badly.

I have no idea how much time has passed, but it feels like an eternity because he keeps dragging it out. Then he groans, and that’s when he comes in my mouth.

“Swallow it,” he demands, still stroking his d**k.

I obey. And then he comes again, all over my face.

“Tears look good on you. So does my cum.”

I slowly open my eyes and find him smirking at me. I want to wipe the mess from my face, but my hands are sticky too.

"Lick it and swallow. Don't waste anything."

I stare at him, utterly disgusted by the humiliation. Just as I’m about to obey his command, my phone rings again. Without thinking, I immediately get up, grab some tissues, and clean up the mess.

“Are you deaf?”

I no longer care about him. I’ve already done what he wanted, so there’s no reason for him to stop me anymore. I hurry toward the door, but that’s when he rises from his chair.

“I already did what you wanted. So keep your promise.”

As if he hasn’t heard me, he grabs my tote bag. “Let’s see who the f**k has been calling you this whole time,” he says, reaching for my phone.

No. NO.

My heart lurches. It has to be Nonno calling me. If Lorenzo answers, he might hear Nonno calling me by the name I use in the town. He’ll know that I have a new life and a family waiting for me. I can’t let him drag Nonno and Nonna into this.

Worse, he can never know about Leandro.

Not ever.

“Give me back my phone!” I shout, trying to snatch it from his hand.

He raises the phone above my head and glances at the screen. I jump to reach it, but he immediately answers the call.

“Elena, where are you? Leandro keeps asking for you,” Nonno’s voice comes through the phone.

My breath catches in my throat.

Lorenzo’s gaze snaps toward me. I can’t tell whether it’s my new name that catches his attention or Leandro’s.

“Hello?”

I have to speak before Nonno can reveal anything else.

“Hello. I’m sorry. Something came up. I’ll explain later,” I reply hastily.

I swallow hard as Lorenzo lowers his head until his eyes are level with mine.

“Are you okay?” Nonno asks.

“Yeah… I’m okay. Just hang up, please…”

For several seconds, neither of us speaks. My heart pounds wildly as I hope Nonno will grant my request and not prolong the conversation.

And finally, the line goes dead.

I’ve barely begun to breathe a sigh of relief when Lorenzo speaks.

“Who is this Leandro?”

My body trembles, but I try to appear as normal as possible. “Nobody.”

A crooked smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “You know I can find out myself, right?”

I hate that I know he can. If I keep lying, he’ll eventually discover the truth himself, and I have no idea what he’ll do once he does.

“Answer.”

I bite my lip, desperately searching for a lie, but nothing comes to mind. My gaze drops to the floor as I struggle to force the words past my throat.

“He’s…”

Lorenzo lifts my chin, making it impossible to stall any longer.

“My son.”