The Revenge of a Mafia Princess

Chapter02

Four years ago...

Tonight was a hot night, me and a guy in a room full of alcohol. Drunk? Of course, as if the night was a party. But I and the guy went too far; I know it was wrong. But I couldn't blame anyone.

"Lilliana," he called in a husky voice. It gave me goosebumps.

With my remaining consciousness almost lost to alcohol, I said, "Hmm, why Matteo?" Yeah, that guy was Matteo, my brother's best friend, who was drunk with me.

"I want to play with you; is that okay?" Matteo asked right next to my ear; this time his position was very intimate, making me feel aroused by Matteo's touch.

I immediately got goosebumps; when I felt Matteo's breath on my neck, I gulped with difficulty. I felt Matteo's hand that began to slip into my dress.

I stopped the movement of Matteo's hand, turning my head 45°. My eyes saw the look of lust on Matteo's face.

"Matteo, I...."

My words stopped; Matteo seemed to close his hearing, and his hand continued to grope my dress-clad thigh. "I want you. Please, darling," he replied lightly as his face seemed to be holding something back.

I was still frozen; somehow hearing Matteo's words just now made me unable to refuse the man's request. Finally I nodded, whether it was love or just stupidity.

Seeing my consent, Matteo immediately launched his action by brutally crushing my lips. In fact, I was almost out of breath for him. Not only that, his hands also continued to touch my intimate body parts.

I felt that Matteo was beginning to be overcome by lust; he immediately carried me without releasing the link of his lips. Stepping slowly up to the room after setting foot in the room. I lost control; I kissed him back as if accepting Matteo's every touch. He went down to my neck; his lips began to touch my body sensually.

"Ahhhmm, M-matteo, but slow down." A smooth sigh sounded from my tiny mouth; I couldn't help but sigh. Damn, it seemed like my body was getting carried away with Matteo's touch.

Matteo, overcome by lust, did not listen to my words, while I could only surrender helplessly. "I love you, Lilliana," he said between our games.

Did I hear him wrong? I was still conscious, but it seemed that Matteo was already unconscious and under the influence of alcohol. "Ahh... Love you more, Matteo," I said, starting to get carried away with Matteo's touch.

I kissed Matteo back, turning his body to be under me. Now that I was on top of Matteo, I began to undress Matteo. Caressing every inch of Matteo's body, yeah, the man I had been in love with.

"You are mine, Matteo," I said, already overcome by lust, after which I began to lead the game, taking out Matteo's enlarged p***s.

"Ahhh, Lilliana."

Hearing Matteo's voice, I was even more excited. As for Matteo, he again put me under his body. His hands did not stay still; busy touching all my limbs, one by one the clothes attached to my body came off. It seemed that Matteo's lust was getting stronger when he saw my body that was not covered by a single piece of cloth.

While I could only enjoy Matteo's game, it would be a lie if I said I did not like every touch of the man. "M-Matteo, ahh, touch me." The sigh from my mouth could not be held back when Matteo began to touch my breasts. After being satisfied with my body, Matteo began to insert his object into mine. Slowly but surely, I felt the pleasure.

"Ahhhh, baby." A sigh escaped Matteo's mouth.

Matteo seemed to enjoy his game, and so did I. Enjoying every touch and pleasure. Enjoying every touch and pleasure that Matteo gave me.

"I love you, Matteo, ahhh."

***

Bang!

"Ahhh!"

My reverie was broken when I heard several screams and also the sound of... shooting? My eyes focused on one object in front of me; I saw someone already covered in blood in front of my eyes. No, not just one person!

Damn!

I froze for a moment before I finally realized that the person who had been shot was...

"Silas! Papa!" I shouted hysterically, of course, especially seeing Aelita smiling while holding a gun in her hand. Angry? Of course, I was about to run over to my bloodied father and brother. But...

"Don't move!"

I was frozen in place as someone pointed a gun in front of me. I turned to look at Callum, who was already crying in fear. The sound of gunfire was already echoing throughout the room, not just one victim but many!

"Callum, get out of here!" I snapped at my son; my tears were unstoppable, and I was panicking and didn't know what to do. I didn't even have a weapon with me, so what could I do?

"Don't try to run away!" The voice came from Vlad Petrov, Aelita's father and a ruthless mobster in Russia. I even swallowed when I came face to face with that man; I was so scared.

"You're evil! I'll pay you back!" I shouted in frustration.

Bang...

Once again the sound of gunfire echoed in the room, and another victim fell with blood flowing from his head. Who was it?