Mafia’s Obsession

Consequences

Sasha West's POV:

I can clearly hear my heart speeding its beat faster than the bullet train, and he could feel it whimper under his intense gaze. The way his lips stretched into a knowing smirk, made it evident of him knowing my reactions to his actions.

I hated this man for his evil guts and careless attitude, but yet my body gave away all the wrong signals to his touch. He kept twirling and securing me intimately in his arms not missing the ardent eye contact like he pleased, and I had no choice but to go with the flow.

To avoid his intense gaze and my flipping feelings, I let my eyes wander to my sister. I could spot it even from the farthest distance I stood away, that she was terrified. She looked strong on the exterior with that straight face on, but only I knew what she was feeling within. A single gesture of assurance and she would burst into tears any moment.

My attention was harshly pulled away from my sister to the killing machine, as his left arm was dangerously moving up and his right exploring my lower body. This wasn't the first time someone was feeling me up, but this is the first, I felt two contrasts at the same time, amazing and disgusting.

The way his hands were shooting adrenaline into me everywhere they made contact, explained how an expert he is at handling a woman's body. Though it felt too good to be true and gelled my core into causing strange sensations I never felt before, my mind was warning me and calling me disgusting for loving the feel of a murderer's arms and enjoying the s****l tension he is assaulting me with.

Snapping out of my disoriented fantasies, I pushed him a little too hard than I'd intended, to prevent his both palms from touching me any more intimately.

But my push didn't make any difference to him, and resting his arms on my waist firmer, pulling me closer, he replied as he nibbled my earlobe with his lips, "You're different from the other girls I've ever been with Sasha. You make me feel things I thought I'd never ever possess again"

Though I was curious at his mysterious statements, I did not question him except nodding to his confession.

"Aren't you curious to know, how are you different?" He continued further, as he licked my earlobe, and ran his nose down the length of my neck.

"I want to return back home" I stammered locking my legs together tightly, unable to keep the growing tensions at bay.

"Sure you can Gorgeous" Hearing those words, I couldn't stop but feel relieved. But yet his reply shocked me, as his actions weren't backing his words.

So to confirm my doubts, I asked, "Are you serious? Can I leave?"

"Of course, see you soon Sasha West, bye for now" He said, pecking my shoulder blade lazily.

Lifting his head to lock gaze with mine, he smiled pleasantly. It was a smile that had no hidden meaning behind it, or no masking sarcasm. A normal casual one, a boy met in a club would give to a girl he danced with. But when there is a Mafia man in place of a normal boy, you can never read even the meanings that you think are easier.

A little unsure of everything going back to normal, I smiled slightly and turned back to leave, when I heard the words that were worse than death himself.

"Brace yourself for tomorrow Love. I wish to speak to your parents regarding the wedding vows I intend to take with you."

The new found information burst upon me like molten lava, I stood numb as my legs were not ready for action anytime soon. I did not know how to react, my lower body had no more strength to back the upper one, I was ready to collapse when I felt two slender arms supporting my weight. I could feel Elle soothing my back, and whispering words to strengthen me.

"Our wedding?" Still rooted to the ground and supporting my entire weight on Elle, I asked, well understanding what I heard earlier.

"Yes Love, I wish to rule the world with you by my side" But this time, his words evoked strange kind of ire in me.

If he thinks, he can do as he pleases with me, and I will agree to everything he likes without picking up a fight, then he is wrong. He doesn't know who he is dealing with, if he is Mafia then I f*****g don't care when it is my life he is trading with.

"But I don't want to marry you bastard, do you understand? And don't you dare call me Love." I yelled facing him standing my ground, losing all the self-control I had. I pushed Elle a little, and walked closer, as if challenging him.

Every other person in the club gaped at us with mouth hanging wide open, the music halted. The staff gulped at what might happen. But I couldn't care less, if he wants to be an asshole then I will be bigger than that. He cannot just barge into my life one day and cut my freedom, he isn't some God I should fear.

You don't have to fear God but pray, when there's a devil's paw ready to strike in the face.

Stop being foolish!

"Sasha don't! Calm down, please." Elle pleaded, hugging me closer.

"Let's go Elle, this isn't the place for us" I said, still staring at Damon, though my words were meant for my sister.

"Leave the place immediately, everyone" Growled Damon, like a wounded lion.

Taking that as a hint, everyone ran out as quickly as possible as if the club caught on fire, with that previous concern for us both evaporating into thin air.

I knew those words weren't directed towards me, but I couldn't care anymore, and thus challenging him I turned to walk away along with Elle.

Just then I heard the asshole's voice warning us, "Not you two"

"Why? What do you want from us? You got to dance with me, what else do you want?" I asked, acting as if the previous episode where he proposed me didn't happen at all.

"You, my dear Sasha" He spoke again, fueling my fury to ten folds.

"Shut the hell up! I already told you I'm not interested in marrying an asshole like you. Are you that dumb to understand?" I spat, ceasing my life in hell.

"You should stop cursing little one, if you want your tongue in its place." He said calmly, reducing the distance between us. His calmness was like the silence before an enormous storm.

"But I don't want to marry you" I screamed rushing to the bar, and throwing every bottle and glass my eyes caught onto, like a spoilt kid does to make her parents succumb to her bizarre wishes.

I was adamant on making him understand if I cannot destroy lives like him, I can at-least crush his precious belongings and property.

But before I could damage his possessions further, I felt him pulling me by my luscious hair to the center of the room. Harshly pulling me into him, he twisted my hands to the back, causing a sharp pain to shoot my arms.

Pushing me more into himself, and holding my hands behind my back in a death grip multiplying the pain horrifically, he bit my neck causing a loud scream to escape my mouth.

"Let me go, asshole. I hate you, and I would rather die than marry you." Choking on my tears, I screamed hatred clear in my voice.

Shivering in rage, he pushed me to the floor and sped to my sister, clutching her neck and choking her to death. All happened so insanely fast that it took me minutes to process everything he did.

"No!" But my scream fell on deaf ears.

"Let go off me." Stuttered Elle, thrashing to break free from his steel grip.

She ain't able to breath.

She is failing to stay conscious.

I can see her eyes turning red with fear of death.

She is turning pale second by second.

God! Help me.

"Please someone save her." I screamed, trying to push up my pathetic self from the ground. But my body gave up due to the harsh fall.

Every time I tried to get up, I fell down again. s**t! I should be able to help my sister, she might die because of my foolishness, and I cannot afford that. I tried harder, only to find myself falling on my face this time, but two hands prevented my fall and held me securely in their arms.

I was too engulfed in my own deadly concerns that instead of thanking the alien man, I pushed him with all my might and tried rushing towards my sister.

But before I could reach her, the man who helped me caught Damon's hand in his, and said, "Let go Dam. You are only making it worse for the both of you. Killing her sister will not help you earn her love, cool down."

Instead of reacting to the man's words, hissing like a serpent Damon turned to face me, his face red, which made him look exactly like the devil minus the two horns.

Locking his vehement gaze with mine, he spoke words directing them to the alien man, "No one talks to me like that, no one disrespects me like she did, no one goes against me ever. If they do, they tend to loose their life in the most unexpected way possible. Now that you see, her life is too precious for me brother. So why can't I teach her a lesson by snatching something too dear to her? And you will not stop me Rob."

Shuddering at the fierceness in his tone I painfully dragged my blurry vision towards the girl he was hell bent on killing, who stopped fighting the devil's deadly grip while her eyes slowly started drooping with the lack of oxygen for quite some time now.

Unable to see her in that state, I crawled with difficulty towards his feet and clamped on to it wailing, "Please, I am sorry for being rude. I was being a brat, so kill me. My sister has nothing to do with this, let her go."

But Damon was too lost in his rage that he did not budge from his position, his hands only tightened around my sister and eyes locked with mine as if warning me to go against him again.

The man called Rob pulled me up and glaring at Damon, he warned, "Dam leave the girl. I care about her, like you do for Sasha. Is this enough to leave her be? You promised to make up to me in the club, I hope you will not let me down this time."

Snapping his head to Rob, he locked eyes with him and there was silent exchange of conversation. I only prayed whatever Rob was trying to convey, would pull my sister out of this devil's death trap.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Damon released Elle's neck and as I tried to catch her, Rob intervened and lifted her in his arms,

"Rob, drag her out" Not making eye contact with Rob, Damon spat.

I moved to hold my sister's hand to make sure she was fine, when I felt a steely evil stare my way. It was so strong that, my legs refused to act according to my will. But my eyes pleaded Rob to take good care of my Elle, which he confirmed with a dimpled smile, that felt too genuine to doubt.

As I saw Rob carrying out my sister, I wished I had an invisible cloak to ditch this demon and stand beside my sister.

How did my life even turn this worse, in just one hour?

Was America poisoned so bad, that two girls cannot live without protection in peace?

Where did our curiosity land us?

In the gutter!

Cursing my conscience for its strange sense of humor at abnormal timings, I dragged my gaze to my peace offender only to whimper at his malicious stare. It doubled to worst than minutes ago, and my tears only multiplied at thinking all the worst scenarios playing repeatedly in my head.

Like a predator stalking its prey, he slowly walked towards me. Unable to keep myself rooted to the place, I kept backing away, now that I got an idea of his cruelty I no longer wished to stay in his vicinity.

"Stop please, I am sorry" I pleaded, seeing him reach closer to me.

Pulling me towards him in a quick swift, supporting me stand up, he wiped my uncontrollable tears and kissed my cheek as he spoke, "What you saw just now is a small teaser to your future life, if ever I don't find an yes to my wishes. So don't make it worse for your loved ones by disobeying me Love. When I want something I get it, ways don't matter. Understood?"

I was too terrified to go against him, so without much choice I nodded meekly, as another round of tears made their place evident in my irises.

"Marry me Sasha, or else you will lose everyone that you love, and I will be your worst nightmare" I froze, when his lips touched my sweet spot, making my body jerk into his further more.

~ End of Sasha West's POV ~

Every person is destined to meet their other half someday, but Damon Knight never believed this ever. Especially after loosing someone who meant the world to him. He never thought a word called 'soulmate' would become an example of someone as beautiful as this.

The word 'love' lost its essence the minute he thought it to be a fine weakness; being a leading mafia man brought not only power but enemies too attached to it. He did not want his nemesis to use a weakness against him, he was born to win and couldn't afford to change it ever.

But what is beauty of life, if everything travels as expected.

Sasha West looked pure, naive, innocent and everything that describes a normal girl without any connection to his world. The moment he saw her, he knew she was meant to be his. He found magic sprinkling itself on them, turning them into soulmates.

Hurting her was never his intention, but he did not know any other way than force, to make her his. Being the heir of the most powerful family of the states, he always got what he wanted, if not, he knew the game of snatch. Though he didn't want to repeat his usual ways with her, he also did not know how to do it any differently. He decided how ever it may be, she will be his.

He found his new sport to be fun, taming and spoiling her was what he would do. Yet he wasn't ready for wedding. To make her understand she was his forever, he put forward the word, though he never meant it.

Now it was time to make things right, but like always, his way.

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