The Forced Mafia Princess

07 | Testing Waters

| MYA |

I was walking through my favorite park when I spotted my dad. I blinked a few times as I tried adjusting my sight to confirm I wasn’t going crazy.

“Dad!” I shouted, running towards him. He had his back to me, but he should have turned by now. He knew my voice. “Dad, it’s me!” I cried again as I reached him.

I pulled his arm to turn him, but his body fell on the ground lifeless. I looked at my hand and noticed the blood dripping from it. I closed my eyes and shook my head. “This isn’t real; this isn’t real!” I repeated to myself.

“Well, aren’t you just a beautiful girl, Mya?” I heard a deep voice say behind me. His voice made my skin crawl. I just got stranger danger vibes from it. I didn’t even acknowledge it as I crouched down to run my fingers through my dad’s hair. Whenever he was upset, I would run my fingers through his hair and he would calm down, showing me his handsome smile.

I was pretty sure that I was ready to be locked up in a loony bin.

“Sto parlando con te!” (Italian for “I am talking to you!”) the creepy voice said as he pulled me by the hair.

“Lasciami solo!” (Italian for “Leave me alone!”) I yelled as I tried to pull away from him. His grip on my hair was too tight to free myself.

“I’m coming for you,” he whispered in my ear as his grip tightened.

“Marcelo! Marcelo, help me!” I cried.

***

“Mya! Wake up, Principessa!”

“No! Don’t touch me! Marcelo!” I yelled again, shutting my eyes tighter.

“I’m here! I’m right here, baby!” I heard at a distance.

I felt someone shake me before I was finally able to open my eyes. I lifted my hand to my chest as I tried to control my breathing. I felt muscular arms tighten around me. When I looked around, I noticed that I was in Marcelo’s lap as he hugged me tightly.

“Are you okay, Mya?” he whispered softly against my hair. I couldn’t bring myself to talk yet, so I just nodded. “Come here. It’s still early. Let’s go to sleep again.” He said as he pulled me back on the bed.

“No!” I choked out as I shook my head frantically.

“It’s okay. Calm down. We can wake up if that’s what you want,” he said as he rubbed my arms softly.

A knock came at the door at that moment and Carlos peaked through the door. “Oh good! You guys are awake,” he said with a smile, walking in and closing the door.

“All in order?” Marcelo asked him. Carlos just nodded and turned to me.

“We arrived at our destination, Mya. Go ahead and freshen up, shower, whatever you want while Marcelo and I have a quick chat.” I looked at them confused but wasn’t in the mood to question them. I was so tired, but there was no way in hell that I was going back to sleep.

I shivered at the memory of that creepy dream. I left them in the bedroom, grabbing my bag and headed for the bathroom.

I looked down at my watch and groaned when I noticed the time. “This is going to be one long asš day!”

| MARCELO |

As soon as Mya stepped out of the bedroom, Carlos turned to me.

“We have some men waiting in Germany. They are hidden in the surrounding area of the private air strip. We are waiting to confirm if he really betrayed us,” he said, shaking his head in anger.

“È Tommaso, vero?” (Italian for “It is Tommaso, right?”) I asked him through clenched teeth.

“Sì,” he stated, looking at me.

“Get my XDM ready,” I said lowly as I stood up, grabbing my stuff to get ready. If that asšhole really betrayed us, he wasn’t going to live to speak of it.

“Sì, Marcelo,” he replied as he stood to leave.

I already knew that we had made it to Morocco, not Germany. That was how we would catch him. He would think that we had arrived in Germany and Franco’s men would “ambush” us. He should know better than to think that Capo didn’t teach us better.

I finished buckling my pants and went to put another shirt on but winced in pain. My shoulder wasn’t fully healed yet and it hurt like a bītch to lift my arms. At that moment, Mya walked in and rushed over to me.

“Let me help you, Marcelo,” she said, pulling the shirt from me.

I let her slide the t-shirt through each arm and over my head. When she was helping me pull the shirt down my body, her small, soft hands brushed my back, making me shiver. Without thinking, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her flush against my chest.

“You smell so good, Principessa,” I declared lowly against her ear. Her body trembled slightly, making me lose my mind. I leaned forward and kissed up her neck, until I reached her cheek, and then I finally claimed her lips desperately.

I had been dreaming of kissing her soft lips again. I wanted everything that had to do with Mya. My hands moved down her body absentmindedly. I reached for the back of her thigh, picking her up and wrapping her legs around my waist. I felt a little pain on my shoulder, but I would take it one hundred times to be like this with my Principessa.

She pulled away, eyes still closed, and panting heavily. “Marcelo,” she whispered. “Your shoulder. I-I-you will hu-r-rt,” she added shyly.

“I’m okay,” I whispered as I leaned forward, kissing and sucking on her neck. I felt her lady parts warm up against my waist, making my cōck way harder. Painfully hard at that.

She moaned softly when someone suddenly cleared their throat. f**k! I looked down to Mya as she hid her probably flushed face against my neck.

“We are ready to leave,” Carlos informed us awkwardly, turning around and leaving the bedroom.

“Um, Marcelo?” Mya mumbled softly.

“Yeah, Principessa?” I asked her.

“You can let me down now,” she said with a giggle.

“Right!” I chuckled, placing her back on her feet. “We will talk about this and continue it later,” I added huskily, winking at her.

I grabbed my black leather jacket and placed her soft hands in mine, before stepping out of the bedroom.