Entangled With The Mafia Boss

Chapter 6

Michelle

"I'm sorry for your loss." I raised my tone at the end of my condolence. "But what exactly does that have to do with me?" I watched his face become a mask of emotionless angst.

He c****d his head to one side, looking at me, and then he shook his head as he let out a breath that caused his large shoulders to slump. The emotion returned to his face as his eyebrows furrowed deeply into the bridge of his nose.

"You don't seem to understand a lot of things here. Or maybe it’s because you’ve lived in a jaded perspective. My world," he said, standing up straight and spreading his arms wide, gesturing around him, "is dark, bloody, and dangerous."

"But you—" I interrupted, pointing towards him and then towards the door, "you have a daughter and a mother. And they seem to be the light of your world. You know, you act like a totally different person around the little girl, almost like a full-blown father figure. But it doesn't matter. In this dark, scary, and oh-so-dangerous world you seem to speak of, you seem to have some really, really calm parts of your life that are bright. Isn’t that contradictory?" I crossed one leg over the other, feeling my therapist training come into play.

He turned towards me and then slowly sat down. "Maybe," he said. "But it has its perks. Don’t you know that even in the darkest places, there are times that are as bright as possible? And it is my duty to safeguard those bright moments." His face slowly contorted into anger again, sending a slight jolt of fear through me.

"How long am I going to be here?" I turned my face away from him, not wanting to stare at his intensity for too long.

Now, unlike the prison, there were no chains, no gray iron table and nobody watching and monitoring our every move.

"It doesn’t seem feasible. I mean, I’m practically a whole ocean away from my home and everything I know. Surely you have a plan, right? And what is this about? Are you beefing with Williams?” I raised a brow in question

“Beef?” He chuckled. “No…none of that. Here's bloody and brutal, but we don’t bring the innocent into it."

Now that one had me laughing. I raised my hands and pointed at myself. "So what am I? Collateral damage? Or am I a mere reminder that you intentionally pulled me into this, and I don’t even know what the heck ‘this’ is?"

At this point, I was raving. I hated being in the dark. Heck, I hated not knowing anything about everything. It rubbed me the wrong way, and I was not going to stop loathing him. No.

"I really want to go back home." I folded my arms over my chest and sank deeper into the chair, huffing out an exasperated breath.

"You can't do that. We have a few things to do, remember? I'm supposed to take your virginity." Instantly, my face erupted into a vat of heat. I felt my eyes widen, and my body nearly folded in on itself. I stood up, jumped to my feet, and began walking away from him.

"So it looks like I hit a nerve." Suddenly, I felt his hand on my arm, pulling me straight into his chest.

"Come on, don't get your panties in a twist—although I would like to see those panties. I bet they would be wet by now, judging from the way you're breathing like that." He smirked, his ocean-blue eyes twinkling with both amusement and something darker. Something that sent chills down my spine. And in truth, he was right. I could feel the slickness between my thighs.

"Stay away from me," I managed to growl out. "I want nothing to do with you. Absolutely nothing. And don’t you dare touch me?" I tried to yank my hand out from his grip.

The man, however, was more interested in laughing than taking me seriously.

"I promise I’m going to get you back for this." I glared at him with as much intensity as my little five-foot-three self could muster. The more I did, the more I realized how dumb it was. I finally succumbed to exhaustion, leaning against the wall and turning my face away. "Can you please let me go?"

He was still laughing. His shoulders shook gently with each movement. His ocean-blue eyes twinkled with so much amusement, while his unnaturally handsome face was cracked up in a smile that made him look—dare I say—human.

"So you can talk nicely. Here I was thinking all that could come out of your little mouth were as many profanities as possible. But I like it. Both ways, it's fine. You being sweet," he c****d his head to one side, "you being a little mean. I always like it when they're like that—feisty and a little mean." His hand on my arm squeezed a bit more, causing me to genuinely gasp. At this point, however, I didn’t know whether I felt terror or anticipation.

"Boss." The torturous look on his face slowly eased into a cold mask. He stood up straight and turned around, releasing my arm.

"Phone call. William says he wants to talk to you privately." Maximus looked at me and shot me an apologetic glance as he raised the phone in the air. In his large hand, the phone looked like a toy, which nearly made me burst out laughing. Unfortunately, if not for what had just happened, I would have.

Bruce backed away from me, turning his body towards Maximus and covering the distance between us and the door in just a few short strides of his long legs. "What?" he barked into the phone as he exited the room, leaving me alone with Maximus.

"What's wrong with him?" I seethed, balling my hands into fists as I stomped away from the wall towards Maximus.

"What do you all want from me? What’s the point of all this? He still has a freaking presence around, and this is wrong."

Maximus simply shrugged. "He didn’t have much of a choice," Maximus said in a low voice. "If it were up to me, I might have done worse." The large man shrugged again and walked out, leaving me just as confused as I was when I woke up.

"Why would he have done worse?" I asked myself.