OWNED BY THE DON

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~JEMMA~

Roman didn’t say anything to me after that and I didn't say anything to him either because I knew he wouldn't answer all the questions I had.

We arrived at Roman’s mansion and to be honest, it looked more lavish and luxurious than I expected.

For a Don, he sure had quite good taste. They were men dressed in black walking around his mansion holding guns and the same thing happened when we entered his house.

He led me up a flight of stairs and we entered his room. He opened the door for me and made sure I went in first before he came in after.

I didn't want to accept the fact that his room looked really good and spacious. So I went to the couch in his room and sat down.

I always reminded myself that he was the one who killed my mom.

He walked over to me and stood a few inches from me. Then he began undressing right in front of me.

I became alarmed and swallowed hard. “You’re gonna force yourself on me?” I managed to say to Roman.

Then he paused and scoffed in amusement.

“Haven’t you seen my looks, Amore?” He gestured from his head to his toes. “Why would I force myself on a woman when I'm this handsome? I don’t force myself on ladies, Amore. Rather, it's the other way round.”

Of course, he turned out to be narcissistic. He wasn’t even trying to be modest about how handsome he was.

He bent down leaned closer to me like he wanted to kiss me, my heart beat spiked as I closed my eyes and anticipated the feel of his lips on mine.

A part of me was curious to know what it would feel like kissing the renowned and most feared ROMAN MORETTI.

But to my surprise, he stopped when his lips were just half an inch from mine, making me open my eyes. I could feel his breath on my lips.

“Ladies are the ones who want me, Amore. They beg me to f**k them. They all want to have a taste of c**k. And you’re going to do the same soon. So no, I’m not gonna f**k you yet. You’re going to beg for it too,” He smirked.

His gaze lingered on my lips more than it should and then he pulled away from me.

I didn't know where I got the courage to talk back to him but I did. I guess maybe it was because I was again reminded that he killed mom.

I was also tired of being the obedient and quiet girl. I was tired of being told what to do all my life.

So I said to Roman through gritted teeth and looked at him with pure disdain. “I will never want someone who killed my mom and I would never beg you to f**k me either.”

I expected him to slap me or reprimand me for talking back but surprisingly he didn't.

Rather he scoffed in amusement and I could have sworn I saw him smile for a split second.

“We’ll see about that, Amore,” He smirked and continued taking off his clothes.

But I didn't miss the look in his eye when I reminded him that he killed my mom. It was there but just for a split second before it disappeared.

By the time he was done, he was stark naked and my eyes widened when I took in his magnificent body.

He had a lot of tattoos on his chest too but that didn't hide his abs and his V-line. Roman’s physique was perfect.

Now I understood why he said ladies wanted him and begged for him. How could one have both good looks and a good body?

At that moment, my eyes met his c**k, it looked bigger than Rocco’s. Rocco’s c**k always scared me but oddly, Roman’s didn’t.

“Are you done ogling my c**k?” Roman’s voice brought me out of my dazed state.

“I’m not… Ogling,” I defended sharply.

“Your Dad tells me you're still a Virgin,” He said, making my heart start racing again.

I wasn’t surprised that my Dad told him that because my Dad thought I was still a virgin.

Which frankly I should still be if Rocco wasn’t… Rocco.

I became scared that he might kill me or kill my Dad, if he got to have s*x with me and found out I wasn’t a virgin.

Telling him the truth from now on was my best shot at protecting myself and my Dad.

“I’m no longer a Virgin. And please before you get angry at my Dad. He thinks I'm still a Virgin that’s why he told you that. I should still be a Virgin but something unfortunate happened,” I blurted out.

Romans’ facial expressions morphed into one I couldn't explain. “What happened?” he asked as he walked to the bathroom and wrapped a towel around his waist.

I began to stutter, how was I supposed to tell him that Rocco had been forcing himself on me since I was 15?

“You have two seconds to tell me what happened or else I’ll punish your Dad, Amore. This wasn’t what I bargained for so I can do that,” Roman warned.

“My step-brother, Rocco, has been forcing himself on me since I was 15,” I blurted out.

I didn't want him to hurt my Dad. Yes, my Dad had been cruel to me but he was still my Dad.

Roman’s face hardened and I saw his fists clench. “By forcing him on you, you mean rape?” He asked, his jaw clenched.

I hesitated a bit.

“Answer me!” He snapped, making me flinch due to his sudden outburst.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Yes, what?” He asked.

“Yes, Maritò,” I lowered my head and exhaled.

When I raised my head again, he had a stoic look on his face.

“Get changed, Amore. We are going to pay your family a visit,” He turned around and began to walk into the bathroom.

“But you promised not to kill my Dad,” I told him, making him stop.

“Who said anything about killing your Dad or anyone,” He asked me and went into the bathroom.

I didn't want to go with him, but I knew I had no option but to obey, so I stood up and went into the walk-in closet.

To my surprise, he had so many expensive designer clothes there for me already. Was he a pervert? How did he know my exact size?

I got out of my wedding dress which was stained with blood. Then I tied a towel waiting for Roman to come out of the bathroom so I could go in.

While waiting, I decided to sort out the clothes I would wear and at that moment, he came into the walking closet.

His gaze lingered longer on my thighs and I suddenly became so self-aware that I tried to use my hand to cover my exposed thighs.

Then he looked at me. “Go take a shower. I’ll pick out a dress for you,” He said with an air of finality.

I obediently went to the shower. Thankfully, Roman wasn’t in the room when I got out of the bathroom.

I heaved a sigh of relief and walked into the walk-in closet.

When I saw the dress that Roman picked out for me to wear, I was surprised. I thought it would be something exposing.

But it was. It was a short knee-length turtle-necked dress that glimmered. Its sleeves were long.

I looked at the dress for a while and flinched when I suddenly heard Roman’s voice behind me.

“Dresses aren’t meant to be stared at. They are meant to be worn. So why are you staring at the dress like that, Amore?” Roman asked me.

I turned and saw him leaning his shoulders against the door frame of the walk-in closet.

I didn't answer him because I didn't know if my answer would upset him.

“Rule number 4, Amore. Whenever I ask you a question, you must answer me. And it should be a reasonable answer," he added.

“I was thinking you would pick a more revealing dress,” I admitted.

“And let people see what I am only meant to see? No, Amore. Now get dressed and meet me downstairs in 10 minutes.” He turned around and left the room just like that.

I quickly got dressed and went to meet him downstairs and then we went into his car.

The drive to my family’s residence was silent and fast.

Some of Roman’s men even followed us making me wonder what he was up to.

Why did he want to visit my family’s residence in the first place?

*********

When we got there, I rang the doorbell and the door opened almost immediately.

It was my Dad. He had a shocked look when he saw us.

“To what do I owe this visit, Don?” My Dad asked and I noticed his hand holding the door trembled slightly.

“Do I need a reason to come here?” Roman asked with a straight face.

I didn't know why, but his demeanor seemed colder at that moment than when he and I were alone in his room.

“Of course not Don,” My Dad let out a forced and nervous laughter. “We are in-laws now. So, Mi Casa. Su Casa.”

He opened the door wide for us to come in and we went in.

We saw Rocco and his mom descending the stairs and they looked uncomfortable when they saw us.

“Welcome to our home Don,” Isabelle let out a forced smile.

Roman didn't answer. Rather he asked Isabelle. “Mrs Lucchesi, can I use your kitchen?”

Everyone’s brows crease. Use their kitchen? All of a sudden? When we just came in and hadn’t even had a seat yet?

What did he want to use their kitchen for? I wondered but kept quiet, deciding to watch and see the outcome.