Mafia's Obsession

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“Silence,” he ordered as he rose from his seat and approached Julia who was still on the floor.

When he got close to her, he bent down on one knee and brought his face close to her. The young lady, still repulsed by what she had just witnessed, shifted her face back, her heart thudding so fast.

He paused abruptly, chuckled, and then picked her up off the ground and pinned her against the wall. The people watched with interest.

With one hand, he held her two hands up tightly and forced a kiss on her lips. She attempted to struggle, but Don's grasp on her was too powerful. With his other hand, he slipped inside her blouse and fondled her breasts.

Julia could feel her heart trying to push itself out of its ribcage. She was quivering with every touch and stroke.

Suddenly his hand slipped down to her skirt, it passed through the band and into her panties, slipping a finger into her, “Hmm, still tight.” he whispered before coming to a stop.

“Get her to change into some pretty lingerie, I would need her to entertain me tonight.” He announced it to one of the girls, Brittany.

“I would do no such thing,” Julia blurted out while fixing herself. She can't believe she just let a man do how he wants with her.

Don came to a halt in his tracks, taken aback by her comments.

“Don't hit her, I wouldn't want to see a mark on her pretty skin plus she is quite special.” He gestured to Marcello.

“You've really got some nerve,” He remarked coldly, "But let me remind you that you are mine now, and the more you learn to keep your mouth shut, the simpler your life here will be. Now be a good girl and come make me happy.”

As she was being escorted out, one of his men from outside approached him, “Mr. Martin would like to speak with you.”

Don's face hardened. “Marcello,” he called out to his personal assistant, “Tell Brittany to put a halt to the dressing. Something important just c“Brittany brought Julia to a room, it was huge and aesthetically pleasing in comparison to the house she and her mother lived in. She felt as if it had been deliberately designed for her, but that thought alone was horrifying.

A minute later, someone knocked on the door and peered inside. It was Marcello. He signaled to Brittany who walked out with him.

A few seconds later, she returned to the room and approached where Julia was standing.

“You're quite lucky on your first day,” She started then threw her hands round the room, “This would be your room.”

Julia shot her a look, “Why am I lucky?”

The brunette looked at Julia, then laughed softly, “If you want to survive here like the other bitches, you need to tone your character down. All these shits you're displaying won't get you anywhere,” She paused, then added, “Don Rossini is the boss here and he gets whatever he wants, the earlier you learn that, the better it would be for you.”

Julia said nothing. She knew Brittany was right, judging from what she had seen, he could end her life if she acted drastically.

“You still haven't answered my question.” She blurted out.

Brittany, who was about to leave, turned and scoffed.

“Something important came up, so the boss wouldn't be needing you for now.”

Julia heaved a sigh of relief.

“That doesn't mean he wouldn't still f**k you.” She smirked and walked out.

***

“What are you doing here?” Don fired as he sat down and lit a cigar.

Martin, his supposed step-brother was still the same, all smiley. This annoys Don a lot.

“Shouldn't you at least start with a greeting, Donatello?” Martin asked with a smile. Don rolled his eyes. He hates when he calls his full name, but he chose to ignore it this time.

“You know it has really been long since I traveled to the States, so I decided to fly back and surprise you.” Martin said as he took a stroll round the office.

Puffing out the smoke from his mouth, Don said, “Your surprise was pathetic and you are not welcome here.”

His step-brother let out a laugh as he took his place on the couch.

“I know you hate to see my face after our father's death but we have a problem at hand and I have come to forge an alliance with you.”

Don puffed out another smoke from his mouth, “Forge alliance against who? Do you think I would help you with whatever mischief you're up to?” He asked coldly.

Martin sat up straight, “I have known you to be the cold-hearted brother–”

“–step-brother.” Don corrected, nonchalantly.