Her Mafia Husband's Mistress

Chapter Twelve

As the orchestra stopped, his arms remained around me unwilling to let go, and I had found comfort I never thought I was seeking.

The applause of the guests forcefully brought us back to the present, his arms tensed before he reluctantly pulled away.

His strong arms stayed around my waist, and we both grabbed glasses of drink when a waitress approached us.

Marcello paused for some moment before opening his enticing lips to give the finishing remark.

"Amidst the chaos that is our lifestyles, we have found friendship, family, and loyalty. This event is to remind us of the importance of oneness, well, I hope it reminds us we are never alone. We appreciate every single person who is with us. To silence and loyalty", he raised his glass in a toast.

Sometimes I forget the kind of person my husband was; a fearsome person, a force to be reckoned with. He was the infamous Sicilian Don, whom many had heard but little had seen. The supporting force behind Martini Conglomerate. He stood before these people easily dominating the room. His straightened powerful shoulders and his strong legs set apart reminded me of the person he is outside of our marriage.

" Silence and loyalty", they clamored in response. My eyes automatically searched for my parents, but they were not there.

Godfather had probably left since his plan was set in motion. My teeth gritted and I downed the rest of my drink.

I lost count of how many glasses of alcohol I had drank while talking to our guests and exchanging toast. It was beginning to get to me.

I could feel my body heating up from within, or maybe it was his.

I could not understand what Marcello was saying anymore nor could I recognize the faces of the couple we were chatting with. At some point, Marcello had discarded his jacket, he was never a fan of it.

I knew I was getting out of it, and I needed to leave with the little awareness I had left.

This was one of those times my heart was taking a front seat and my brain refused to elicit a flight response. These all too familiar feelings I could never fail to comprehend.

In actual fact I had not thought about it in a while, I prefer pushing it to the back of my mind. It was one of the darkest moments of my life.

Approximately ten years today when one of Godfather's partners visited our home, they wanted to discuss about cooperation they had said. This man had camouflaged his intentions with something Godfather could never reject. Maybe Godfather knew but chose to look away. One minute I was dining with my family next second I was in a warehouse devoid of light and warmth and smelt like death tied in such a way that even my fractured phalanges could not pass through the ropes, it was knotted tight. I knew I was in trouble. I heard the shuffling of someone not quite far from us and I thought I was done with it, the person was trying desperately to reduce their presence.

It didn't take too much time for me to start feeling warm from within, the longer it got, the hotter I got and soon I was trapped in a volcano that was my own body. My stomach lunged and acid rose in my gut. I turned and twisted, but it refused to untie. My body trembled as sweet coated my body.

I knew these feelings, but it was not the first time. I had been drugged.

Heat pulled from my lower body and my breaths came in heavy rapid pants. I curled my body inwards to contain the almost uncontrollable emotion.

I need to think of something else to distract myself, quickly.

I turn to look at the man beside me, starting from his black hair that had been pushed back to the stern brows, his slightly crooked nose bridge, firm, and chiseled jaw to his lips. The way his pink lips moved as he spoke, there was something sensual about it.

This was not what I ought to be thinking about.

Maybe there was something wrong with me, and him. I looked closely at his temple, and I saw the ticking I had missed. The extra force he applied while speaking and his taunt arm muscles around my waist.

This feeling was very familiar, it was something I could never forget.

Between the conversation and several toasts, we had been drugged.

I needed to leave, we needed to leave before we made a fool out of ourselves.

My body tensed at the reminder of the nightmare and acid rose in my throat as I felt an onslaught of headache. My legs trembled unnoticeably and Marcello pulled me closer.

"Baby, are you okay", his mouth by the side of my ear. His breath made goosebumps rise on my neck and his soft hoarse voice was an invitation to commit a sin I was not ready for.

Reflexively I looked up at his lips, they summoned me to press mine against them. Marcello's blue eyes darkened at my action and his hand on my waist gripped harder.

" Baby, " He pulled me back slightly, I did not even notice I was closing up the distance between us.

His eyes narrowed dangerously before he took a deep breath.

He nodded at the concerned couple before us "Thank you for coming, we will retire for the night",

He pulled me away towards the entrance again, his arm almost lifting me off the floor. I was tethering between sanity and insanity.

" We have been drugged", he forced out of gritted teeth, his face a blank canvas.

He should not have said that, he should not have reminded me.

The darkness was not helping, and as a person trained to use darkness as a weapon, this had become a weapon wedged against me. My mouth watered as saliva dripped down my mouth onto the cold floor, but I knew I had to stay awake or the enemy would catch me off guard. So, I grinded my teeth on my lips and I felt no pain as my blood dripped along with saliva. The silence was suffocating, I was losing my sanity. The other times had never been this way, this was excruciating.

The door cringed as it was pushed open and the darkness outside shrouded the image of the person standing. He felt for a socket before pressing a switch. Light reflected all through the room and my eyes struggled to adjust. There stood before me the same man that was welcomed into our home.

His hand ran through his pushed-back hair and a few fell across his forehead. He pulled hard at his hair as his chest heaved heavily. "Don't look at me like that, Dalina",

" How", my voice was low and hoarse with a hint of seductive charm.

"Baby", He warned. He was not able to look my way. My body shuddered, and it was not because of the cold.

He all but dragged me across the garden, and the living room, and by the time we got to the dining room he was carrying me bridal-styled.

I let him, my hands wrapped around his neck and my head at the crook of his neck

" Adalina Sokolov", The man approached me, and could never forget that mole on his nose.

"I have heard so much about you. I just want to satisfy my curiosity", He shrugged as he laughed humorously and I glared hatefully at him.

" Feel free to use anything in the room to relieve yourself", He settled himself on a sofa and grabbed a magazine.

If he meant himself then I would rather have all my vessels ruptured

A sound distracted me and I looked in its direction. There crouched with his hands around his knees in a corner is a boy no more than six with grey eyes and raven hair trembling.

"Nikolai", my voice trembled both in fear and weakness. The moment I called out to him, he snapped out of his reverie and made to come to me

This was what he meant about being free to use anything. The sick bastard. " No", I bellowed in fear, and Nikolai flinched back, his eyes wide with apprehension.

The sound of a door being unlocked pulled me out of a memory I would rather forget.

Marcello strode into the room and kicked the door shut with the back of his heel. That sound seemed to snap me out of it.

What was I doing cuddling with this man?

I tried to pull my hands away and he tightened his around me. "Please", his voice strained.

He gently placed my feet on the rugged floor and dropped to one of his knees to help me get out of my shoes.

This man had squatted in front of Caralina not quite long ago.

He had palmed her face to console her and now he was touching me with that same hands.

He looked up at me from his knees and I saw in those blue eyes profound adoration, but these eyes had looked into my eyes with betrayal, like I was the villain in his love story.

I turned my head away unwilling to look at him any further, unwilling to confirm what I saw.

He gently unstrapped my heels, pulled them off, and then trapped one of my feet in his hands.

He squeezed gently, begging me to see him, even if it was just for tonight