The Mafioso's Wrath

CHAP 10

Three distinct knocks on the door caught my attention, interrupting me from cleaning my gun. Without looking up, I sensed Claudio's entrance as he walked inside my office and offered a slight bow. Though he hadn't uttered a word, the subtle shifts in his gaze foretold his imminent message.

"She tried to escape again," I stated, then put the gun on my desk.

He bowed down even more, not even bothering to answer me. It's been nearly a week since I confined Irrah within the mansion's walls. Despite her sporadic attempts to flee, she's easily caught by my men before she can even breach the threshold of the living room. It baffles me why she persists in such futile efforts, knowing full well she cannot outmaneuver me; she can never escape me. Death was the only way to get her out of my grasp.

I sighed and slowly stood up from my seat. "Where is she?" I asked emotionlessly.

Claudio's eyes widened, a momentary pause hanging in the air as he absorbed my words. Over the past few days, I didn't care about her or the events unfolding within the mansion. My sole focus was fixated on ensuring my captive remained securely confined. Hence, as I inquired about her now, his stunned response spoke volumes.

"Your men brought her back to the room, my lord," Claudio politely responded to me when he recovered.

Once more, I left my office in silence, striding down the hall toward the room where she was. Despite the distance, her screams pierced the air, causing my jaw to tighten as I walked forward.

"Let me go!" She banged the door repeatedly. "What a fool you are. I said I'm not going to run away. I just want to stroll around!"

My two men guarding the outside of the room immediately bowed when I arrived in front of it.

"What now?! Open it!" she shouted again from inside.

The room she used was closed from the outside, so she couldn't just go out. She also can't escape from the window because I also have staff scattered around. Besides that, the floor is high, and there's nothing she can step on if she does her stupidity.

"Leave," I sparingly ordered the two, which they immediately obeyed.

"If you don't want to let me out, please just call your bug boss! I thought he kidnapped me. Why doesn't he show himself again? After fvcking me as long as he wanted, he'll just ignore me—"

What she wanted to say was left up in the air when I opened the door. Her crimson face greeted me with annoyance that quickly changed to surprise when our eyes met. Her mouth opened slightly.

"Go to your bed and fvcking sit," I said coldly.

She blinked a few times, still staring at me. "Y-You... why did you come just now—"

Once more, her words halted abruptly as my hand swiftly found her neck, pressing her against the wall with force. My cold, piercing gaze locked on her.

"Do you know what I hate the most?" I uttered with a dark intensity. "It's when someone doesn't obey my orders immediately."

She clenched her eyes shut, gripping my hand tighter as I applied pressure to her neck.

"I-It hurts . . ." she barely managed to say.

"And you'll keep getting hurt if you don't stop what you're doing." I coldly warned, releasing my grip abruptly, causing her to collapse to the ground.

She coughed violently, gasping for air as she regained her breath. "You're so cruel," she muttered, tears welling in her eyes as anger flickered within them.

I scoffed.

Did anyone tell her that I am kind?

I proceeded past her, making my way to the couch within the room. As I settled in, I redirected my gaze toward her. She remained on the floor, clutching her neck in an attempt to ease the pressure I had caused. Her eyes fixed on me with a fierce glare.

"So tell me, what are you scheming this time?" I bent slightly, placed my elbows on my knees, and then folded my hands.

I saw her jaw clench and stood up bravely. She quickly walked in front of me, causing me to look up at her without any emotion.

The veins in her neck almost burst."Let me go out!" she grumbled. "I'm not going to run away. I just want to walk around; I'm getting bored in this room!"

I found myself instinctively licking my bottom lip, accompanied by a chilly laugh escaping my lips. Nonchalantly, I released my clasped hands and casually leaned back on the sofa, all while she awaited my response. My gaze lingered on her with a mocking undertone.

"You seem to have forgotten your place in this house, Irrah," I remarked, shaking my head in disbelief. "Last time I checked, you don't hold the authority to make demands . . . and let's also not overlook the fact that you're still drawing breath right now because I generously granted your request for more time to decide."

Silence prevailed in the room after I said that. I slowly left my seat. She swallowed and started to turn pale when I narrowed the distance between us. I held her chin and raised her averted gaze to me.

"Who's Iyyah?" I asked coldly when I caught her gaze.

Her mouth fell open. "How did you know—"

She was cut off again and groaned loudly when I firmly held her jaw. "I am asking you a question, Irrah. What I need from you is an answer," I warned sharply.

Tears began to well up in her eyes. "S-She's my twin sister," she rasped in fear.

"Where is she?" was my next question.

"S-She's dead. It's been a long time," she answered, making me laugh.

I tightened my grip on her jaw. "Where is she?" I repeated in a deeper voice, threatening.

"I said she's dead. She died in a car accident," she answered more clearly.

"Do you think I'll believe that?" I sneered.

Her strength seemed to surge after my words. She reached for my hand, giving it a firm shake before fixing me with an intense gaze. "Why bother asking when you're just going to doubt whatever I say?" she exclaimed, her pent-up emotions now breaking free, cascading down her cheeks. "I've already told you, I have no idea who you are! I'm not the person you're searching for! My sister is gone! Why can't you stick those in your head?"

I didn't speak. I just stared at her intently.

"Iyyah is my younger sister, my twin. When my parents took me to Italy, it was to transfer my sister's heart to me! She's already dead! I spent two years recovering there, unable to go out, unable to move properly. I've only been free for a year; I've only been able to do the things I want to do for a year, and then I end up in this situation?" She laughed emptily and wiped her cheek. "So tell me, during those years, how can I know you? How can I harm you?"

I secretly clenched my fist. Even though her story matches the information gathered by my men, I can't believe it. I tried to calm myself down and fought her gaze without emotion.

"Lie down on the bed," I said coldly, despite what she said.

"What? Your lust really attacked you now?" she said in disbelief.

I stared at her intently, and instead of repeating what I said, I violently pulled her away. I ripped the clothes she was wearing as well as the rest of her cover, then made her bend on the sofa.

"Open your fvcking legs, Irrah!" I shouted as my hand slapped her butt cheek.

I could clearly see how it flushed red from the impact of my strike. As she obeyed my command, I unzipped my shorts, freeing myself. With a rough grip, I seized her chest, squeezing without care as I entered her slowly.

You made this fvcking deal; now bear with it.

She muffled a groan as her hands fisted on the couch. I went in and out recklessly, thrusting myself deeply inside her even though I had no more to reach. I wasn't satisfied with that; I brought my hand to her neck and pulled her up by her throat.

"Ahh! You're too deep... hmmmngh!" She closed her eyes and moaned while catching her breath.

I continued to thrust relentlessly, channeling my fury into each movement, while my hand maintained its grip around her throat. The sound of our bodies alone and her grunts mixed throughout the room. I brought one of my hands to her chest again, and I squeezed it firmly while bringing my mouth to her ear.

"I understand that advanced technology and medications can now remove surgical marks," I said in the middle of my violent thrusts.

"Hmmngh! Ahh... please! I'm... I'm near... hmmngh!" Her words interrupted every time I go inside her.

"But what I'm struggling to comprehend is how my name fvcking ended up permanently inked on your skin," I said coldly, and I buried my shaft deeply inside her as we both reached our peak.

I didn't hear her moan. Despite the trembling of her legs and the resistance of her eyes to roll, her shock prevailed as she turned her gaze to me. I tightened my grip on her neck. I could feel our heat gushing out and flowing down my c**k, but I remained in my place, not breaking my stare at her.

"Y-You're Thyro?" she mumbled in disbelief.

"Still going to pretend, little fox?" I eyed her darkly as my hand reached her tats.

She closed her eyes tightly when I harshly squeezed that part of her. "How can you explain this fvcking thing, Irrah?"