The Mobster. [Mafia Rom-Com]

Calm Your Hot Ass Down.

K A I

Last night after banging the chick at the bar Lorenzo got me the complete history of Camille. Her father Charles Davis was the officer who made his life's mission to destroy my drug-dealing network. I warned him not to mess with me but that pig-head was one stubborn man.

Although I didn't kill him. I didn't have to.

My jaw clenched as I looked at the picture in front of me. That motherfucker had his hand on her thigh and she was totally fine with it. Somehow the thought of her with someone else made my heart clench, which was weird since I had no heart. Getting up from my throne I dialed Monti's number. He is the head of my security system. He picked on the second ring.

"Get everyone in the car and cover the location I am texting you. Do not let anyone enter or leave." Not waiting for his reply I ended the call and typed Camille's address and sent it to him. A dark smile made its way to my face.

"The wait is over, bambino" I darkly chuckled to myself. The door of my office cracked open revealing Ethan- He worked for my father.

"Why in the world have you ordered all the men to cover Cami's house?"

I clenched and unclenched my jaw. He has an annoying habit of sticking his d**k wherever he wants, especially in my stuff.

"First of all her name is Camille." I seethed through my teeth. "Second of all, I don't think you are the boss here."

"But she is Bradon's w***e-"

Picking up the gun in front of me I shot the bastard in the head. Blood pooled out of his forehead and his body collapsed on the ground with a thud. His eyes were wide open from shock.

"No one speaks to me like that."

C A M I

Taking out the key from behind the wall clock I clicked open the storeroom door.

Walking over to the chair I looked at the tied man in front of me, Jason Luke. He knew my parents and he worked for the bastard who killed them.

Picking up the pliers I grabbed him by his hair and forced his head to look at me. His face was covered in bruises, dried blood caked all over his face. It's been days since he got here, days of using him as my punching bag.

Slowly and painfully I ripped his nail from his finger I moved back to see him howl in pain. A smug smile spread on my lips. I loved it when people cry and scream in pain. When they beg for mercy. But I gave none. I have zero mercy and pity for the pigs which kill for fun. Zero. Absolutely zero.

"Now would you mind telling me who you work for?!" He looked me in the eyes and his lips turned into a bloody-horrible smile.

"I live by the code of our mafia. I'll die with the code of the mafia. You ain't getting anything from me b***h!" He spat.

Picking up the electric drill I switched it on.

"Are you sure you wanna die a slow, excruciating death? Blood slowly draining out of your body. Temperature so low that your body could freeze. Or maybe if you tell me what I want I can make it easier for you. Maybe a bullet right in your heart? But you die either way." My voice was calm.

"You b***h-" Not letting him complete his filthy sentence I jabbed the drill in his thigh. His screams filled the soundproof storeroom. Satisfied with the look on his face I left him to die with the rest of the eight bodies lying beside him.

Since my parents died Brandon helped me in finding out who killed them. He is a mafia boss. He told me he was forced to become one. He had power. So he inquired and found out that it was Kai Parker who killed my parents. He even helped me capture these pigs to get some proof but we haven't reached anything.

Locking the door behind me, I walked towards my jacuzzi to take a bath. I glanced across my room to see my towel on the bed. Taking it with me inside I didn't bother to close the bathroom door. Stripping out of my clothes I jumped in the jacuzzi. Letting the warm water erase his filthy blood.

What she didn't see was a dark figure at the corner of her room watching her little stripping show.

K A I

Getting out of my BMW I saw all my SUVs parked around Davis House.

"Boss she's been in the back storeroom for the last ten minutes. She is not aware of our presence." Monti filled me in.

"Tell everyone to wait outside. And nobody touches her in case she tries to escape." Opening her bedroom door I was welcomed by her sweet fragrance. I settled myself on the couch in the corner. I smirked when she came in and didn't even notice me.

So naive.

Not bothering to close the door she started stripping, slowly. My eyes filled with lust. My mouth went dry watching her creamy body revealed as each article of clothing slid off. I could feel my suit pants tighten around the crotch area. She walked into the washroom before I let myself swear under my breath. After half an hour, she came out with a towel wrapped around her smooth, luscious body.

"Hello, sweetheart." My voice carried through the room, seductively deep.

She squealed in shock. I let out a laugh at her high-pitched squeal.

"How- wha- You!" She seemed word stuck.

"Calm your hot ass down, sweetheart."

"How did you come inside? Why are you here? What do you want? You already killed my parents. Are you here to kill me?" She started freaking out. I walked towards her.

Her chest slowly rising, lungs sucking in heavy breaths. I licked my dry lips at the sight of her tempting breasts. She fiddled at her towel making sure to hide her womanhood. Little did she know I have already seen her exquisite, irresistible, and extremely sexy body.

"Firstly nothing is impossible for me, darling. Secondly, I am not here to kill you nor I killed your parents." She relaxed a bit.

"Then why are you here?"

"Business."

"What business?"

"My business."

She rolled her eyes at me. "Last time I checked mister we had no business together. So you can show yourself the f**k out." I should have expected such snarky replies. After all, she is Charles's daughter. But I am not used to tolerating such behavior. I grabbed her by the neck and pushed her up against the wall with enough pressure to leave red marks.

"No one! No one dares to speak to me like that." She flinched seeing the rage in my eyes. I let go of her and she rubbed her hands around her neck.

"What do you want from me?"

"You. Now change into clothes and we are leaving."

"L-leaving?! I am not going anywhere with you." As expected, stubborn.

"That's what you think sweetheart. Unfortunately, I have other plans for you." She glanced around and fixed her eyes on the glass flower pot. Really? Not again. The urge to laugh out loud was there but I needed to scare her so I controlled.

"Try me." My voice was bold enough to make her shudder. The vase slipped out of her hands, breaking into thousands of pieces. She tried running into the hall but with two smooth steps, I caught her wrist rather firmly and pulled her into my chest. Her fragile body crashed into mine.

"There is no escape from me sweetheart," I whispered in her ear. Grasping her by the legs I threw her over my shoulders. She cursed and punched my back with what seemed to be all her might, but actually felt like someone was tapping my back. A cocky smirk made its way to my face when I spanked her sweet ass. Her whole body jerked with shock.

"You did not just do that!" Her voice was low and threatening. I let out a throaty chuckle.

"Oh, yea daddy just did that." Throwing her inside the car I ordered the driver to drive off.