Mafia Lords: On Their Knees Begging For Her Forgiveness

Chapter Nine

I stumbled a few steps back after seeing Luca break a man’s neck. He looked at me with a deadly stare. Was I a witness to something I shouldn't have seen? Will I be eliminated?

I had lived in Mafia society since my early age, and I knew well that there were some things we shouldn’t see or hear. For the stability and benefits of La Cosa Nostra, anyone could be disposed of.

Didn't they do that to me four years ago? They excluded me from the entire country the moment they felt I was a threat to their reputation. And now, after all these years, they brought me back for their own benefit.

Luca’s merciless gaze as he dug his fingers into the man’s neck and broke it effortlessly, kept replayind in the back of my mind.

I didn't know who shot me or why, but waking up and find myself here in the basement filled my head with negative thoughts. I stared at my surroundings, at the torture cells. I had even lost my sense of directions to find my way back to the room I was in.

At first, when I opened my eyes, I thought I was in a hospital room, but once I stepped out the room, I was faced with offices, weapon storages, and torture cells.

I tried to find my way out, but it was like a maze. Then, when I looked out of the first window, the view opened to the backyard. It was then I realised I was in the basement I had been forbidden to enter in the past. And as I stared out, I saw Luca taking away a man's life.

I stepped back, thinking, ‘Did they put me here to get rid of me, again, but in another way? But I already agreed to the engagement. So, why then?’

‘Angelo...’ I thought of my son. I had left him with the nanny Luca brought to look after him during the party.

‘What will happen to him if they kill me?’ I thought as tears already gathered in my eyes.

I walked dowm the dim corridors, trying to find my way back to the operation room. My body collided into a hard form, and when I raised my head, my gaze met Luca’s cold stare.

“Wah!” I shrieked out in panic, placing my hand over my chest.

Luca c****d a brow. “What? Did you see a ghost?”

Don't fear him! I don't fear him. I. Don't. Fear. Him. Yeah, I don't fear him.

“You killed a man,” I stated the obvious.

He shrugged. “Yes,” he confirmed, taking a step forward, making me retreat. His eyes never left mine.

“And he’s not the first, and won't be the last.” His eyes were hovered over my body, sending a wave of unease through me, which made my mouth dry and my breath in my mouth.

“Are you scared, piccolo gatto?” he questioned, his gaze now on my lips as he moved the cracked watch on his wrist repeatedly. His tone was mocking, as lf he could sense my fear despite my attempts to hide it.

I wondered why he was wearing a cracked watch? Absolutely it wasn't because he couldn't afford the price of fixing it, or even get rid of this Rolex and get a new one.

“Are you, Mila?” he asked again, standing just a few inches from me this time. His voice was low, teasing, yet dangerous at the edge.

I shook my head in denial, though fear gripped me to the core. I knew he hated me, and the cold ruthless way he had taken that man's life with nothing but a deadly stare made me believe Luca had no human feelings.

His lips curled into a side smile. “Come here, kitten!” he said, his tone commanding.

I shook my shoulders in refusal.

“Are you going to kill me now?” I asked, trying to make my voice calm. To my surprise, I saw a hint of amusement flicker across his face.

He took a few more steps forward, and this time, I didn’t move. I kept staring into his dark blue eyes, trying to read something, anything. He stood tall and imposing before me, his body was exuding aura of power and dominance. I lowered my gaze and my eyes landed on his hands, and my thoughts instantly went to the way he killed the man. His fingers were strong, far too strong, and the tattoos covered them seemed to have multiple since the last time I saw him before six years ago..

I swallowed my saliva, my throat was dry as I extended a finger and traced the tatto of a small dagger the started from his middle finger to the top of his hand. “When did you got this tatto? it wasn’t there before.” I asked, but I was met with silence. His gaze unwavering, like steel.

I raised my eyes to met his, and the strange intensity of his stare made my heart skipped a beat. His stare scared me. It was cold, calculating and dangerous. I pulled my hand away. I knew I was playing with fire. The touch of his skin burned me. It was just I couldn’t stop myself.

He grabbed my hand tightly before I could step back. In a sudden motion, he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his solid body. I winced because of the sudden act, and the sharp pain of my waist flared up.

But Luca didn’t seem to care, he even smiled mischivesly on my pain.

Was he enjoying my pain? This thought terrified me even more.

His rough fingers traced the edges of my lips. My heart skipt a beat in anticipation. Our eyes locked.

“Don’t play games with me, Mila. I play hard. You won’t like it,” he mumbled, I didn’t know what was in his mind.

He stared at my lips and bit his lower lip. He let go of me but didnt move. Instead, he placed his hands on the wall behind me, caging me between him and the wall. He whispered, still looking at my lips, “Run, Mila. Run. Or I’ll do what we both don’t want.”

My body wanted to listen to him and run, but I didn’t have the will to. Instead, I stared back at his lips.

He let out a frustration sigh, held my head from the back, and slammed his lips on mine. The moment our lips touched, my brain stopped working. There was nothing soft or gentle about that kiss; it was viciouns, harsh. He didn’t let me interact with him. He sucked on my lips to the point where I couldn’t breathe. There wasn’t any feelings. As if it was a punishment.

Then he bit my lower lip, that I tast blood. I tried to push him off me, but I couldn’t.

Many emotions flooded my mind—his words about how the La Cosa Nostra people thought of me, and somehow, his viciousness reminded me of the night I was raped.

I raised my hands and started scratching his face, but he held both my hands in one of his. The dangerous look in his eyes made the blood in my body freeze.

He whispered in my ear, "I hate you, you know that, right? And you still let me kiss you."

Was this even a kiss?

My eyes widened when he added as he slapped me on my butt, “I wonder if you will let me fck you then!”

I shook my head in disbelief. It was impossible that the monster before me was the man I knew before. The kind and gentle man.

He traced my body with his hand, touching my thighs, as he continued, “How do you like it?”

“Get off me, you asshole.” I struggled to free myself.

“Do you like it when I insult you? Do you like it this way, Mila?” he whispered, lowering the neck of my dress.

I couldn't breathe. Why was he doing this to me? I hated him at this point. The pain in my waist was getting worse, and I think the stitches were coming undone.

Suddenly, the sound of a fire alarm eoched in the place.

Luca clenched his fist and shifted his gaze to the ceiling of the corridor. That was when I noticed the surveillance camera.

Was someone watching us?

Luca grabbed the hem of my dress down and lifted the neck of my dress.

“One piece of advice, Mila. Any time from now on, when you see me, change your path and avoid meeting with me. I can't tell the consequences.” And like that he turned to leave.

“Why?” The question escaped my mouth without thinking.

He paused. “Because I hate seeing your face.”

“Then, why did you bring me back? You're Il Don, so why don't you just let me go? ”

“To humiliate you, Mila. To make your life miserable.”