The Mafia’s Broken Bride

CHAPTER 5–CAUGHT

ELENA

Papà had made it clear, we were expected at tonight’s dinner meeting. I would have protested, but I knew better. No one went against his word.

“Do you have any idea who they are?” I asked Alessia as we stood side by side in the bathroom, getting ready.

She shook her head. “No clue. But whoever he is, papà doesn’t want us screwing this up. This might be our only chance at survival.”

“Hmm. I still don’t want to be there. I’d rather be watching TV. These meetings bore me to death.”

“We don’t have a choice, Lena.” Alessia shot me a look. “Now let’s go." Everyone’s already gathered.”

With a sigh, I followed her out. But as we approached the dining hall, I stopped mid-step. My breath hitched, my pulse spiking in an instant. Alessia turned, brows furrowed.

“Something wrong?”

“I’m in big trouble,” I muttered through clenched teeth.

The man seated at the table, the one my Papà wanted to strike a deal with, was none other than my one-night stand.

Panic clawed at my chest. Did they know about us? Was that why we were here? Was this whole dinner just an elaborate setup to expose me?

Alessia followed my gaze, and the moment realization dawned, her jaw tightened. Slowly, she turned back to me.

“You have the worst f*****g karma,” she whispered. Don’t make it obvious. You can’t let him know he affects you.”

“But he does affect me,” I snapped back.

“Then don’t show it,” she hissed.

I inhaled deeply, gathering what little courage I had left, and forced my feet to move.

My bad luck continued. I was seated directly across from him.

Papà introduced us, and I plastered on a smile, pretending I wanted to be nowhere else but here.

“You have such beautiful daughters,” he mused, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Never seen them around. Almost like you’ve been keeping them hidden.”

My sharp glare warned him to drop it, but something told me he wasn’t the kind of man who played by others’ rules.

Dinner commenced, but I barely tasted the food. The conversation blurred into the background as I remained acutely aware of his presence across from me. Every glance, every subtle smirk made my skin prickle with frustration. And something else I wasn’t willing to name.

The meeting wasn’t going well; that much was clear from the displeased look on Father’s face.

“What a small world,” Alessia murmured beside me.

I followed her gaze. Lorenzo. Her secret lover.

“Who would have thought my man worked under him?” she muttered.

I shook my head. “Tell me about it.”

Alessia had been sneaking around with Lorenzo for five months now risky, considering relationships like theirs were forbidden. Heiresses weren’t supposed to lower themselves. She was playing with fire, and she knew it. But she didn’t care.

“You’re practically eye-f*****g him,” I deadpanned. “Get a room or something.”

I turned my attention back to him, only to find his eyes already on me.

I needed to get out of here.

Pushing back my chair, I excused myself, claiming I needed the restroom. But really, I just needed air.

Stepping outside to the back of the house, I leaned against the wall and pulled out a cigarette. I hesitated. Papà didn’t know I smoked. And tonight was already bad enough. With a sigh, I shoved it back into the pack.

I just wanted this night to end.

“Running away again?”

The deep voice sent a shiver down my spine.

I turned slowly.

He stood there, watching me with that infuriatingly smug expression.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice carefully measured.

He took a step forward. “I should be asking you that. Shouldn’t you be at the table?”

“I mean here, in my house. Did you follow me?”

“I’ll admit, I looked for you. But seeing you here? That was just… luck.”

“Why were you looking for me?”

His gaze darkened. “Because you left. And no one ever leaves me.”

I swallowed hard. “That’s your problem. Can we just pretend it never happened? The last thing I need is for my Papà to find out.”

“Why?” He moved closer, until my back met the wall.

“You don’t want him to know his sweet little daughter has secrets?” His voice dropped, teasing and dangerous. “That she took my c**k so well in her mouth?”

I flinched. “Stop it,” I hissed, darting a glance around. If anyone heard him

“What will you do to make me keep quiet?”

I met his gaze, forcing myself to stay firm. “I’ll do anything. Just leave me alone.”

A slow smirk curved his lips. “Instead of talking, why don’t you put that pretty mouth to good use?”

I stiffened. “I can’t do that.”

“That night was a mistake. I’m not doing it again.”

His fingers grazed my wrist, trailing upward until he pinned my hands against the wall.

“But it wasn’t a mistake for me,” he murmured. “All week, all I’ve thought about is you.” His breath ghosted over my skin. “I want to f**k you so badly, I can’t think straight.”

His words hit me hard and I felt my n*****s harden. This was not the right time for this. He seemed to notice it because he reached for it and pinched it a moan escaping from my mouth.

“You like this, hmm?” he asked as he dragged his hands over them, then down until he was at the band of my shorts.

“Don’t”

But he did anyway.

His hands traced the fabrics of my panties, which were soaked wet.

“You said you didn’t want this but your body says otherwise”

He pushed my panties aside.

“Open up for me”

And so I did.

“His fingers brushed against my c**t and I sucked in a breath. He started fingering me slowly, and I fought the urge to let out a loud moan.

This was wrong. My family was just over there and here I was getting finger f****d by a man i should hate.

He pushed one finger inside me and then the second one, and he continuously f****d me until I felt the orgasm building up. I came with a loud cry.

After he was done, he looked deep into my eyes, brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them then with one last look he left me there panting heavily.