The Mafia Don’s Temptation

CHAPTER EIGHT

MAXIMO

The dining room was still tense as Aria left. Lorenzo looked at me with a mixture of anger and disappointment and I found myself getting angry at the look on his face.

“I don’t understand,” he started, dropping his fork on the table. The cutlery made a high pitched, tinkling sound that reverberated throughout the entire room.

I rubbed my palms together and placed them folded under my jaw.

“What don’t you understand, Lorenzo?” I asked, even though I knew exactly why he was acting the way he was.

Aria’s father killed our youngest brother. And he wasn’t just some random rival. He was our father’s second in command when he committed the act. Although he had already been killed, it was basic knowledge that any offspring of a traitor should be killed as well.

“You’re the don. You’re supposed to lead by example and do what’s right,” he gritted out in a low voice.

I knew my other men were pretending not to listen, but I could tell that they were paying attention to every word Lorenzo was telling me.

“And what do you think I’m doing?” I hissed.

“Oh. I don’t know. But from what we all just saw here, it seems you want to f**k her…”

Anger boiled inside me as I stared at my brother. I was furious because he was right. And I hated it.

“You’re right,” I said, rubbing a finger across my jaw. “I want to have my way with her before I finally kill her.”

Lorenzo looked like he wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut as I continued.

“It baffles me that you’ll question me this way, especially since you know the kind of person I am,” I said, trying to keep my anger out of my voice.

I knew my brother meant well. I didn’t want to unleash my anger on him.

“I know what I am doing,” I finally said.

“Do you?” He asked and I scoffed, offended by what he was insinuating.

“She’s just a f*****g random girl,” I gritted. “Since when have I ever lost brain cells because of some p***y?”

He tried not to show it, but I could see that he knew I was telling the truth. He knew how I was with women. I didn’t do emotions with them. I like women, but just for their bodies and for s*x. I never mixed work with pleasure, and Lorenzo knew damn well that I wouldn’t do that now. Also,I could have every kind of woman I want, so why should I choose to compromise this particular situation?

Lorenzo looked at me for a few more seconds before he finally sighed. I knew the conversation was over.

Now that Aria was gone and the conversation about her was over, I focused back on the food before me and the men I had invited for dinner. We had some important things to talk about, and it was time to do that.

Two of my men who were sitting by my left seemed to be in a heated conversation. As we kept eating, I couldn’t help but overhear bits and pieces of their discussion.

“I get why Scar wants a piece of her first,” one of my men said to the man beside him with laughter in his voice.

“She’s sexy as hell. I hope he passes her around after he’s done with her. That way, we can all have a taste before he finally kills her…”

I turned to look at the man who these words has just escaped his lips. His head was turned away from me as he still spoke to his friend. He was clearly oblivious to the fact that I could hear him. Well, almost everyone in the table could because of how loud his voice was.

But I couldn’t even see clearly anymore. The voices in the room seemed to fade away as the only thing I could focus on was the rage that was simmering inside me.

“It’s Paolo, right?” I asked, my voice a lot more calmer than what was going on inside me.

He stopped what he was saying and slowly turned to look at me.

“Y-yes boss,” he answered and I could clearly see the fear in his eyes. He was probably wondering what he did wrong, or if I had heard what he just said.

I stared at his face for a bit as his words replayed in my head.

Without thinking any further, I whipped out my gun from my waistband and made a clean shot to his shoulder.

“f**k!” He groaned and fell to the ground.

“I don’t pass my women around,” I said.

It was a simple statement, but that sent a warning to every single man who sat in the dining room.

Aria was out of bounds.

The rest of my men stared with their eyes wide open in fear. I calmly put my gun back in my waistband and continued to eat, even though the food now tasted bland in my mouth.

“Just some p***y, huh?” Lorenzo asked and I tried to contain the anger that was still waiting to explode from me.

“Just because you’re my brother doesn’t mean you can question me,” I growled angrily. “I am still your Don.”

My brother didn’t say any other thing after that. Paolo was carried away and dinner continued in tense silence.

After dinner, I stood up and stormed to my room, and for several minutes, I paced around the room whlst tugging my hair roughly in my hand.

I shot one of my men because of a f*****g prisoner.

A growl escaped my lips as I kicked the bedside stool down.

This can’t get out of hand. I need to kill her before she makes me kill one of my men.

With that conviction, I found myself walking out of my room and heading to her room which was at the end of the hall.

I kicked the door open and a pleasant, dark feeling went through my chest as I saw the way she was chained to the bed.

Chained for me.

As I walked closer to her, I took in her beautiful features. A low growl escaped my lips as my thoughts went south.

I need to kill her, not get distracted.

I stepped closer to the bed, and even though her eyes were closed, her breaths became labored.

I smirked as I watched the way her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath she took. I knelt beside her on the bed and circled my itching hand around her small neck. I clenched my jaw as I realized that I liked the way my hand looked and felt around her neck. It was a sick, twisted thought, but I never claimed to be a good person.

I leaned in and brushed my mouth against her ear. She shivered and I smiled.

“I know you’re awake,” I hissed in a low voice.

She waited a bit before she answered.

“I heard a gunshot,” she whispered, her voice affecting me in ways it shouldn’t.

“Who did you kill?” She asked in a shaky voice. I wanted to assume that it was because of the cold, but I knew better.

She was scared of me. Even though she tried so hard not to show it, my little spitfire was terrified of me.

“One of my men,” I found myself answering.

She swallowed and I chuckled harshly. “Relax. I didn’t kill him…”

“But you shot him,” she whispered and I nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Why?” She asked and I felt myself getting angry again. I almost laughed at the irony of the situation.

What should I tell her? That I shot one of my men because he made a lewd comment about her? That didn’t seem like what a normal captor would do.

“He said something he shouldn’t have said,” I answered instead.

Just then, she opened her eyes, and even in the dark room, I could see a glint in them as she looked into mine.

“So, why haven’t you killed me yet?” She asked, looking right into my eyeballs.

Even though I should be, a macho part of me was glad that she still had that spark in her.

“I have said a lot of things I shouldn’t have,” her soft voice rang out in the room.

I smirked and I watched her eyes stare at my lips for a few seconds before coming back to my eyes.

I scoffed and swiftly brought my gun from where it was.

“You’re right,” I growled, pressing the gun barrel by the side of her head.

“I should kill you.”