THE MAFIA OBSESSION

Natalie’s POV My bedroom door went flying with a loud bang as Lucien threw me unto the bed. He’s always like this every time a guy tries to talk to me and it’s getting under my skin… “What the heck is wrong with you Lucien? For goodness sakes you’re my stepbrother and why are you so pissed whenever a guy tries to get close to me?” “Natty how blind can you be? Those guys out there are just vultures who play with a girl’s heart and never truly love” “And you should care exactly why?” “Because I promised your mom to look after you” “I told you… to stop f*****g mentioning my mom” “I’m sending everyone home, end of discussion and don’t throw parties like this again. Dad will soon be home and I’m sure you wouldn’t like what he would have to say about your very reckless behavior” “Listen Lucien, I’m not you pet or dog to keep hostage just because your dad is my adoptive father, I can do whatever I wished to do. It’s my life, get that into your f*****g head” I said looking straight at him, and he still looked as cold and heartless as before. For 3 years I’ve been his step sister since my mum and his dad married. After the marriage 1 month later she died, due to careless shooting from the mafia rivals, I always told her for the longest of time never to marry into this family, but she was driven by money and didn’t listen, so she has herself to blame for her death. “Remain here, don’t come downstairs until they are all gone, do you understand?” “I don’t, because you’re not doing any such thing, they are my friends and I say when they leave…” I barely even completed what I was going to say, and he had his large hand wrapped around my neck and pinned me to the wall, his breathing shallow against the crook of my neck “I don’t appreciate it when someone refuses to do what I asked them to do natty, and you are doing just that right now, I’ll say this one last time, you stay here, I go downstairs and send your friends home, understood?” I still refused to give him an answer then he moved his other hand to my waist and grips it tightly “Let go of me asshole” “Change your clothes, I’ll be back by dinner time.” He replied blankly as he let go of my neck and left the room shutting the door behind him, and soon the music downstairs stopped playing, silence followed along as hurried footsteps left the penthouse. Few minutes later he arrived back upstairs and in my room with a tray of pancakes and milk… “Have it…” “Did I ask you to bring me diner?” “Eat!” He said in a deeper tone as he placed the tray on the table close to me, I was so mad because of everything that happened. Then I pushed the tray to the ground shattering it into pieces He smiled slightly then called one of the servants to come clean up the mess. When the servant left, he turned to me with no expression. He walked towards me slowly and that made my heart start to race uncontrollably, I wasn’t sure if he was angry, I didn’t in fact care if he was in the first place, I’ve heard stories from servants around the house that when he gets angry, he gets violent. The closer he gets, the darker his gaze on me, he steps in between my legs while I sat at the edge of the bed. He looked down at me then held my chin up. He finally spoke up “What do you want Natalie?” “You wouldn’t care one bit about what I want! So, get the f**k out of my room, I’m not hungry. Even if I was, I wouldn’t eat anything served by you” “I’ll ask you one last time, what do you want?” “I want that guy who you beat up for just holding my hand to be come back” “And for what exactly?” “What’s your business with my personal life?” I yelled; He smirked before tilting my head up to face him “I know what you want… But your taste is…” He paused for a second before continuing “…bad, I’ll tell the servants to bring more pancakes and you better eat it or else the consequences for disobeying me would be severe. He paused before tightening his grip on my chin and tilting my head higher… “This dress doesn’t look good, change into something longer… it’s an order” “You want to control the way I dress too?” “It’s too short…and revealing, change, don’t make me ask a third time, I don’t appreciate repeating myself, I’m sure you should already know that by now” he shrugged before letting go of my face and straightening his jacket as he left the room He’s such a pain in the ass, he doesn’t want me to be with other guys, he doesn’t talk more than 2 paragraph, speaks in parable, what the f**k does he want? Now he doesn’t like my dress… I laid back down on my bed, staring at the blank ceiling, then at the wall, Celine came in to inform me my dinner was ready, and Lucien was waiting for me at the table, I went downstairs and sat at my regular chair, his father seated at the opposite longer end of the dinner table. There was no discussion going on at the dinner table if it didn’t involve guns, rivals and shooting. That was all the ever talked about, but today seemed rather quiet, and it was nice not hearing any their bullshit. I spun my spaghetti around my fork and had a bite, I looked up to notice Lucien was already staring at me intensely. That creeped me out, and despite being caught red handed he didn’t feel the need to quit it. He was such a freak, I cleared my throat and rounded up my eating, had my water and went back upstairs. I was scrolling on my phone when I heard a sound on my window then I looked up to see someone was throwing rocks at it, I walked slowly towards it to check it out and could this day get any worse. It was my ex. I broke up with him a month ago and I’m pretty sure Lucien made it clear to him never to come back ever again but here he is grinning from ear to ear just because I opened my window, I was indeed surrounded by assholes. I was too busy thinking of how to tell him to leave I didn’t notice someone opened my door until he cleared his throat “Ahem, aren’t you supposed to be in bed by now what are you still doing up so late” I was startled when I heard him speak I shut the blinds before turning to face him. “I didn’t know I needed your permission to sleep too, what do you want now? If you’re here to make my night worse than it is then sorry to say, I’ve had enough for one night” “I didn’t come to start an argument… I came to give you this…” He paused, before opening his hand to reveal a choker necklace with a diamond in the middle… “What’s this for?” “Your birthday passed, and I didn’t give you something, so this is your gift from me “And what if I said I didn’t want it?” “It wasn’t a request” he said coldly before turning me to face the wall and putting the necklace around my neck. Then he turned me back to face him, leaned in slightly and brushed a strand of my hair slightly as his hot breath touched my skin. It sent shivers down my spine, he pulled back quickly and left the room leaving me stunned and confused.