Tamed By The Mafia King

First Lesson (1)

CADEN

"The Irish Mob are making moves." Riccio muttered, leaning forward as his fingers tapped against the table impatiently. "Word is, they are trying to forge alliance with the Yakuza. If that happens, they'd be untouchable."

Carlo scoffed, shaking the whiskey glass in his hands lightly. "We have a good relationship with the Yakuza; they respect loyalty. They won't cross us."

"Loyalty?" Riccio shook his head in disbelief. "Loyalty lasts as long as the best offer. The Irish are cunning bastards. They'd find a way to make it worth their while."

I leaned back in my chair, swirling the merlot in my glass before taking a slow sip, watching the cowards I call my men, argue like frightened children.

"Boss, why are you not saying anything?" Leone, my right-hand man, asked as I exhaled a plume of cigarette smoke.

"Because this meeting is a complete waste of time," I sat up, slamming my glass onto the table in annoyance.

"If the Irish want a war, we will give them one. Whether the Yakuza decides to switch sides is none of our concern. We, the II Trono Nero, don't back out from a fight. We'd fight and win. We always do," I hissed.

"Yes, boss!" They muttered like a bunch of schoolboys caught in a scolding.

Pathetic.

One of these days, I'll replace these men with someone capable. Someone who actually knows what to do without me giving out instructions every damn minute like I am babysitting children.

"Boss, I think we have something more important to worry about," Leone whispered. At the same time, my phone began to beep. It was an intrusion alarm.

Instinctively, my men reached for their guns at the sounds of the alarm, but it was something else that grabbed my attention— someone.

My blood ran hot. It's not out of fear or anger, but something I couldn't f*****g name.

"You've got to be kidding me," I sneered under my breath.

"Is it the Irish? They won't get out of here alive," Carlo growled, c*****g his gun.

Before I could answer, one of the guards came rushing in with a pale face, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Boss, the girl is missing—"

I let his word hung in the air, my eyes locked on my phone screen, as I watched the way the very girl waltzed through my domain like she owned the damn place.

Bold. Careless. Stupid.

"You had one job."

"I'm sorry, sir, she's just..."

Before he could finish his words, I shot him right on his ankle, making him fall on his face.

"Ugh!!!" He whimpered in pain.

The room fell silent as their gazes moved from the phone in my hand to the guard groaning in pain on the floor.

I could see them doing the math. The alarm wasn't because of the enemy invasion. It was because of her.

"Boss, that room..."

The sound of my seat screeching against the marble floor cut Leone off as I rose to my feet.

"If I were you, I'd start praying to my star that she's just a stray cat wandering aimlessly."

I kicked the guard out of my way before storming over to the room. I clearly stated no one was allowed to enter.

I pushed the door open, eager to teach her an unforgettable lesson, but what I wasn't expecting to see was a stunning woman standing right in front of me.

She looked... breathtaking in the red dress. I thought I've seen it all, but the camera hadn't done her justice. The way the fabric clung to her, showing off her pretty long legs and her cleavage... for a moment, I wondered what it'd feel like to have them wrapped around my waist.

She jumped as if she was caught doing something ungodly, and I couldn't blame her.

The way her long black hair fell on her shoulder as she turned around swiftly was mesmerizing, and whoever told her to wear the red dress did a f*****g great job.

She was perfect.

"You're not here to worship her but to teach her a f*****g lesson," my subconscious scolded.

Even if that was true, I wouldn't mind drinking her beauty just for another second.

"The f**k are you doing here?" I barked.

I didn't miss how her eyes searched the room frantically, as if she was searching for something... anything, to protect herself.

I chuckled at her reaction. Everything in this room was exactly where I left it. What could she possibly take that I wouldn't already know about?

Despite the fear that was written all over her face, she didn't flinch.

She met my gaze head-up, something half of my men wouldn't even dare to do. Her eyes flashed with hatred, anger and something I couldn't decipher.

God help me, I admire it.

"I asked a question," I raised my voice, waiting to see the same effect it usually has on others.

"One that should be directed to your men," she spat.

The audacity. The sheer f*****g nerve.

I strode towards her, towering over her. "You think this is a game?" My voice came out colder than I intended, but she didn't answer.

I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at me. Her breath hitched, and I didn't miss the way her pulse quickened beneath my fingers.

She was scared. As she should be.

"You just signed your death warrant, sweetheart. Nobody walks out of this room alive," I whispered in her ear, and f**k! The smell of her shampoo made my c**k twitch. It's f*****g intoxicating.

"Yet," her voice came out barely as a whisper. "No one has come out of this room yet," she corrected.

The way she was trembling while trying to maintain her confidence is crazy. It's f*****g admirable. It's a trait most men don't even possess, especially when I am involved.

I guess this was why I took interest in her in the first place. She's the only one interesting enough to amuse or provoke me.

Unfortunately for her, that could also lead to her sudden death.

My grip tightened around her chin, and she swallowed hard. "You're either the bravest person alive or the dumbest," I whispered, my thumb grazing her cheeks.

"Maybe both," she murmured.

She's challenging me.

A jaw ticked, rage and something dangerously close to amusement rose in my chest.

Nobody challenges me.

On a good day, I'd have slit my blade down their throat, but I am going to enjoy tormenting this one here in a different way.

My gaze dropped to her lips, the way they parted ever so slightly as she caught her breath.

She was waiting for it. The blade, the gun, the scream. Heck, the entire house was waiting for it. They’d heard the alarm. They knew someone stepped out of line.

They must have been expecting blood, and I never disappointed.

But not tonight.

I stepped in closer until her back met the wall. My hand came up, pressing flat beside her head, boxing her in without touching her. Her eyes widened slightly, the fear was still there.

“You think I should kill you?” I asked, my voice low. “That's what you're waiting for?”

"You'd be doing me a favor," she spat out.