Trapped In Two Mafia World

Chapter Two: The Quiet Zone

Tapping my thoughts back into place, I went on with my daily activities. Time moved strangely—slow and fast all at once—until suddenly the day had ended before I even realized it.

I was heading back to my apartment when I ran into him.

Jake.

The polite one.

He stopped in front of me with an ease that felt practiced, as if the world naturally made space for him. “I wanted to apologize,” he said calmly. “On my brother’s behalf.”

I blinked, unsure what to make of that. Apologize? For what exactly? For dragging me into his world? For existing?

“It’s not a problem,” I replied. “Really. It’s okay.”

He studied me for a moment, as though trying to decide something. Then he asked, “Are you in a hurry?”

“No,” I said after a pause.

“What’s your name?”

“Mila,” I answered. “Mila Evans.”

A small smile tugged at his lips. “Nice name.”

“Thank you. And yours?”

“Jake. Jake Grassino.”

Something about hearing his full name out loud sent a quiet warning through me. Still, I nodded. “Nice name too.”

He hesitated, then said, “Would you accompany me somewhere?”

I frowned slightly. “Where?”

“Just… a place,” he replied. “I need someone to talk to.”

The honesty in his voice surprised me. Against my better judgment, I said, “Okay.”

We walked in silence until we reached a secluded part of the program grounds. Hidden from view, wrapped in shadows and low light, it felt untouched—like a secret the school had forgotten.

“This is my quiet zone,” Jake said.

It was dark, yes—but beautifully so. Peaceful in a way that felt dangerous.

He sat down first.

“Come closer,” he said.

I did.

“Sit.”

I looked around. “Where?”

His eyes lifted to mine. “Here.”

Only then did I understand.

On his lap.

My breath caught. I should have refused. I knew I should have. But something in his calm certainty made refusal feel impossible. Slowly, I sat.

He didn’t move. Didn’t rush. Just stayed there, steady beneath me.

I swallowed. “I thought you said you wanted to talk.”

“I am,” he replied quietly. “Just not with words.”

I turned slightly, my heart pounding. We were too close—close enough to feel his warmth, his breath, the tension holding him still. My thoughts scattered, replaced by sensations I didn’t want to acknowledge.The sensation burning through my thighs. I could feel his hands around me.

I shifted, suddenly. “Jake—”

Before I could finish, his hand tightened just enough to stop me from standing.

“I’m not done yet,” he said.

The words weren’t loud. They didn’t need to be.Like there was something else going to happen. Something else was just going to unravel. Even though I felt this is in his hands.

My pulse raced. Something about the way he spoke made it clear—this was control, not force. And that somehow made it more frightening.

He stood, lifting me with him effortlessly before setting me down again, this time facing him as he knelt beneath me like as if surrendering to me,

touching my toes and maintaining a steady eye contact with me.His presence surrounded me. I could feel it everywhere. Next he spread my legs open and rolled his hands from my toe to my thighs slowly I almost let out a moan, but somehow held it in; My eyes drooling in sensations, It felt so good. If this is the way he talks, then no problem. It was so undeniably irresistible. His hands went underneath my gown pulling out my net red underwear my heart sank as he sniffed it and said, “A new scen” was he talking to my underwear I thought but before I could finish he pulled me with his huge arms dragging my legs to his shoulders as his head went into my thighs I could already feel his breath on my c**t as a wet sensation hit me as he dug his tongue into my v****a rubbing my Urethra in a fast pace I moaned out louder he was soo good; suddenly I felt something fill me his fingers but if his fingers could fill me how would he be down there he went on in a fast pace his hands in and out as I nearly let out a scream I just wanted more soo I dropped my legs from his shoulder grabbing his clothes like as if telling him to rise my hand went straight to his belts and then he asked “Are you sure you want it”? Before I could think a nod followed already done opening his trouser. My hands inside and then I felt it.

on bringing it out my both hands couldn’t even rap around it, I went on my knees like as if I just surrendered to him my mouth soo full I couldn’t even reach the end point of his d**k he moaned as I continued in a fast pace his moan gave me satisfaction he held my hair about to take control he gave me a dip throat I wanted to let out a tear of enjoyment, I stood up and his hands went straight into my boobs circulating around my n*****s as he soaked it as if wanting to swallow my boobs in whole my hand still holding his prick I let go rolling my eyes at how good he soaks it and that just made me release the moan that I've been holding in.

When a sudden knock echoed nearby, my nerves snapped. I pulled away, panic rising. “You said no one comes here.”

He didn’t even turn toward the sound.

“Relax,” he murmured.

I tried to step back, but he caught my waist, drawing me close again. His face brushed my cheek, his voice calm and steady as if nothing in the world was wrong.

“Eyes on me, Mila.”

And somehow… that was the most unsettling part,my nerves calmed instantly” My eyes glued to him like the world was all about him and slowly his lips touched mine thinking it’s going to be gentle it went on as if he wanted to swallow my lip whole our tongues engrossed in each other’s mouth

Then suddenly I remembered I had an appointment with Bizz company!!