The Mafia's Grave Mistake

Chapter Four

CH4

Carolina's POV

He raised his face slowly until it was fully in my view. My trembling hand covered my open lips. I stared at him with dread in my eyes. He had the cruedest look I had ever seen.

Roughened up from years of suffering. His eyes were like switchblades and his lips pursed in a predatory way that made my skin crawl. But then, even at that I couldn't ignore one very outstanding detail. He was handsome. Smoking hot. Every inch of his ripped features and his chiseled jawline made him look almost delicious. In different circumstances, my n*****s might have hardened because of him.

I yelped.

The darkness suddenly seemed to add an extra spice of gloom as my body shivered twice as much. Right now I couldn't tell what was scarier, that a deadly devilishly handsome man has me hostage or that I still have no idea who he is.

“Why aren't you reacting?” He asked, his baritone voice tearing away my dark reverie.

I kept quiet.

His hand jammed against the bed with anger. I scurried away as fast as I could, my hand on my heart.

“I don't know you. I don't recognize you. What do you want me to say when I have no idea who you are!” I yelled, tears streaming down freely. Horror sprawled all over my face like smudged cake.

“My name was Michael. Still doesn't ring a bell?”

I shook my head in negation.

“Alright then.” He reached out for my hand on my chest. I let him take it freely. He pulled me close to him, then he whispered into my ear.

“No one calls me Michael anymore. I go by a different name now. You know what that is, fake Zylaria?”

I bit down hard on my lips.

“It's Enzo Alessio.”

Shock hit me like a moving bus. My heart sank and my jaw dropped. For a moment, it seemed as though all the fear in the world crawled in through the window and curled around my heart. My lungs failed me and I froze, breathless.

‘Oh God no. No.’

“I can smell your fear.” He bit my ear a little and then chuckled.

“You know-” he said, looking me right in the eyes. “I don't make mistakes. What it seems to me is that you have chosen to continue playing dumb. Go ahead then. It doesn't change the fact that I… will break you.”

His fingers crawled over my wounded arm and… he pressed down into the bullet hole.

“Ah!!” I gripped his hand, but I couldn't pry it off. He dug his thumb deeper, unfazed by my crying, my clawing and the blood drenching the bandage.

“This is just the beginning. I've had a lot of time to plan what I will do to you. How I will break you.” His grip eased a little, I gasped, my eyes soaked in tears and my cheeks wet.

“From today. You will become my slave. You will do everything I tell you. Satisfy me anyway I want. You seem to like s*x so much. Back then that was all you could think of hurting me with. Well then, this time around I will make sure your s****l little life becomes a living nightmare.” He grinned.

My teeth clattered against each other. I forced back the shock wave of pain enveloping my mind. My eyes held his. Before I was trying to reason with him but no more. Whatever he was on, he wouldn't come off it anytime soon. I wasn't going to die in the hands of the same man I was supposed to investigate. Most importantly, not in the way his sick mind has planned.

“You can't break me, Enzo.”

He ingrained his finger into my wound again. Twice deeper this time. His eyes were dark and his face didn't flinch. I screamed and I pulled his hand, my blood drenching my clothes. He didn't stop. He didn't let go. He just pressed harder until my mind was torn into bits by pain and I didn't realize it when I said.

“I’ll do it!! I’ll be anything!! Please just stop!! Please!!”

He let go. I hunched forward, holding my shoulder with sore difficulty. The blood all over my clothes and the sheets. I groaned, biting back the pain that didn't stop getting worse.

“See, we are making progress. Now, lean back for me, Zylaria.”

I shut my eyes, grit my teeth and leaned back slowly on the bed. I felt his lips lick my neck and his mouth sucked on it. His hands played around my legs, gliding up slowly, going under my gown. He caressed my inner thigh. I bit down hard, hot tears burning my eyes.

Then he let his fingers poke at my cunt a few times and then they slipped away. I gulped, praying it was over. He was still sucking away on my neck then he stopped.

I heard him whisper. “You’ve gotten sexier. Every bit of you is ravaging. I want to put my tongue in a few wet places and I want you to swallow my d**k while I…” his two hands gripped my breasts.

My eyes shot open immediately. His face was right in front of me. My lips quivered as I muttered.

“Please stop. Enzo please stop. Please, I beg you.”

He clicked his tongue and gently placed his head on my shoulder. He squeezed my breasts and I gasped. He let his hands massage them gently.

“This is only the beginning, Zylaria. I will abuse you, test you apart and dump you like the Filth you are.*

Tears welled up and dripped down. I clenched my fist. I wanted to be strong but I didn't know how long I could. Enzo Alessio is a lunatic. He will r**e me here and now if he wants to.

I heard a sniffing sound. Like a dog. His nose was twitching. There was this scent in the air. I smelt it too. But I didn't recognize it. Enzo’s hands slipped off me immediately. He pulled away. A twisted look of disgust in his face and eyes darted at me.

“What did you do? What the hell did you do?!”

I flinched. “Nothing I swear. Nothing.”

I spurn around, his temper boiling up and spilling over. He crossed the door and slammed it shut.