His Untold Desire

Chapter 3

Zeus strode into the dimly lit rear chamber of the Italian mafia headquarters, his rage visible in his eyes. As he swept the room, his fist gripped around the handle of his gold-plated cane, and he took in the stern expressions of his top lieutenants. When he walked in, they all gazed up at him, some with terror in their eyes.

"Someone's going to pay for what occurred last night," Zeus muttered, his voice low and threatening. "I can't believe I was ambushed in such a way."

He slapped his fist on the table, rattling a few glasses. His lieutenants exchanged anxious glances, none of them willing to be the first to speak.

Finally, one of them, a little man with slicked-back hair and a pencil-thin mustache, moved forward. "Boss, we still don't know who did it. "We're currently looking into it."

"I don't care if you have to flip this city," Zeus growled. "Find out who was behind the attack and hold them accountable." "I'd like to have their heads on a tray."

His subordinates nodded, but Zeus could tell they were nervous. He didn't hold it against them. The attack on the ball had been audacious, and the fact that it had been carried out in his home territory had dealt a significant blow to his ego.

"I trusted that son of a b***h," Zeus grumbled, remembering his close confidant who had organized the ball. "He assured me we didn't need personal security. He said that it would be a display of weakness."

He walked back and forth, his mind whirling with ideas of vengeance. He couldn't let this attack go unpunished. He had to send a message to everyone who dared to cross him.

"Bring me a list of all the big players in this city," Zeus instructed his lieutenants. "I'd want to know who's on my side and who's against me. And make sure they understand what happens to those who cross me."

His lieutenants nodded, jotting notes in their notebooks. Zeus knew they were devoted to him, yet he couldn't help but wonder. After all, if his close ally had deceived him, who would he trust?

When he departed the room, Zeus made a mental note to keep a closer eye on his subordinates. He couldn't afford to let his guard down for even a second. The attack on the ball had served as a wake-up call, a warning that even the city's most powerful man was not indestructible. Zeus, on the other hand, was adamant about winning no matter what.

As Zeus walked through the halls of the headquarters, his thoughts were pulled towards the attractive doctor who had treated him after the attack. He couldn't get her out of his head. For the first time in years, her warm touch and calming words calmed him down and made him feel vulnerable.

"Enzo," Zeus murmured to his right-hand man, who had been silently following him. "I want you to find out all you can about Dr. Evelyn. Her full name, address, and place of employment are all disclosed."

Enzo raised an eyebrow, curious about his boss's sudden interest in the doctor. "Think about it, boss."

Zeus leaned back in his chair, his thoughts racing with Evelyn's memories. Zeus couldn't help but wonder who she was and what her story was. He'd seen a lot of ladies in his time, but there was something about her that was unique. It may have been her demeanor or the fact that she seemed so out of place in his world of crime and violence. He couldn't remember the last time he was so taken with a woman. Yet he knew he couldn't relax his guard, not even for a beautiful doctor. He was aware that he could have any woman he desired, but Evelyn had aroused his attention.

He leaned forward in his chair, already plotting his next move. That would be a difficult task, but he was up for it. After all, whenever Zeus set his mind on something, he always got what he wanted.

MEANWHILE.....

Evelyn spent the following three days attempting to forget her meeting with Zeus. She poured herself into her job at the hospital, attempting to divert her attention away from her worries. Yet no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get rid of the sense that she was being watched.

She began receiving anonymous phone calls, and when she responded, no one was at the other end of the line. She discovered weird gifts with no return address put on her porch. Someone attempted to get her attention, but she couldn't figure out who it was.

She received a parcel with a letter inside one day. "Dear Evelyn," the note began. I understand your fear, but I want you to know that I will defend you. Consider what I can provide."

It was simply signed, "Z."

As she read the message, Evelyn's heart skipped a beat. She recognized it as Zeus's, and the notion of his watching her every step made her anxious. Evelyn was first concerned about how Zeus found out about her flat, but then she realized that he was a mafia leader—and not just any mob boss, but the most powerful on the planet. She wanted to discard the message, but something compelled her to keep it.

Evelyn's life returned to normal as the days turned into weeks. She went back to work at the hospital, where she treated patients and saved lives. But she would occasionally catch a glimpse of someone observing her from the shadows. She couldn't tell if it was just her imagination or if she was being followed. She attempted to dismiss it all, telling herself that it was all in her head, but the sensation of dread persisted. She began securing her doors and windows and even reported the bizarre incidents to the police. They rejected her as neurotic and advised her to be cautious. She didn't inform Venessa since she didn't want her to be concerned. Yet the persistent anxiety was making her feel uneasy. That disrupts her typical routine.

Despite her best efforts, the unexplained parcels and anonymous phone calls continued to arrive, making it difficult to go on. Then, while she was getting ready for bed one night, she heard a faint sound outside her flat. She froze and listened closely. She could hear footsteps approaching her door as the sound became louder. Her pulse was racing as she walked softly to the door and peered through the peephole.

She could just make out the silhouette of a guy standing at her door, but she knew it wasn't him. Her instincts told her not to open the door, but her curiosity overpowered her. She opened the door carefully, her eyes widening in surprise as she found Zeus standing in front of her.

"Evelyn," he murmured calmly and dangerously. "I've been waiting for you."

Evelyn took a step back. She was frustrated by her position between Zeus and the entrance. She could see the fire in his eyes and knew she was in great danger.

"What do you expect from me?" she murmured, barely above a whisper.

Zeus moved in closer, his breath hot on her cheek. "You already know what I want, Evelyn. "I'd like you to join me."

Evelyn's heart pounded in her chest as she shook her head. "I'm afraid I can't do it, Zeus." I can't put my life or the lives of my loved ones in jeopardy."

Zeus chuckled. "Oh, Evelyn. You're so naive. Do you believe you can simply walk away from me and everything will be fine? Do you think you can just say no and I'll ignore you? Evelyn, you're mine now. And you'll follow my instructions."

Evelyn's heart plummeted as she realized she was completely out of her depth. She realized she couldn't talk sense into Zeus, and she knew she had to get out of there before it was too late.

Zeus grabbed her arm as she attempted to flee, his hold hard and uncompromising. Evelyn attempted to fight him off, but he was just too powerful. As he dragged her towards the door, she could feel terror mounting within her.

Evelyn's heart was beating in her chest. She pushed him, attempting to get free, but it was futile. She was imprisoned, and she was aware of it.

Zeus abruptly came to a halt, and Evelyn could feel his breath on her neck. He leaned in, his lips brushing across her ear, and she shuddered.

"You can't get away from me, Evelyn," he said quietly. "You are now mine."

And then he kissed her, his lips pressing fiercely against hers. Evelyn attempted to resist but couldn't stop her body's reaction to him. Her knees began to buckle, and she found herself melting into his grip.

They lurched over to the couch, their mouths locked in a ferocious hug. Zeus' hands were all over her body, probing it with a desire that left her breathless. Evelyn had become engrossed at the moment, her thoughts devoured by the fire of their love.

Then it was done. Evelyn awoke, her body drenched in perspiration, and realized it had all been a nightmare. She was taken aback by how vivid it seemed and how profoundly Zeus had touched her. She'd never had a wet dream about a guy before, and the dream's intensity had her reeling.

The doorbell rang as she attempted to gather her breath. She paused for a second, wondering whether it was Zeus at the door. But then she shook her head and stood up to respond. She couldn't allow her dread to take over. Before opening the door, she took a deep breath.

It was a tall and gorgeous man with black hair and a charming demeanor she had never seen before.

"Hi, Evelyn," he murmured, his voice confident and silky. "My name is Lucas, and I'm here to deliver a message from Zeus."

Evelyn's pulse beat as she stared up at the man, feeling both terrified and interested.

"What message?" she inquired, barely above a whisper.

"He wants to meet with you," Lucas said coldly. "He wants to give you another opportunity to work with him. And he's eager to make it worthwhile for you."