Mafia’s Queen Comeback, He Yearns For Me

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ROSA

“Number 4, Rush Street. Six 0’clock. A door that opens only for those who dare.” The words glowed on my phone screen, encrypted like a secret only I was meant to know.

I checked again, as if the message might change. My wristwatch ticked steadily, its silver hands crawling toward the hour. Just a few minutes left.

Finally, the clock struck 6pm.

I jumped off the table in one swift motion, my jacket sliding from the chair as I moved.

I slipped into my leather jacket, the cool weight settling across my shoulders like armor. The keys jingled in my hand. Outside, the motorcycle waited, sleek and black.

In no time, I reached my destination. The ride was fast with the city lights flashing past me. I slowed the motorcycle, parked it neatly by the curb, and swung my leg over with ease.

I pulled off my helmet, letting my hair fall free, and walked toward the building with steady steps. My boots echoed against the pavement, as I carried myself with authority.

As soon as I entered, the crowd shifted. People stepped back, clearing a path without a word. Some lowered their heads, bowing slightly in respect, while others simply moved aside, their eyes following me with a mix of fear and admiration.

I didn’t even glance at them. I was used to it.

The air was heavy with the smell of drugs and smoke. I kept moving, my eyes fixed ahead, until suddenly a strong hand forcefully grabbed mine and it pulled me through a side door.

Before I could react. The door slammed shut behind us, cutting off the noise of the crowd.

I couldn’t even speak as a lips forcefully pressed hard against mine. The kiss was sudden and unexpected. For a moment, I froze, but then the taste of his soft lips made me recognize who he was and I smile against him. and I kissed him back with the same fire, the same intensity.

In no time, we were tangled together on the bed, our emotions heightened like fire, and my clothes being ripped apart.

“f**k…ahh” I moaned shamelessly as his d**k went in and out of my vaginal, I held his legs tightly, bouncing my ass backwards to match up his pace.

Unexpectedly, he slapped my ass as I screamed in pleasure breathing heavily.

“Yeaah? Yahh…” I screamed, urging him to go faster.

“You slut!” He groaned slapping my ass, but It only turned me on the more as I started twerking on his d**k.

He pulled out his wet d**k, and he slapped it on my ass, while I shifted my ass, wanting him to continue, I didn’t want him to stop as I enjoyed every bit of him.

He inserted his d**k inside of me again, as he continued thrusting deep inside of me, while I screamed as If my life depended on it. Finally he groaned in pleasure as he pulled out of me, his c*m splashing on me.

“f**k Rosa, you’re so sweet,” He groaned as he collapsed on the bed, and I smiled sheepishly.

“Rocco DeLuca,” I whispered his name with a smirk, my hand sliding across his chest with pride. For ten years I had been his secret, the hidden lover of a Mafia Godfather, the man who ruled Chicago.

Earlier, his encrypted message had filled me with hope. I believed tonight would be different. Tonight, he would finally give me a name, a place at his side, and together we would rule the city.

I leaned closer, pressing myself against him, ready for another round like we always had. But this time, Rocco pulled away. His hands brushed mine off, his body stiff. He swung his legs over the bed and stood, reaching for his clothes. His face was hard, and eyes unreadable.

Confused, I sat up, watching him button his shirt with sharply. The silence between us felt heavy, colder than I had ever known.

“What’s wrong, Rocco? Are you okay?” I asked, my voice carrying both worry and disbelief. Slowly, I rose from the bed and began to dress, my heart pounding as I waited for his answer.

Rocco turned to me, his shirt half-buttoned, his eyes were cold, colder than I had ever seen them.

“I need you to understand,” he said, his voice low. “Half a year ago, it was decided. I am to marry the daughter of a Russian mob family. A princess, if you will. It’s for the sake of business, for the sake of power. For the sake of family interests.” He stated and the words hit me harder than any bullet.

I felt my breath caught, my chest tightened, and for a moment I couldn’t move.

He kept speaking, each word like a blade. “You… you were never meant to be more than what you are. You were just a tool, a weapon. Something I could use and discard. Nothing more.”

I stared at him, my lips trembling, my hands frozen halfway to my jacket. Ten years of my life! Ten years of stolen nights, whispered promises, and secret touches, all reduced to nothing. All discarded like ash in the wind.

My heart screamed, but my face stayed still. I was the rebel ice princess, and ice does not melt, even when fire burns close.

Even though I was broken inside, I stood tall. My voice cut through the silence fiercely.

“I, Rosa Caruso, will never beg for a man!” I vowed, anger burning in my chest.