Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

Rosana shuddered, her heart beating a million drums of warning as she opened her mouth to respond. “You heard me”

His eyes were swimming in darkness and she felt a trail of shivers running down her spine. His expression was cold and his monstrous look returned. He looked like he was going to tear her into scraps and devour every bit of her. But then he smiled.

Slow. Dark. Wicked. One that didn’t reach his eyes.

Her heart started hammering wildly when he didn’t utter a word and her body began to tremble slightly. She wished she could read his mind at the moment because the silence was slowly eating her from the inside out. And that smile…

Rosana quickly spun on her heels and walked out of the office which abruptly felt too small for the both of them. If she stayed longer, she would’ve melted under his intense gaze which did nothing but terrify her.

She got into the bathroom and washed off his semen which had started drying on her face. When she was done, she walked out, ready to leave for the club.

“Are you alright, My Lady?” Angelica asked, glancing at Ville. They had returned to the hallway when they learned she was with Sergio in the office.

“Of course” Rosana answered curtly and inhaled deeply. Her thighs were slick with her juices and she was trying to walk properly.

Angelica didn’t ask any more questions as they tried to keep up with her. She was seething in anger and they could tell because of how she fisted her hands beside her. But where was the Don? She wondered and turned to look behind her. Did they get into a fight?

Ville cut her a glare, silently cautioning her to mind her business. Whatever happened between the Don and his wife was none of her business and should remain that way if she valued her life.

“I do not need you following me into the club” Rosana spoke to no one in particular. She paused and heaved out a harsh breath, but the feeling of contempt didn’t go away. “I want to have a little fun”

She stepped into the club and didn’t stop to check if they had followed her orders or not. All she needed was a few drinks and a dance to deflect her body and mind from whatever had transpired between Sergio and her. Then she would go back home.

But there was something inside of her that craved more. Something that wanted to test him, tempt him, and push him to the point of no return, all for retribution. He had played his perfectly and now, it was her turn.

“Hi, handsome!” She greeted him with a high-pitched tone so he could hear her through the music and background noises. “Enjoying your night, huh?”

The guy smiled, exposing his clean dentition which didn’t please her so much like Sergio’s. She immediately shook her head, clearing off the thought. Now was not the time to think about him. She had to disregard everything about him if she wanted the plan to work.

“Yes, beautiful Lady!” He responded and she forced herself to ignore how different his voice sounded from the one she had heard the past eight months. It wasn’t deep and didn’t make her nerves go into disarray.

“What is your name?”

“Madrigal”

“Hmm… You are not Italian, are you?”

“No, I am from Spain. I just arrived for vacation” He answered with a smile that didn’t give her butterflies. “Would you like a drink?”

“Yes, of course” She replied with a flirtatious smile and followed him.

After a couple of drinks, they hit the dance floor to go on with the fun. While he placed his hands on her waist, she wrapped her arms around his neck and they started dancing. It didn’t take long before the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

Something familiar raced down her spine no matter how much she tried to squelch it. Sergio was there. She could feel him all around her, staring at them with dark psychotic eyes.

Slowly, she turned around and looked up. The moment her eyes met his, she froze. That was a terrible idea but it turned deadly the moment he tore his cold eyes away from her and settled on the man who was still dancing with his arms wrapped around her waist. His eyes darkened, turning gray into near-black thunderclouds.

Rosana bit back a smile. At least she had gotten part of what she craved by getting on his nerves. He looked scary and dangerous. Like a monster ready to devour its prey. But she wasn’t done yet.

Grabbing the man’s hand, she dragged him out of the dancefloor and headed towards the bathroom. She knew he was watching and that was the most satisfying part.

“Do not touch me” She snapped once they got into the bathroom. They were out of the club and Sergio could no longer see them.

“I thought you brought me here so I… We…”

“Do you value your life?”

He furrowed his brows and chuckled amusingly. “What the f*cking f*ck?!? Are you shitting me right now?”

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When he heard the gravity in her voice, the smile vanished from his face. “F*ck yes, I do. I still have a whole life to live out there, you know what I’m saying? I still wanna f*ck more girls and party”

“Good. Now, run. Go back to Spain and never come back here”

He laughed but then he paused and shot her a stare. “No, wait. What the f*ck?!?”

“You better do as I say if you value your life. You need to leave before he catches you! I am so sorry I dragged you into this”

He groaned and sighed in disapproval. “No, man, this is f*cked up. I just wanna enjoy my f*cking self, I deserve it”

Rosana sighed and looked away from him. She placed one hand on her waist while the other palmed her forehead. How does she make him leave? No doubt Sergio was going to go after him and it wouldn’t end well. She didn’t need a soothsayer to tell her that. She was only trying to save his life.

“Just leave. Go to America, go to France… Go to South Africa”

He thought for a while and conceded. “Alright, fine, I’ll go. Jeez, you sound like my Mama”

*****

Two weeks later, the business was doing pretty well to the shock of everyone and the profit had doubled compared to where Munika left off. Even with the new rules and changes, the business still ran smoothly and upright.

“So… Are you gonna tell me how you manage to tame the be@st in bed?” Lucretia asked, sipping her lemonade. They were on the Pontoon boat, cruising.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Of course, you do”

“I do not. Besides, we haven’t been that way with each other”

Lucretia’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. “Un-f*cking-believable!”

Rosana shrugged and sipped her juice.

Sergio had been away the past few days but that was not the surprising part. After the crazy stunt she had pulled at the club some nights ago, he didn’t even try to punish her or make her pay. He acted like nothing ever happened.

“And let me guess. There’s a wh0re taking care of his c? ck.” When she didn’t respond, Lucretia gasped and added. “You let another devil-forsaken wh0re warm his c? ck, Rosa”

“That is what he wants”

“F*ck that and f*ck that again. Men do not know what they want when it comes to p? ssies. Once we show them, they go all in for it”

Rosana sighed and rolled her eyes, wishing the topic was never brought up. But she had no choice. Her best friend ought to know because there was no need to keep secrets from each other.

“You want him, don’t you? I know you do. Then what are you waiting for?” Lucretia asked and looked at her. “Do not tell me you cannot f*ck a man”

“Cretia!” Rosana half-yelled and looked around. Thankfully no one was around. Ville was with the Captain. “Shut up! I can f*ck a man but Sergio is no man. He is more than that”

“Then f*ck him and whatever he is. Show him who is in charge. Some men love it that way, you know. Stop sitting around while he f*cks around with some wh? re. You are his wife”

“She’s his Mistress?”

“She’s still a wh? re if he f*cks her instead of you. A better wh? re if I’m to say” Rosana wrinkled her nose in irritation and she sighed. “First, make him happy. Drive him crazy. Remember, men do things when you make them happy”