Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

Sergio came afterward, shuddering and emptying himself inside her. By the time he was done, her legs were wobbling and she couldn’t even stand properly. What made matters worse were the heels he had f*cked her in the whole time.

Rosana immediately dropped to her knees, her lungs burning with the need for air. She collapsed weakly on the ground and lay there with her eyes shut.

By the time Sergio finished fixing his clothes, she was fast asleep. He took off his suit and covered her n@ked body before carrying her out of the room gently. When he got to their room, he dropped her on the bed and planted a kiss on her forehead. He pulled away and made to take off his clothes but she held him back.

“I missed you!” She muttered and opened her eyes slowly.

Sergio leaned into her once more and kissed her softly on the lips. “Go to bed, Bambolina, you are exhausted” He whispered against her lips and watched her drift back to sleep. After taking a cold shower, Sergio put on his black bathrobe and walked out of the room. Using the towel around his neck, he dried his hair. The black strands fell in front of his eyes, partially obscuring his vision as he walked through the hall.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

He had ensured Rosana was fast asleep before he got off to take his shower. She was fast becoming his addiction, one he couldn’t live without. If he had his way, he would’ve taken her with him on his numerous trips. But he had to consider her safety first and push his dark desires behind until he returned to her.

“Boss!” The Soldatos bowed in greetings as he walked past them. Without a response, he walked into his Study and poured himself a glass of whisky.

Taking a sip, his mind raced back to things that happened that evening. The meeting with the Russians… He had invited them over to discuss their territory and they stupidly conformed not knowing they were walking into his deadly trap. That was one thing about Sergio. Like a hunter, he carefully sets a trap for his enemies, his prey. And then he lured them and waited patiently for them to fall into it.

Alfonso had played his part well. He didn’t have to say many words before the men poured out their venom. They were blinded by rage and didn’t stop to survey their environment. If they did, they would’ve discovered that they were surrounded by monsters ready to feast on them. “Boss!” Alfonso bowed and walked further into the room. He silently accessed his mood just to be sure he was on the safe side.

“What is it, Alfonso?” He asked and turned away from the window. When he got to his desk, he picked up a cigar and lit it. A bright orange glow radiated from the tip, gray ash eating at the paper.

“Rodrigo and Einstein have been trying to reach you for the past weeks”

Sergio sat behind his desk and puffed out smoke in the air. The people Alfonso had mentioned were the presidents of Italy and The United States, respectively. They were nothing to Sergio because, without him, none of them would’ve gotten their different positions.

“Vladimir Ivanovich has received your package. He has been begging and wants to have a word” Alfonso continued after a small pause. When he didn’t get any response, he watched him quietly, hoping he could read his mind just to know whatever he was contorting up there.

“You may leave!” Sergio finally spoke and puffed out smoke from his mouth and nostrils. Alfonso didn’t waste a minute. He bowed instantly and walked out of the study, shutting the door behind him.

Now left alone, he started working. After an hour, he rounded up and was ready to join Rosana in the bedroom. He missed the softness and curves of her body molding against the hard ridges of his, the warmth, the smell of her, the feel of her… Everything.

“M… Master!”

Sergio looked up immediately and for a moment, he stared at her like she had grown an extra head. Dressed in her long flowing nightgown and nothing underneath, Vicenta stood in the middle of the Study with her heart pounding so hard in her chest. She had not seen Sergio in months and it felt like decades. But that wasn’t all.

He acted like she never existed and that hurt more than anything else. Whenever she thought of him and how things had changed between them, her heart hurt and bled as though a thousand needle was impaled into it.

When he kept staring at her with his signature poker face, she knew she had to say something. He didn’t have to ask before she gave him an explanation of what she was doing in his Study and why she appeared when he didn’t send for her.

“Master, I… I just wanted to find out if you needed anything”

She had been over the moon when she learned about his return. Hurriedly, she took a shower and prepared herself for him. She planned to go to him before Rosana returned. When she was done, she rushed over to his Study and checked but didn’t find him. She ordered his maids to check his bedroom, the library, and everywhere else but still, they couldn’t find him.

When she saw Rosana leaving the room and heading towards the library, she followed quietly, maintaining a distance between them and hiding to avoid getting caught. Just when Vicenta thought she had gotten a hold of Rosana, she disappeared with no trace. She ended up spending most of the time combing the library but still, she didn’t find any of them.

Where had she gone? She wondered. There were other rooms around but none of them were of great importance to Rosana except the library. After searching tirelessly for a long time, she returned to her room and concluded that Rosana was hiding something. But what could it be?