Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

“Look, Damien, please don’t try anything stupid in there,”

“No matter what, she is still your wife’s sister,”

“Is obvious they are not on speaking terms but we don’t know the cause. What if it is a minor issue and those are sisters? They can still reconcile and then what happens if you hurt her? Think about your wife,”

I’m sitting in the backseat, gritting my teeth, as Eros just keeps going on and on with his non-stop blabbering words as he drives us down to the club. I mean, seriously, it feels like he’s got an endless supply of words stored up in there! I can’t help but roll my eyes and wonder if we’ll ever arrive at our destination with all this unnecessary chatter going on.

He cast a glance at me through the rearview mirror before asking, “Hey, bro, do you understand me?”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him, my fists clenched so tight, that I thought I might burst. The anger inside me was simmering, ready to explode. With a hiss escaping my lips, we made the next turn. And then, like a beacon in the night, the club appeared before us. Its name, “LA ROSA NERA CLUB,” was displayed in bold, vibrant letters that seemed to come alive, blinking and shimmering with electric energy. Eros skillfully guided the car into a parking spot, and as soon as I heard the engine purr to a stop, I forcefully pushed open the back door and hopped out.

“Hey, buddy!!”

I could hear the sound of footsteps getting closer, but I chose to ignore him. With anger, I maintained my fast pace towards the entrance. There was no need for me to turn around because I already knew exactly who it was.

“Come on, buddy, don’t go doing anything foolish in there,” Eros exclaimed, his frustration evident in his voice.

“Good evening, capo,” the guards standing there greeted, but today was not the day for pleasantries. I wasn’t here to exchange niceties.

I roughly pushed them aside, my frustration boiling over as I kicked the entrance door open. It slammed forcefully against the wall, but luckily the blasting music in the background masked the sound of the impact.

“Good evening, consigliere,” I heard the guards greeting Eros as I made my way inside the club. Their voices were filled with fear, and I could tell they had noticed the sudden shift in the atmosphere.

“Yeah, but hold on… I’ve got a bigger problem here,” Eros blurted out, his words rushing out in a faster tone. He quickly followed me inside, I ignored him and continued moving. “Come on, buddy,” he said, his voice filled with urgency.

Unexpectedly the shimmering light from the disco ball hit my face, its intensity forcing me to instantly shut my eyes. I slowly opened them, blinking to adjust, and scanning the area in search of that b*tch.

“Good evening capo,”

I turned to see the intruder and let out a sigh of relief. “Lucas,” I mumbled, recognizing him immediately.

“She’s already in the VIP section, waiting for you, boss,” he quickly replied with a bow, his words filled with haste, as if he knew exactly what was going through my mind.

Nodding I hurried toward the staircase, Eros cleared his throat acknowledging Lucas’s greeting before he hurried behind me. I rushed up the staircase, my steps quick and calculated. My heart vibrates in anger as I head towards the elevator that leads to the VIP area.

I quickly pressed the white arrow pointing upward, and the elevator doors opened. Without hesitation, I stepped inside. But just as the doors were about to close, Eros rushed in, panting heavily.

“Hey bro, what’s the rush? You were practically zooming up those stairs,” he complained, his voice filled with exasperation. “Damn!” he sighed, trying to catch his breath before launching into one of his infamous unending lectures.

I stood there, my mind wandering in different directions, not even sparing him a glance or paying attention to his blabbering. The Gadget announcement… I needed their partnership if I really wanted to take this Powertech innovation to the next level. They had what I needed, fuck it!Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

I growled, it looks like we’ll have to handle this matter in my usual way then. Just as I thought, the elevator beeped, and the green light indicated that we had arrived at our destination. The doors opened, and I quickly rushed out, with Eros blabbering behind me.

“I wonder why she did that but anyway you just have to find out,” I ignored him and walked faster. But he hurried up, catching up with my fast pace.

I reached the VIP door, and the guard standing there gave us a slight bow. “Good evening, Capo,” he greeted, opening the door and stepping aside to allow me to enter.

Stopping in front of the door, I placed my left hand at the door, stopping Eros from taking a step inside. I tilted my head a bit to look at Eros who was right behind me, and said, “Hey, just hang tight here for a moment, do you hear me?”

“What?” He raised his eyebrow. “I… I don’t trust you in there alone,” he replied, his voice filled with concern. He gave me a suspicious glare.

“She’s just a girl, and I need a moment alone with her,” I insisted, my tone firm, my gaze flashing with a hint of danger.

Getting the hint, he rolls his eyes at me and says, “Okay, fine. I’ll wait here, but don’t try anything stupid. Remember, she’s still your wife’s sister.”

“Just get the necessary information,”

Geez! How long will he say that?

I glared at him and walked inside. As soon as the door was shut behind me, I found myself in a dimly lit room. The soft glow of a few warm, low-wattage bulbs cast a gentle illumination, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere. Stopping in my tracks, I furiously scanned the room, searching for that bitch.

“Where is that thing?” I hissed through clenched teeth, my anger boiling over.

“You know, it wasn’t the nicest thing to keep a girl waiting for you for too long,” I froze in my tracks as I heard a seductive, sweet, soft voice coming from behind me.

I turned around, my eyes widening at the girl standing in front of me. She had an undeniable allure, and her dress was daring and provocative, yet tasteful. I could see her exposed boobs, with her flat tummy on full display and the skirt barely reaching her thigh or should I say barely covering her butts. She is almost naked, those pieces that are covering her are hiding nothing, to be honest.

My eyes trailed along her exposed neckline, captivated by its allure which drew attention to her collarbones and framed her face beautifully. She paired her dress with stylish accessories; a dainty necklace, which enhanced her overall appearance. Her hair was styled in cascading waves that complemented her seductive outfit perfectly.

“I know you’ll love what you see,” she confidently flashed me a tempting grin.

“What is fucking wrong with me,” I growled at myself for checking her out. She is my wife’s sister for God’s sake.

“A woman based on a contract,” The dark side of my subconscious taunts me.

“But she is still my wife, even though this woman here is damn hot,” I mumbled to myself, my heart pounding in my chest. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my thoughts.

What is wrong with me?

“Damien,” her seductive tone rang in my ears, my gaze involuntarily drawn to the bottle of red wine she held in her grip. I couldn’t help but meet her gaze, feeling a mix of lust and suspicion. This might be a trap though her presence was captivating, and the temptation was undeniable.

Swaying her hips temptingly from side to side, she slowly approached me. My gaze fixated on those enticing curves before rising to meet her captivating eyes. “You wanted to see me,” she purred, but before she could trace her finger along my abs, I instinctively grabbed her hand, stopping her in her tracks.

And just then, Ashley’s face flashed through my mind, her gorgeous green eyes appearing in my thoughts like a powerful wave.

Normally, I could have just had my way with this bitch here and even killed her once I was done, but for some reason, something was holding me back….. Those green orbs!

Gritting my teeth in anger as the scent of her cologne assaulted my senses, I clenched my jaw tightly. My eyes snapped open, coldly locking onto her trembling form. With a tight grip on her wrist, my gaze pierced through her, emanating a dangerous intensity. I couldn’t help but let out a sharp, frustrated shriek. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”