Conquered by the Mafia Boss

Motherfucker.

“Where the fuck is she? No, don’t fucking-don’t touch me!”

Elena stiffens like a board when his voice carries over the music, and her face blanches.

“Stay here. I’ll take care of this.”

I massage my fists as I get up and stride toward Rafael, who stumbles from table to table. The guys all turn around in their seats to watch him, cruel sneers on their faces. Even I’ve never seen something so pathetic in my life.

“You better only be here to congratulate me.”

My sudden voice next to his ear startles him. The guy looks like shit, and he smells like it, too. It’s like he bathed in bourbon before throwing on his wrinkled suit. His hostile face turns right toward me.

“Where the fuck is she?”

“You’re going to have to be more specific.” I enjoy needling this asshole.

His face contorts with rage. “My fucking girl-she’s carrying my kid.”NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

There’s something about him that just makes me want to punch his goddamn face in, or maybe it’s the arrogant, cutting tone. The way he fucking looks at me.

He screams at me. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You think that because you put your cock inside her a few times, that makes her yours?”

Dipshit takes his jacket off, hurling it on the floor as he rolls up his sleeves.

He rolls up his sleeves.

Cute.

I could take this guy in one move. As far as I’m concerned, it’s not a fair fight.

“You fucked my girl-!”

“Be a man, for Christ’s sake. She doesn’t want you.”

He throws his head back in laughter, his greasy hair sliding in front of his face. “Oh, you think she fucking wants you-that she’s not using your stupid ass?”

A flash of rage sends my fist smashing against the side of his face. He drops down like a stone, howling. I can’t fucking believe the balls on this guy. I’ll beat the shit out of him if he says another word.

“Maybe you don’t fucking get it. We’re married. Stay the fuck away from my wife!”

“Fuck you!”

He doesn’t fucking learn, does he?

My shoe launches out, connecting loudly with his ribs. How the fuck did this asshole get in five yards within my woman? What the fuck did she see in him? A low groan leaves his bloodied lips as I beat the shit out of him. He’s nothing to me. With one arm, I grab the scruff of his jacket, half-dragging him through the hall as he screams.

“PIECE OF SHIT!”

I let him go. His head smashes on the floor as my fist whirls across his face. Dazed eyes rolls in his head as I straighten, rage simmering under my skin.

“You want more, you fucking scumbag?”

“F-fuck-”

Hands grapple at my arms as I lay another hard kick right beneath his ribs. Rafael gives a horribly, rattling sound as the air leaves his lungs, but I don’t give a shit.

“Tony, stop!”

Voices scream in my ear, but my mind is consumed with the girl I never saved. I wasn’t there to protect her, to stop them from hurting her. My fists rain down on his face until I hear his nose snap, and blood gushes like a fountain. The hall erupts in cheers even as two strong arms grab me, pulling me away from him. I could beat him to death. Crack his fucking skull open with my bare hands.

“I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Hey! Tony, stop it!”

Male voices scream in my ears for me to stop as I stare at the barely moving body on the floor. A fresh surge of energy flows through my limbs and I strain against the guys holding me back. I just want to finish the job-get rid of this asshole permanently, no matter how many witnesses there are, no matter if he’s made. I just want him dead.

“Tony, what the hell are you doing?”

Ma’s shrill voice joins the medley as she shoves her way through.

“Oh my God!”

Ah fuck.

Luckily Tommy wraps an arm around my mother’s shoulders and steers her away. Rafael’s groans echo in the reception hall as my chest pulses with rapid breaths.

Fuck, I almost killed him.

Three guys pick him up off the floor and he stands on shaky feet, nose dripping with blood.

“The next time I see you, I’ll put a bullet through your fucking head. I don’t care who you are. She’s mine. Get over it.”

Johnny screams an order in French and they drag him out of the hall. He gazes at Rafael’s limping form, running his fingers through his hair. “He’s a made member.”

He’s the boss. Don’t rise up. Don’t yell.

“He got what he deserved.”

Johnny blinks at the gruff tone in my voice. “I’m still the fucking boss.” He jabs my chest. “You will not fucking kill him, do you understand? He’s off fucking limits!”

“To hell with the fucking rules. I’ll kill him if he harasses my wife again.”

He grabs my jacketed arm. “I know you’re pissed, but he’s not just some fucking jerk-off. He’s a member. We don’t kill other members. Especially when she might be carrying his child.”

I shrug off Johnny’s hand, not caring how bad it looks. Then I stalk back to the sweetheart table, my insides broiling, but Elena isn’t there. She’s fucking gone.

Blood rushes to my head. Where the fuck is she? My eyes scan the hall for a flash of white, but I don’t see her anywhere, and then I notice that one of the doors leading to the softly lit garden is ajar. I wrench open the door, heart pounding as cold blasts over my face.