Conquered by the Mafia Boss

“What’s the matter, hon? You used to like it rough, remember? You used to beg for this.” He grabs his cock and gives it a squeeze, and I turn away with a look of revulsion.

“Touch me again, and I’ll scream.”

His eyes narrow and he digs a finger into the center of my chest. “You know what’ll happen if you make one fucking sound.”

Make him think you’ve lost. You’ve done it before.

My eyes lower from his and Rafael lets out a grunt, satisfied with my submission. This sudden surge of self-conscious introspection won’t last, that I’m sure of. He’ll go back to snorting lines and smacking me around.

Only this time, I’ll be ready.

Because the first chance I get, I’m killing him.

The chair drags over the shitty carpet as Rafael pulls it out and sits down, stripping his white tank top from his shoulders. The bandage on his shoulder is soaked through, and he massages it with a tired look on his face. He beckons me with his finger.

“What?”

“Change my bandage.”

I’ll change your fucking bandage.

I step forward and rip the bandage from his shoulder, smirking as he lets out a sharp hiss.

“What the fuck is your problem?”

Are you seriously that stupid?

The genuine surprise on his face makes me livid. “You’re insane, that’s my problem. This fucking plan of yours isn’t going to work. Tony is not going to let me go anywhere with you.”

The slick grin on his face twitches as I slap the fresh bandage over his skin. He cocks his head, studying me. Then his hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist. I yank hard and then I twist my arm. He bends my wrist in a painful position and tears spring to my eyes. He pulls my body so that I fall over his lap. I cringe from the warmth of his chest and his hand snaking around my waist.

“Then you better find a good reason to tell him to back off.”

I try to get up, my abdominal muscles tensing against his powerful arm, but I fall back onto his lap. “Let me go!”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“What the fuck is your problem? Why are you giving me such a hard time?”

I want to scream.

I dig my elbow in his wounded shoulder and he screams in pain, releasing me immediately. He stands up from the chair, a murderous look snarling his features. My heart stammers and I wonder what the hell I’m doing. Why am I provoking him? I forget all about my plan as rage bursts from my mouth.

“I don’t want you! I can’t fucking stand you. For months, I was biding my time until I had a chance to leave. I took it and never looked back. You were the one who couldn’t fucking let go!”

His muscles tense as he screams. “Because you don’t get to fucking decide when we’re over, especially when you are carrying my fucking kid.”

“It’s not your kid!”

He grabs my arms, his thumbs digging in hard enough to make me moan. He looks as though he wants to throw me against the wall, and I wait for it. His lips tremble as he bares his teeth like an animal, but he slowly releases me, breathing in deeply.

“I won’t hit you because you’re pregnant.”

“You’re a scumbag and you don’t deser-”

My face whips to the side as a stinging slap burns my cheek.

I fucking hate him.

“I have no problem with slapping you around when you give me a smart mouth. That won’t hurt the baby.”

“I’m glad you’re so confident.”

This time I catch a blur of his hand as it hits me again, my eyes stinging.

“Want another one, you stupid bitch?”

His hand hovers above my face and I watch it, hating the weak part of me that makes me shake my head.

Crowds of people jostle me as I make my way through the mall. My eyes sift through them to find my husband’s face.

So that I can tell him what I did.

He’ll be furious with me. I spent the night under Rafael’s watchful gaze as I sat in the chair, refusing to occupy the same space as him.

But now it’s over. I know exactly where he is, and I’ll point Tony in the direction. I stand there, brain abuzz with what I’m supposed to say to him.

I watch him check his phone anxiously. He runs a hand over his face, looking stressed, and I feel a pang for the pain I’ve caused him. Then his eyes sweep over me, recognizing me. Relief floods his face and he gets up from the table. It melts away from the heat baking his skin. His jaw sets and he-there’s no other word for it-he looks pissed. My heart squeezes at the sight of him looking so upset.

Tony’s sculpted arms grab me, and for a moment I think he’s going to throttle my neck, but he pulls me into his body. He holds me so tightly that my lungs wheeze, and his fingers curl into my hair as a sound I’ve never heard from Tony shakes from his chest.

“I was so fucking worried, Elena. I had half my guys out looking for you.”

The worry in his voice throttles my heart. It’s torture. I bury my face in his chest without saying a word, inhaling the sharp spice of his deodorant. This is where I belong. It takes every effort inside me not to break down.

“I’m fine.”

He pulls away from me, his hands still holding my shoulders as sharp eyes scan my face. Can he see the tracks on my face?

“You know you’re a shit liar, right?”

“Tony-”

“You left me in the middle of the night.”

“I had to go.”

Thick eyebrows narrow dangerously. “Lie again, and I’ll bend you over my knee right here.”

An involuntary shiver runs through my body at the image of that. Tony seems to sense how it makes me feel, and a heart-stopping smile tiptoes across his face.