Mafia Obsession

Ellie

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I’m a quivering mess, as I stand at the sink in Mode’s bathroom. Did I just fuck Leo Romano, and then walk away as if I didn’t get caught trying to steal two-hundred thousand dollars from the guy?

I blink a few times, staring at myself in the mirror of his club. His cum still dripping into my panties, making me feel so dirty but so damn good. The adrenaline pulsing through my veins makes it impossible to register the full implications of what happened between us. I should be fucking dead.

Instead, the guy gave me multiple orgasms and made me feel better than any man has ever made me feel. Leo’s words keep repeating in my mind.

I expect to see you here every night from now on, or there will be trouble.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I dig it out, biting my lip at the message. Bruce, my ex-boyfriend, has obviously just found my letter, and it’s not good. The guy is a piece of work.

You owe me eighty thousand dollars, bitch. I’ll find you and kill you.

I don’t owe him shit, but it doesn’t matter. A stash of drugs went missing at the apartment we share, and he has been blaming me ever since. I didn’t take them, but it doesn’t matter. He’s a criminal, and he might kill me if I don’t pay him back.

Not to mention, he’s used to controlling me with violence and threat. He won’t like that I’ve left him-to be honest, it was a brutal letter. Hence the reason I was stealing from the Romano mob. Maybe that wasn’t the best idea, considering Bruce is nothing compared to Leo.

I left him a note while he was out and told him I was leaving for good. Ashley, my best friend, is letting me sleep on her couch for as long as I need. Although, her boyfriend doesn’t seem to be thrilled about me crashing there.

My hands shake as I grab my purse from the side of the sink, trying to gather my thoughts. Leo Romano just let me live, even though I stole from him. It’s against everything I’ve ever heard about their family. Not to mention, Leo isn’t a stranger to killing anyone who crosses him. So, why the hell did he spare me?

It feels like I’ve been given a freaking reward rather than a punishment. Was trying to steal from the Romano Mafia the best mistake I’ve ever made? The stinging skin of my ass only makes me want to see him again for round two.

He’s the perfect, dominant male. Bruce tried to be dominant with me, but he was more of an asshole than anything. An abusive asshole who doesn’t understand the art of it. My legs still feel like jelly and I feel like I’m floating on air, even after receiving Bruce’s stupid text.

All I have to do is avoid Bruce forever. It shouldn’t be too hard, after knowing the guy for five years, I know his routine. He’s a piece of shit and a waste of space. I’m not sure why I ever dated him, but it was one of the biggest mistakes I’ve ever made.

Bruce was the bad boy at high-school, and we ended up dating for five years. It wasn’t until this morning that I finally ended our toxic, fucked up relationship. I’m always attracted to the wrong guy and can’t help it. I mean, look what just happened between me and the biggest bad boy of all.

The moment I wrote the letter to Bruce, it felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I gaze down at my wrists and gasp slightly, only now noticing the cuts the ropes left.

My fingers tease at my hips where he dug his fingers into me hard, feeling the sore, bruised skin. It’s nothing compared to what I’ve experienced in the past, and although I should be angry he bruised me, it turns me on instead.

Leo left his mark on me and his dominating nature is just intoxicating. No man has ever filled me the way he did. My body craves him again already. It’s ridiculous considering he’s a dangerous mob boss. I step out of the bathroom and walk back into the club. In my daze, I bash straight into a guy.

“Oh sorry,” I say, gazing up at him. “Ellie?” Sid asks.

I feel the blood drain from my face. Sid is one of Bruce’s friends. The same Bruce that is looking for me and wants me dead. “Sid, how are you?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.

“I’m okay.” His brow furrows, and he drops his voice. “You need to be careful, Ellie. Bruce is out for blood and has everyone looking out for you.”

I nod, shifting from one foot to the other. “He sent me a threatening text just now.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell him I saw you.”

I smile up at him. Sid was always the best of his friends, kind and caring. I feel relieved he doesn’t intend to rat me out. “Thank you.”

He nods his head. “No worries, I know he can be an asshole.” He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. “Where are you staying since you left?”

I stare into his eyes, wondering if I can really trust him. “With a friend,” I say, keeping it brief. Even though, it’s common knowledge my only friend still in this Godforsaken place is Ashley. Everyone else from my past has moved away from Philly.

“Okay, well take care of yourself.” He grabs hold of my hand and squeezes gently. “It’s best not to be out at night when Bruce is after you.”

I swallow hard, knowing he is right. Night is the absolute worst time to be out and about, but it’s a bit of a problem considering the order Leo just gave me. He expects me here tomorrow night without fail. Every night until he gets bored of punishing me, hopefully never.

I give him a nod. “I know, I’ll be careful.”

He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. The guy was always clueless, as I lift a twenty from his wallet, stowing it inside the waistband of my knickers.

It makes me uneasy being anywhere near Bruce’s friends, even if he doesn’t intend to tell him where I am. “See you around,” I say, giving him a wave and disappearing into the crowd.

I need to get back to Ashley’s place quickly. Bruce and his friends are night owls, dealing drugs on the streets. It’s five minutes until the next scheduled bus, and I run for the stop, praying I make it.

The bus has its doors open and one women is getting on. I hop on in the nick of time. I pay my fare and then find a seat at the back, letting out a long sigh of relief. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out.

Ashley: Where are you?

I type a text back to her telling her I’m on my way. This isn’t exactly a good first impression to make, turning up at their place so late, as it has gone midnight. It’s a ten-minute bus ride to the stop, and I get off and start the five-minute walk to their apartment.

It’s eerily quiet and Sid’s warning keeps repeating in my mind.

It’s best not to be out at night when Bruce is after you.

A cat jumping off a trash can makes me squeal, jumping a foot in the air. Sid’s warning has made me so freaking paranoid, it’s ridiculous. For fuck’s sake, Bruce won’t be lurking around the corner for me.

I step around the corner and let out a shaky breath, as I set eyes on Ashley’s building. The key she gave me is carefully stowed in the zip pocket of my bag.

I open the door, and she’s standing in the entry way. “What the hell were you thinking?”

Oh God, here we go. Ashley has been acting like my damn mother lately-not that my real mother ever acted like one, anyway. “What’s up?”

She shakes her head, eyes wide. “Bruce freaking Johnson is after you and you stay out until eleven o’clock at night. What do you think is wrong with me?”

My shoulders slump as Mark peers out into the living room, chipping in, “It’s not exactly wise to be roaming the streets at night, considering.”

“I was at Mode for a few hours and then came straight back on the bus.” I shrug. “What am I supposed to do? Stop living.”

Ashley grabs my hand and pulls me into the living room, forcing me to sit. “Ellie, I’m not trying to act like your mom, but I don’t think you’re taking the threat to your life seriously.” She pulls me into a hug. “I care about you, and Bruce can be one mean son of a bitch.”

“Tell me about it,” I mutter. She honestly does not understand just how mean he can be. She maybe my best friend, but I was too embarrassed to tell her truth. The way he treated me throughout our relationship was abusive, and I’m ashamed that I stayed so long. He was violent toward me in a way I never should have allowed.

The initial step of breaking up with him was a small step in the right direction. As long as he doesn’t find me and kill me, but even then, it will be better than having to endure his abuse for any longer.

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right?