Mafia Obsession

Ellie

I’m going out of my mind holed up in this room. Leo insists I can’t be seen by anyone and have to stay in the room, but this is becoming a joke. I’ve been here for a week now.

Ashley went mad when I told her the whole story, finally turning my phone back on two days later. Although, she’s glad I’m alive. I promised to text or call her everyday to let her know I’m okay.

Leo is often out most of the day and comes back late, and I just sit here watching bullshit TV. Not to mention, he hasn’t touched me since he bought me here. Maybe my scars put him off, they’re not exactly feminine and attractive.

My chest aches at the thought of him no longer being attracted to me. Leo has touched me in a way no one has before. Despite being the brutal mafia boss, he’s also caring and kind. A man I can feel myself falling for, even if I don’t want to.

There’s no doubt I need to get out of here, but I’m not sure if I’m free to leave or not. Leo hasn’t told me why he is keeping me shut up in here. The problem is I’m not sure I’ve got the guts to question him. I’m lucky to be alive after attempting to steal from the guy.

My eyes fix onto the door and I’m considering leaving. What is the worst that can happen?

Fuck it.

All I’ve got is my handbag. I sling it over my shoulder and walk toward the door, certain I can remember how to get out of this mansion. As soon as I get to the back entrance, I’ll just run away.

It can’t be that hard, can it? The door is locked, so I pull a hairpin out of my hair and force it into the lock. It takes a little while to maneuver the lock, but after a few minutes, the lock clicks open.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and open the door. It’s silent in the corridor and I glance out, hoping there’s no one around.

All is clear so I step into the hallway and head right, toward the back staircase. We came in here without being seen, so I’m sure I’ll get out without being seen too. It’s just once I get outside when it gets complicated.

The drive to this place has to be at least a mile, maybe further. How am I going to walk that without getting caught? I shrug to myself, deciding I’ll figure it out as I go. This is what I do best-improvise.

I hurry down the hallway and come to the staircase. With a quick glance down, I’m sure it’s clear. My heart is pounding against my rib cage, as I descend to the ground floor.

Once there, I check each way in the corridor and then turn right, remembering the way Leo brought me in. My fingers itch at the sight of that same original Picasso painting that would fetch hundreds of thousands of dollars.

I walk on passed, knowing stealing from the Romano Mafia once and getting caught is silly, but twice is pushing it too far. The back door comes into view as I turn left, tasting the freedom already. My feet can’t carry me any quicker toward that door, I’m running for it.

I swing open the door, and slam straight into a hard, muscular body. A pair of hands land on my shoulders, and I scream. Leo’s woody scent fills my nostrils, before I glance up at him.

I could place his strong, masculine scent anywhere. His beautiful blue eyes are wild with rage as he gazes down at me. “Where the fuck are you going?” he growls.

I really can’t catch a fucking break lately. My stomach dips and I swallow hard, accepting I’ve been caught. I think my mojo is off at the moment. It seems like everything that could go wrong does these past few weeks. “Leaving,” I say, stepping back from him and keeping my shoulders straight.

He hasn’t told me I can’t leave, so what the fuck is his problem? “Where were you going to go?” he asks, eyes narrowing.

I shrug. “I’m going fucking nuts locked in your room all the time.”

He grabs hold of my arm forcefully and drags me back inside, marching me up the stairs toward his room. “Get the fuck off me,” I snap, trying to writhe from his grip.

“Keep it down or I’ll gag you,” he hisses, fury painting his features.

My heart patters hard and fast. I’ve never seen Leo this angry and it scares me. I know what happens when men get angry. He opens the door to the bedroom and yanks me inside, slamming the door so hard it makes me jump.

He stares at me like a lunatic, eyes frantic and nostrils flared. I know the signs. Instead of looking at him, I keep my eyes fixed to the floor. The thought of him hitting memakesmychestache, butit’s what always happens. Leo Romano is no doubt the same.

“Why were you trying to leave?” he asks, voice calmer than I’d expected.

I look up to see him breathing deeply. “I’m fed up of being stuck in this room.” I set my hands on my hips. “Not to mention, ever since you have seen my scars you won’t touch me, anyway.”

His nostrils flare again and his jaw clenches.

“I get it, they’re ugly and they put you off, so why don’t you just let me go?” I ask, trying to stay tough, despite knowing who I’m talking to.

Leo growls, eyes filled with a fire that makes my knees wobble. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

I raise my eyebrow. “Why haven’t you touched me then?”

He shakes his head and blows out a long breath. For a moment, I’m sure he’s not going to answer, until he speaks softly, “Because, if I slap you and tie you up the way I crave, then I’m as bad as the man that inflicted those scars on you.” He lets his shoulders slump and eyes drop to the floor.

It takes me aback hearing that from him. He’s wrong, though. The men that did this to me were cruel and did it to hurt me. When Leo inflicts pain during sex, it’s only for my pleasure. Surely, he can see the difference.

Before I can reconsider it, I’m walking to his side. “That’s not true,” I say, cupping his chin in my hands and forcing him to look at me. “You’ve only ever given me pleasure, whereas they did it to hurt me.”

“They?” he asks, eyes curious.

I swallow and nod. “First it was my dad and then my ex-boyfriend,” I say, averting his gaze and dropping my hands.

Leo’s hands clench into fists by his side. “I’ll kill both of them,” he says, voice full of danger.

I shake my head. “My dad already died, six years ago. My-ex isn’t worth it.”

He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into him. “You’re worth it,” he says, gazing into my eyes with a fond kindness burning in them. It’s surprising how safe and protected he makes me feel. Leo is different to the other men I’ve had in my life. I can tell that as I gaze into his bright, vibrant eyes. He’d never hurt me, not really.

His lips meet mine in a soft and tender kiss that makes me ache for him. I’d vowed to myself when I left Bruce, no more men. Leo turned up on the same fucking day, and I’m falling for him. This can only end in heartache, but I can’t stop myself.

I wrap my arms around his neck and press my body tightly to him, deepening the kiss. The more time I spend with this man, the more I feel for him. It’s a dangerous notion, considering Leo Romano is renowned for his playboy ways.

He’s the mob underboss of the most powerful mafia family in the country. It means he can have whoever he wants and do whatever he wants. Why would he want me? A worthless thief who can offer him nothing. I try to push the doubts from my mind, focusing on enjoying the moment, wrapped in his strong arms.

His fingers tease under my shirt and he pulls it over my head, exposing my lacy bra and scars. I tense, feeling vulnerable and exposed as his eyes rake over my scars. “Beautiful,” he says, eyes full of fire.

He unclips my bra from behind and then groans as my breasts spill free.

It’s the first time he’s had me this naked in front of him.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

His eyes dilate with pure longing as he captures my hard nipple in his mouth, making my back arch. He does the same to the other one and I claw onto him for support, feeling my legs turn to jelly.

Leo controls my body in a way I never knew possible. It feels like we fit together. Two halves of a whole the moment he touches me.

I pull his shirt out of the waistband of his pants and unbutton them, but he stops me. His hand closing around mine gently and forcing them around his neck, as he hoists me into his arms and walks toward the bed.

He sets me down in the middle of it, staring down at me with a fierce hunger that makes me wetter than ever. I moan as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing his hard, chiseled chest to me for the first time.

The other times we’ve fucked he’s always been clothed. He is beautiful with dark tattoos scrolling across his muscular chest and arms, making my mouth dry.

He lowers himself onto me, allowing me free rein to run my hands across his tanned, soft skin. The first time I’ve touched him like this. Leo captures my lips with his and there’s a gentleness I’ve not felt before from him. It makes me long for more.

It’s clear this twisted thing between us is becoming deeper, and I’m not sure I would survive it if he put an end to what is going on here.