Tempted By The Mafia Boss

Mia

“Nick, I didn’t know anything. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I didn’t know,” I shake my head and allow the fresh bout of tears to take me.

I’ve been through so damn much.

Too damn much but what is on my mind is him.

The minute I saw him I knew I had to say something. I knew no matter what happened to me or what would happen next I had to say something.

Nick is looking at me dumbfounded and I don’t know what to think other than he can’t love me anymore.

The situation that brought us together is the same that looks like it will tear us apart.

Next to me is Antonella, dead in a pool of blood.

He’s dead and it feels like redemption to me. As I look at him I’m not sure if I should be grateful again.

His mouth was all over me. I’m supposed to be grateful he preferred to tastes me everywhere for hours to get me good and ready like he said before he could fuck me and pass me around to his friends.

That was what was going to happen to me.

So I’m supposed to be grateful he’s dead.

Nick killed him only to get a bomb dropped on him about Carter.

“Just leave me.” I speak the words , not looking at him. I can’t.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

I’m shocked when I feel warm fingers on my cheek. My cheek that’s on fire from the amount of times I’ve been hit.

Through my swollen eyes I look at Nick and he shakes his head.

“No,” he mutters.

“My brother shot Tommy.”

“Tommy is dead, and I won’t lose you too.”

I suck in a sharp breath. Tommy died… I feel so much worse. Nick went to the hospital today. Is that what happened?

“He died?” I can barely say the words. saying it is just as bad as looking at him and feeling the guild sweep through me.

“He died.”

“My brother killed Tommy,” I gasp, covering my mouth. The chains clink against my wrists. Chains… It’s so unlike what we did together the other night.

“My brother killed your friend.” I can’t stop saying it.

“Jesus… this is so fucked up,” shouts Carter’s voice. It carries across the room and Nick rises to his feet when he comes into view.

Carter’s carrying a gun and holding it at Nick.

“Sis, you had to go rat on me. Come on now. It’s just like you though. Miss goody two Harvard.” Carter laughs and points the gun between Nick and me. “You must know about that right. You been fucking around with my sister. You must know she went to Harvard. She’s a nerd. Didn’t think mobsters would go for nerds.”

Nick doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t pull his gun either. That doesn’t mean he won’t end Carter.

It doesn’t mean that.

Nick has death in his eyes and he has every right to kill my brother.

Kill him. That would be the end and he would deserve it. I can’t believe I’m thinking that. What else can I think though?

Nick looks like he’s weighing up his options. He’s deciding what to do.

“You… you are responsible for all of this?” Nick asks.

Carter raises his shoulders into a shrug like it was nothing but child’s play to him.

As I look at him, I find myself shaking my head at his uncaring attitude.

It’s so fucked up.

I can’t even say I saw this coming.

I never did.

“What you gonna do to me?” Carter throws back in a sing song voice and laughs. “It was so easy to break into your friends home. The man was high on shit. I shot his ass and would have fucked that pretty little wife of his, but I had to take a leak.”

For someone who claimed to have brains a few hours back he just did a very stupid thing. Not that his end wasn’t coming. He just accelerated it.

Nick growls and lunges forward. Carter fires a shot from his gun but it doesn’t stop Nick in the least. He’s not afraid. I can see too that he’s more than what I’ve seen in the time I’ve known him. He’s not just the accountant with a club.

That’s the cover he must use so people make the mistake of underestimating him. If they are clever enough they go with his name, not his job. I did that and I’m still shock at how he moves.

A fist to Carter’s face knocks him back and he’s on the floor.

Nick jumps onto him and they start fighting. The gun is between them and I know this can only end one way.

One of them will get shot. I sense it.

One of them is going to get shot. I try to move to do something but my legs give from beneath me.

I’m so weak from the day I’ve had and fear cripples me.

Carter flips Nick onto his back and aims the gun at him ready to fire. I think this is it, but I’m wrong and quickly realize Nick wanted him to do that, so he could grab the gun from him. Nick makes quick work of beating the shit out of Carter.

He’s going to kill him and it’s not going to be with the bullets from the gun. He’s going to beat him to death.

I didn’t realize I was crying and screaming. The sight of the two of them is so awful.

None of this feels real.

It just doesn’t. No part of it feels real to me.

How can it be?

Nick stops beating Carter and points the gun at him. Carter is lying on the floor near me, motionless with blood all over his face.

“Motherfucking asshole. I should make you pay!” Nick roars.

I’m stuck on the word should.

Nick glances over to me and holds my gaze, a question in his eyes. It’s because Carter is my brother. He’s hesitating because he’s my brother.

I can’t quite explain the type of shock that flies through me. I can’t.

Nick is not the kind of man to show compassion and I know what it means to him to have the person responsible for Tommy’s death right in his grasp. I know what it means. Yet in his eyes I see he’s torn between the love he has for me and the reality.

He gives me a tortured glare then Carter a cold hard stare.

A tremor slams into me and surges through my body when a fierce growl falls from his lips and Nick rises to his feet, leaving Carter on the ground.

He leaves him right there and comes over to me, lifting me up.

“Let’s go.” His eyes, so blue, so bright, so light… yet dark are filled with the torment he must feel. It’s etched in his voice and tightens his shoulders.

I open my mouth to say something because this isn’t right.

Laughter, however, steals my words.

Carters laughter.

We both look around just in time to see him pull another gun from his side pocket.

Carter beams at me in triumph as he releases the trigger.

Click-clack. Boom…

I already know before the bullet pierces my body that the target is me.