Conquered by the Mafia Boss

My heart pounds as I look down the length of the muzzle, down the arm, wishing I could tell him how much I despise him.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“I’d kill you if I didn’t need you.”

“John-hold on. Just relax.” Sal suddenly edges in beside John, and I feel a rush of gratitude.

“You realize our relationship with the Devils is hanging by a fucking thread?” John clenches his teeth, his fingers white knuckling the gun. “I am not going to prison.”

Sal gives me a warning look. “His temper got a little out of hand, but I wouldn’t say it wasn’t justified.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” He slowly lowers the gun, his chest pulsing hard. “Tommy, Rick.”

They seize my arms as Johnny slips the gun back into his jacket pocket. I screw up my face as Rick steps behind me, twisting my arms back.

Tommy shrugs apologetically as he raises a fist and slams it into my shoulder.

“FUCK!”

The scream tears from my throat as I feel the massive blow radiating pain down my arm. Another pinpointed hit thuds against my bones. They scrape against each other and I press my lips together, willing myself not to cry out.

“That’s for being a complete prick at my dinner.”

Even though my shoulder screams in pain, I lift myself up. Unbridled heat sears through my veins. “I would do it again. She’s my wife.”

Johnny sneers at me. “You’re defending a girl you didn’t even want to fucking marry.”

That’s true, but I can’t pretend that I didn’t feel something for her when she talked about the MC, and when she collapsed into tears at my place. A strange pain twisted inside me, similar to the pain my brother’s death gave me.

“That girl belongs to me and they insulted me by trashing her. I should kill them.”

His cool eyes cut mine. “They’ll be dealt with, but I won’t let you kill them.”

What?

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

He makes a violent movement and slams his fist into my shoulder. Sal holds me back as pain burns through my joint like a white-hot poker, searing.

“Get the fuck out of here!” He screams in my face, apoplectic with rage. “Take your wife and go somewhere else before I do something I regret.”

Gladly.

Johnny motions his head, and they release my arms. Fuck, the pain. The slick bastard walks back toward the entrance, leaving me alone with Sal, whose anxious, round face turns to me. He doesn’t speak until the door closes, leaving us alone outside.

“John’s a cunthair from blowing your head off. What’s the matter with you?”

I shake off his hand, trembling slightly with the pain radiating down my arm. Then the rage suddenly burns out. What’s all this anger done for me except put my head on the chopping block? And if I go, so does she. Three people dead for no reason.

I can’t go on like this.

“I can’t do this anymore.” Everything keeps feeding into my rage, making me sick to my stomach.

“Jack, we’ll find out who was responsible. I swear to God. If it really was John-”

“I’ll never find out.”

And I sure as shit can’t kill a boss.

“Jack!”

I just want to go home. “I’ll drive myself home.”

My thoughts churn as I walk away from Sal’s voice, the uncomfortably warm night clinging to my skin. I reach my car, shoulder burning, and sit in there for a while.

The night sky is clear.

Wouldn’t it be nice to just let go?

An image of my brother, straight backed and proud, flashes through my vision. He always wore that slightly sarcastic grin. Impatient, prone to yell, but loyal to a fault.

There was nobody but him for all the Christmases. Him and the family. I remember one of the captains dressing up as Santa Claus when I was younger and handing out gifts to all the kids. I felt like I belonged somewhere, but Mike was tethering me there. Without him, I was lost.

I stop my car in front of my apartment, almost at peace. I can almost fucking see the stars, and then Johnny’s cold face flashes in front of my vision. He bends over Mike’s hospital bed with the pillow, after bribing the nurses to look away, and holds it over Mike’s mouth.

My fingers tighten over the steering wheel so hard that I can hear the leather squeak. I can’t let it go.

I open the door and slide out, slamming the door shut before taking the steps two at a time. Beatrice suddenly flames in my vision. Looking at me with wide blue eyes. Begging me to knock her up.

I jam my keys inside the lock and burst into my apartment. My heart pounds when I see her seated at the kitchen table, waiting for me.

I know what I fucking want, and it’s her.

She gets up from the table, wearing another one of my shirts and nothing else, probably because she wants to lure me into fucking her without a condom because all of a sudden, she wants my baby.

And there’s something incredibly hot about that.

“Jack, what happened? Your shoulder!”

Fuck my shoulder.

I stride into the kitchen, blood pounding so hard I can barely hear a thing. My hand wraps in her hair and I take her mouth. Her soft lips yield under mine and she slides her arms around my neck. The bottom of the t-shirt lifts, exposing a line of her creamy stomach. My dick hardens, throbbing with an intense urge for something warm and wet. It’s just there, hidden under those thin cotton panties she’s not supposed to wear.

My fingers dig into her hair as she leans into me, her tits brushing against my chest, and then I pull back.

“I’ll give you what you want.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”