The Mafia’s Forbidden Desire

ANTONIO Rebecca-a girl I used to fuck and toy with as I saw fit. But ever since my feelings for Rosalinda grew so wild that they became impossible to control, every atom of attraction I had towards other women withered away. She became the only one I could react to. The only one I ever loved. I couldn’t touch other girls without getting irritated. And so, I did away with every woman I used to fuck, including Rebecca. But she had refused to let go, persistently asking me to take her back, as she couldn’t do without me. I had warned her to stay away from me, but she never listened, perhaps because I had been gentle on her because she was a woman. But that was a mistake I regretted. Because of my gentleness, she had the nerve to lay naked in my room, causing Rosalinda to see her. “Who is she?” Rebecca asked as she slowly sat up, fondling her breasts with both hands in a futile attempt to seduce me. There was nothing she could do that would work on me. She looked just like an irritating log of wood before my eyes. “My wife!” I asserted, my nose flaring as anger rose to the surface. I had just reconciled with Rosalinda after a week of being away from her, and with Rebecca being here, trying to jeopardise every progress we’ve made was making my blood boil with anger. “What?!” She exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise. “When did you get married?” “I won’t repeat myself. Get up, wear your clothes, and get out of my house to never return.” I muttered in a low, menacing tone, my intimidating eyes staring directly into hers. “Antonio, I-” “You know what I’m capable of.” I cut her off with a threat. Her eyes flashed with a hint of fear as she scrambled out of bed and slipped inside her skimpy dress. She might have had the opportunity to have me fuck her, but she knew who I was. What I was capable of doing. Regardless of that knowledge, she still stood in the middle of the room after she had dressed up, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at me with hopeful eyes. “Please. I can’t do without you.” She cried. I sighed, walked to my closet, and slipped into a pair of grey sweatpants and a matching shirt. Rosalinda just stood there, with her arms folded across her chest, as she watched us in utter and complete silence. Her silence was suffocating, as I had no idea what was going on in her head. I walked to where Rebecca stood, grabbed her arm with one hand, and began to drag her out of the room. “Antonio please!” She cried desperately. “Shut the fuck up!” I groaned and shook her aggressively. Her voice, presence, and everything about her irritated the fuck out of me. I didn’t know how she did it, but she suddenly managed to free herself from my grip and ran towards Rosalinda. “It’s all because of you, right?” She accused her with so much bitterness as she tried to slap her, but Rosalinda was quick enough to catch her hand midair, her eyes blazing with fury. “Try it again, and you won’t get to keep your hands anymore.” Rosalinda threatened, her demeanour darkening in a way I had never witnessed. I hated to put her in that situation. I grabbed Rebecca’s hand, this time securing it in a way that she wouldn’t be able to free herself, and dragged her out of the room. “Antonio please. What does she have that I don’t have? I’ll do anything. Please. I beg you.” She cried and pleaded desperately, like some crazy woman. I wondered how she could be so obsessed with me when I never treated her like anything other than a sex toy. I felt the littlest pity for her, but I couldn’t reciprocate what she had for me, as my feelings towards her at the moment were pure disgust. My heart was for one person, and one person alone. We ran into Vito in the corridor, and he narrowed his eyes in confusion as he stared at us. “Boss,” he briefly glanced at Rebecca, who was seriously trying to free herself from my grip, crying, before settling his gaze on me. “Do you-” “Take care of her.” I interjected, handing her over to him. His grip tight on her arm, he asked. “Like, kill her?” “Fuck, no!” I hissed. “Take her far away from here and ask the men at the gate never to let her in again.” Without uttering more words, I turned around and began to walk away from them. “Please don’t do this to me!” She screamed with so much desperation, but I didn’t bother to look at her. “Antonio.” Marco’s voice blurred into hers, and I turned to see him approaching. He glanced at Rebecca for a second, a frown on his face, before returning his attention to me. “We need to talk.” He told me as he continued walking towards me. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it can wait.” I told him before continuing on my way. I had a lot of explanations to give to Rosalinda, and she couldn’t wait. I needed to appease my woman. “We need more supplies for-” “It can wait!” I stated with finality as I pushed our bedroom door open and slipped inside. She was already dressed in her red silk nightgown with black lace edges when I entered. The fierce look on her face made me tense. “You have to believe me. Nothing is going on between-” “I don’t want to hear it.” She interjected, pressing her legs tightly together, tensed. My heart raced at the thought of going through the dark phase I was in when she left me for a week all over again. This woman was my weakness. It was safe to say that she was my life, and I couldn’t live without her. I couldn’t be separated from her, not anymore. “There is nothing going on between us.” I persisted, sitting on the bed beside her. “But you used to fuck her.” She gritted. “Before I fell in love with you.” I countered. “How many women have you been with since we became a thing?” She asked, her eyes looking everywhere but in my direction. “No one. You are the only one I want.” I assured her.

“No one?” She asked.

“No one.” I assured again. She sighed, and a long stretch of uncomfortable silence ensued between us before she finally muttered. “What happened today should never repeat itself.” “Never.” I promised. A knock sounded on the door, and Marco’s voice echoed from behind the door. “Boss. I just got some news. It’s urgent.” I didn’t want to pay attention to him, but the worries that seeped through his voice were concerning. I glanced at Rosalinda, unsure whether to leave her or not, but she gave me an approving nod, assuring me that I could go. Placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, I stood up and headed towards the door, ready to kill Marco if whatever he wanted to say wasn’t as important as he seemed to be. “Antonio.” My woman called just as I placed my hand on the door knob. I turned to look at her. “Let’s have the wedding. But not tomorrow. Next tomorrow. I can’t wait to be legally yours.” She breathed. I didn’t know the type of thought she had that led her to that conclusion, but I was glad she had it. That news just made my fucking night. I nodded, a satisfactory smile consuming my face, before turning around and slipping out of the room. Marco was standing just in front of the room. I glared at him, annoyed that he interrupted my moment with Rosalinda. “It better be worth it.” The troubled look masking his features immediately put me on my toes. “What is it?” I immediately asked. “The shipment that arrived today got busted. Someone alerted the Federals, and all our products have been seized. One of our men got killed in the process, and one was seriously injured.” Rage boiled through my veins, and my chest threatened to explode from the intense pressure of the anger. “Find out who ratted us out.” Whoever the person was, he was a dead man already. I would never forgive anyone for making me lose products that were worth millions. “Check this out.” He said, handing me a piece of paper. “A mail from Diego Romano that was sent this morning.” Without hesitation, I snatched it from his hand and unfolded the paper. “Payback.” Was the only thing written on the note. “Fuck! Damn it!” I groaned, my rage controlling me as I ripped the paper into many pieces before punching aggressively into the wall.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.