Married to the mafia boss Series

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I must have fallen asleep waiting for Angelo. My book is open on my lap, the lamp still on beside me. The clock tells me in nearly three in the morning. I start worrying what he’s doing. Is he still at the office or has he forgotten about me already and is with another girl at his club?

I don’t want to think about the worst case scenario but I can’t help it. I begin feeling foolish for coming here. I fear his rejection, I fear he won’t be as happy as I will be to see him. What if I truly was just someone to fuck? What if he manipulated me to believe that he loved me? It’s plausible, he’s a Mafia Don, they’re cruel and all they care about is power and control.

The little voice in my head won’t stop telling me that he didn’t even try to find a way for us to be together. He accepted defeat, he gave me up too easily. He gave me up by shoving me to my father. No hesitation.

I start to pace the room trying to clear my head of pessimistic thoughts, but I can’t. I wipe the tears from eyes and head toward the door. I shouldn’t be here, I can’t go through him abandoning me again. Rushing down the hall I see movement downstairs. I duck below the bannister and watch them through the bars.

That’s not Angelo. It’s the two idiots; Piero and Christian. I thought they didn’t know where he lives. They start turning his place upside down, searching through drawers, under the couch cushions, and any other hiding places they can stick their hands in. What are they looking for? I wish I could hear as they start shouting at each other. They look frustrated, desperate almost.

Where is Angelo? Could they have hurt him? Interrogated him to get his address and elevator code? Could he be dead?

They start walking up the stairs and I panic running back into Angelo’s bedroom shutting and locking the door. I start moving his dresser in front of it. Shit, I’m screwed. I stack as much weight to the door as possible. I can’t hear if there banging on the door, but I can see the dresser shaking. They must have heard me moving the furniture or shutting the door. The doorknob starts juggling. It’s only a matter of time before they break down the door or find a key or something.

My breathing picks up and I decide to hide in Angelo’s closet behind his suits. I’m shaking, petrified. I can’t hear a thing, I don’t know if they’re still trying to break the door down or have given up. In just a few minutes they could have it broken down. I close my eyes tight hoping they don’t find me.

I breathe in and out through my mouth. I try to stay as quiet as possible but I’m unsure if my shifting from foot to foot is making a creaking sound, or if my breathing is too loud.

Through the thin crack of the wardrobe, I can see shadows moving. They’re in and they’re close. I put my hand over my mouth as I feel a cry tickling the back of my throat. Please don’t find me, I repeat over and over to myself. Angelo’s men may be idiots, but they’re the worst kind. They find fun in wickedness and enjoy abusing those below their power. I remember the gestures they made to me back when I was in the dungeon. Without a locked cell keeping me safe, I fear I may suffer the same fate as my mother.

The wardrobe swings open and I yelp. Christian has a Cheshire Cat grin and is shaking his head as if he can’t believe who he is looking at. They talk unknowing that I can’t understand them. Christian grabs me by the arms and pulls me out of the wardrobe. I fight him as hard as I can but there’s no use. He throws me onto the ground and Piero stands over me laughing, looking most pleased with their discovery.

I spit at his feet. If what I think is going to happen, I won’t go down without putting up the fight of my life. I refuse to give into anything the idiots want.

I can’t make out much of what they’re saying, but the words, ‘Did he fuck you?’ come out plain as day. My eyes widen. They collectively nod their heads and say yes. Piero asks me if I liked it along with more harassing. I start to scramble away from them but two hands lock on my ankles and drag me back to them. I’m so close to them as they start to hover over me. The air in the room dangerous and I feel as though I can no longer breathe properly. All I can smell is their rancid breath. Their presence is suffocating me as they continue to close the distance until their bodies are inches away from mine.

I’m met with a brief reprieve as they start to fight with each other. Probably over who will play with their ‘new toy’ first. I use it as a distraction to escape, but I guess they’re too smart for that. Christian captures me around my waist and throws me onto the bed. I panic again, I’d rather be anywhere else than the bed. The bed does not mean good news. With men like Piero and Christian the bed means one thing and I’d rather die than have their grimy hands on me.