The Mafia’s Forbidden Desire

ANTONIO.

I had never been so soft and tender with anyone before. But Rosalinda? She compelled me to do things that I had never imagined. She was stubborn, yet she always found a way to fill me with joy. When I told her she wouldn’t want to know what I wished for, I meant it. She wouldn’t want to know that I wished for her to be mine so I could fuck her every minute of her life. Fuck! What has she done to me?

I pushed the door to the room where Ruby was kept open, and I paused for a second to observe the surroundings. Marco wasn’t exaggerating when he called and told me that Ruby was causing a tantrum and might end up bringing the building down. She had destroyed almost everything in the room. The mirror, windows, flower vases-every breakable thing!

“Finally!” She yelled. “I have finally gotten your attention.”

A scowl masked my face as I shook my head disapprovingly. “What have you done?”

“I would continue breaking things if you don’t get me out of here.” She threatened as she approached me.

“If you want it the hard way, then I will give it to you.” I groaned, closing the distance between us.

I was beginning to lose my patience.

“Get me out of here!” She persisted as she stubbornly crossed her arms over her chest.

“Sit.” I ordered, my eyes growing darker, but she didn’t budge.

“Sit!” I repeated, my voice firmer.

“Get me out of here.” She insisted, refusing to feel intimidated by me.

A call came in, and I let out a sigh as I drifted my attention to my phone and picked up the call. A call I had been expecting.

“Vito.” I said into the phone.

“All set, boss.” Vito informed me, and I nodded.

I slid my phone into my pocket before turning on the screen of the tablet I had on my other hand.

“Hello.” Ruby waved at my face, calling my attention to her. “I believe I am talking here. Let me go.”

I glanced at the screen of the tablet for a second before slowly turning it to face Ruby so that she could get a view of it.

“Why are you showing-” She trailed off the second her brain registered what was on the screen. Her mouth fell agape, and she blinked her eyes repeatedly.

“Please-please-no.” Her lips trembled as she continued staring at the screen. “Please don’t. What do you want?”

“You know what I want. You either spill or you’ll lose them. Your parents’ are just an order away from losing their lives.” I stated firmly.

I didn’t want things to get to that point, but she pushed me. If she had just told me what I wanted to know earlier, she would have been free a very long time ago, and I wouldn’t have had to result in that. I had ordered Vito to go to Ruby’s parent’s house and point a gun at her parents to threaten her. Luckily, her parents’ windows were open, and they were visible through the window, so Vito didn’t have to traumatise them by pointing the gun directly at them. He just pointed at them from a distance.

“I would confess.” She said shakily, tears streaming down her face. “I know who Carlo is.”

I nodded, encouraging her to continue.

“But I swear to God, you have to believe me. I don’t know who his father is. Rosa didn’t tell me. She said it was too embarrassing. Please don’t kill my parents, please. You have to believe me.” She cried, frightened.

I squinted my eyes as I observed her. She didn’t seem to be lying. If she knew anything about Carlo’s father, she would have said it the second she saw the gun pointed at her parents.

“She is my best friend, and we tell each other everything, but that is the only thing she hasn’t told me. Please believe me. I don’t know who Carlo’s father is. I asked her several times, but she refused to tell me, so I just gave up. Please, please, please don’t kill my parents.” She continued, terrified, desperately trying to make me believe.

I believed her.

I blew out a sharp breath before tugging my phone out of my pocket and dialling Vito’s number.

“Abort the mission and come back.” I ordered and ended the call immediately.

Ruby let out a sigh of relief before collapsing to the ground and continuing to cry.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“You can go after cleaning yourself. One of my men would drop you off. Remember, you are not to mention what happened to anyone. Not even Rosalinda.” I warned, staring intently into her eyes to get the message across, and she nodded vigorously. “If words get out, I will find you. Not only you. Your parents and everyone related to you would be affected. Understood?”

“Yes.” She whimpered.

“And don’t even try to report to the police. That would be the beginning of your doom because I would get myself out of whatever mess you try to put me in and hunt you.”

“Please don’t hurt my parents. Please.” She pleaded, the horror in her being evident through her voice.

“Your parent’s lives are in your hands, Ruby.” I said, my voice suddenly getting softer. “I won’t hurt them as long as you keep your lips sealed.”

“I promise not to mention anything to anyone.” She assured me, and I nodded.

She better keep to her words.

Plastering a small smile on my face, I extended my hand to her to help her up. “I am sorry for the inconveniences, Ruby. I truly apologise.”

Confusion masked her features as she stared at me, puzzled. She quickly collected herself after a few seconds and nodded reluctantly.

But she didn’t take my hand; instead, she clasped her hands and quickly averted her gaze.

As I stared at her pitiful figure, thoughts of Rosalinda suddenly crossed my mind, and I wondered what her reaction would be if she ever found out about all the things I did to Ruby. I sincerely hoped she never got her memory back, because if she did, she would remember that Ruby was kidnapped and might end up finding out that I was the culprit. I couldn’t have the woman I wanted hating me. We just got along, and I wanted things to remain that way.

“Boss.” Marco called, knocking on the door. “You have a visitor.”

“At this time?” I asked as I glanced at my wristwatch. It was late, and I wasn’t expecting anyone.

Glancing at Ruby, I assured her. “You don’t have to live your life in fear. I would never come for you or your parents as long as you kept your mouth shut.”

She nodded in response, still visibly terrified.

I stared at her for a few more seconds before turning around and making my way out of the room.

“Who is it?” I asked Marco as we walked down the hallway.

“Sofia. Your fiancé.” He revealed, and my forehead creased.

“What is she doing here? And who is she with?” I asked, surprised.

He shrugged slightly. “I am as clueless as you are.”

I blew out an exasperated breath. “Where is she?”

“Living room.” He told me, and I began to make my way there.

She was seated on one of the couches when I got there. Sighting me, she quickly rose to her feet and approached me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked impatiently.

“I need to discuss something with you.” She told me, and I raised a questioning brow.

“What? And did you come here alone?”

“I snuck out.” She confessed, causing a small frown to mask my features.

“Why are you here?” I demanded, my eyes darkening.

“I know-” She suddenly trailed off, her eyes widening as she looked past my shoulders.

“Ruby?” She called, confused, her gaze glued to her. “What are you doing here?”

Shit!