Owned by the Italian Mafia Don: Chapter 6
Owned by the Italian Mafia Don: A Dark Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance (Possessive Mafia Kings Book 2)
Seeing her so angry brings me so much enjoyment. Sheâs so angry when sheâs given the options. I see fury, lust, and uncertainty, but itâs the want that has me wishing I could bend her over right here and now, to give her a taste of what sheâd be signing up for.
Iâd never force her to have sex with me. Iâm not that kind of man. If her way of giving me an heir means we go to a doctor, then thatâs what it means.
I wouldnât be lying if I said I hope she changes her mind. I bet having the privilege of being inside her would be one of the best gifts I would ever receive. Iâm pulled to her. I already crave her. She maddens me and humors me, tempts me, and tests me, all in a short period of time.
If she can do that now, what could she do to me in a day? A month, a year?
I want to find out.
âIâm not playing this game with you.â She stabs her fingers into my wounded shoulder, and I grunt. âYouâre an ass. Youâre using your power to get what you want. You only want a hole to warm your dick and Iâm not going to be that for you. Youâre twisting my horrible situation into something that will only be for your gain.â
I growl as the pain pulses down my arm. âLet me make something crystal clear,â I begin. âI can have a hole, as you so crudely call it. I donât want any woman. I want you. I want to help you. Youâre in a position that needs help, powerful help. Iâm a man in the highest of places. You canât get better protection than me. Of course, I want something out of it. Itâs called a business deal, not a late-night booty call. If I wanted to fuck, I would fuck, but shockingly, Iâm not the kind of man to stick it in every passing woman I see. I want you. Iâm using your position so I can have you, yes. Iâm your chance at freedom. Iâm your chance for your family to be safe. Iâm your chance for so many other things. Do you want to take that chance, or do you want to do this on your own? You do not have much time, Rosie. It wonât be long before Bianchi finds out who you are.â
I watch her hand under the desk sheâs leaning against, moving until it finds what she is looking for. I hear the click of a button and rub a hand over my mouth, trying to hide my smile.
Sheâs smart.
âYou can press that button all you want, Tesoro. No one is going to come and help you. My men disabled your security before we came into the building. The only person who can help you right now is yourself.â
The muscle in her jaw flexes and she glances away from me, her fingers curling around the edge of the counter.
âWell, youâve thought of everything, havenât you?â
I grin wolfishly, wanting to make her feel like sheâs been caught as prey. âI have. When the contract is up, youâre free to go. Youâll have your freedom. Your family will be safe. Youâll have money. And you wonât be a criminal â a murderer yes, but not a criminal.â
She charges forward and her nostrils flare. âFuck. You.â
âYou said you wouldnât,â I sigh, letting the words go on longer than needed.
Sheâs pissed. Those bright blue eyes burn as the color of the hottest point of flame. âI donât like to feel trapped and thatâs exactly what youâre doing.â
âIs it? How? Iâm giving you an amazing deal.â I sound offended and in part, I am. Iâd never trap anyone. This is a business deal. We both get something out of this. I make my family happy, my blood lives on and all that shit, and she isnât in jail. Itâs a win-win situation.
âYouâre forcing meââ
I crowd her space, gripping her by the back of the head by her neck so she canât move away from me. She tries to pull away, but she canât.
âNow youâre trapped,â I growl, bending down while I tilt her head back. âMake no mistake, Rosie. If I wanted you locked in a basement with no way out, I would. That is being trapped. You are making an agreement. An agreement that comes to an end. Donât forget that.â I push her against the counter, my pelvis aligned with hers. Rosieâs hands push against my chest, but my strength overpowers hers. âAnd let me make one thing very fucking clear, I am not forcing you to do anything. I am giving you the options you already know about. You know youâre fucked, and without me, youâll be as good as dead along with the rest of your family. I do not force anyone to go into business with me. If you want to take the chance on your own out there, by all means, go. My offer is only happening once. One time. Thatâs it. If you say no, Iâm walking out that door and every opportunity I gave you will be gone. If I were you, Iâd start thinking smarter and stop being so stubborn. You were messy last night. You put yourself in this situation, but I wouldnât give you up to the damn law, no,â I chuckle, squeezing her neck just as I curl my lip, capturing her eyes with mine. âIâd let Bianchi hunt you down. Thatâs worse than any punishment the law could give you.â I let her go, but my arms move only to cage her in.
My hands fall on hers where sheâs gripping the counter. Mine engulf hers, reminding me that while her body might be small and delicate, fragile even, her intelligence, attitude, and spite are far from any of those things.
Sheâs strong and she loves a good fight.
I respect that.
âAnd after the child? You expect me to give him or her up and walk away as if I donât love my own flesh and blood?â Her voice breaks at the thought, her eyes glistening with tears. âI canât do that.â
âI would never expect you to.â I cup her cheek. âThat is something we can work out if you choose not to stay.â
She snorts. âIâm not staying longer than I have to with you, Mr. Milazzo.â
âYes, well, we will see about that, wonât we?â
âI donât know,â she says, ripping her hands from underneath mine to rub her temples. âCan I have time to think about it? How do you expect me to make this kind of decision so fast? Youâre asking me to give a year of my life to play wife and give you a child. You are asking me to give up my body. Iâll change. Pregnancy isnât easy, you know. Not that Iâve ever experienced it, but Iâve seen it.â
My eyes soften, knowing her concern is valid. Pregnancy isnât easy. I saw what growing a life does to a womanâs body thanks to Carmineâs wife. Her hips were wider, she gained weight, her ankles were swollen, and she was very moody, especially when she saw the stretch marks appearing when she was pregnant for the second time.
âI know, which is why anything and everything youâll need will be covered financially. You wonât have to worry about medical bills. Iâll get you the best of everything.â My eyes roam down her body and I donât hide the attraction I feel for her. âI bet youâll look even more stunning pregnant.â
Her cheeks redden and she turns away from me. I press two fingers to her jaw and force her to look at me. âIâm not a man who is disgusted by a pregnant woman. I love what the womanâs body goes through to make a life. I know it isnât easy, but I doubt having a child of your own would have your beauty diminish.â
âYouâre only trying to sweet talk me,â she whispers.
âMaybe I am,â I say with a slight tilt of my head. âOr maybe Iâm telling the truth.â
âCan I have time to think about this?â Her throat bobs when she gulps then her hands push gently against my chest. âAnd can you take a step away from me? I canât think when youâre so close.â
âDoes my nearness bother you, Tesoro?â
If any look in the world would say Iâm stupid, itâs the one sheâs giving me now. Her chin is tilted down, eyes peering up through her lashes, and she appears to be done with me.
âDonât be an idiot. You know youâre attractive and youâre using it to your advantage in hopes I say yes. I might not like you and I definitely am not going to have sex with you, but I will say I recognize a good-looking guy. Youâre okay. Not my type, but a solid seven.â
My brows raise and my twin brother chuckles as he stands by the window, so does Gianni.
âIs that so? A seven?â
âAny more than that would inflate your ego and I doubt you need that,â she says, crossing her arms over her chest. âSince you think a woman is just going to sign away her life to you without a second thought, it deserves you to get knocked down a peg or two.â
A surprised laugh escapes me. I donât think Iâve ever met anyone like her. âWell, youâll have to excuse me for giving you options. Unfortunately, you donât have much time to think about it.â
âCan I have the night?â she grits through her teeth, feral like a wolf.
âYou want to risk a night?â I know for a fact Bianchi will find her quicker than she thinks. Honestly, Iâm shocked he hasnât already.
âI donât think Bianchi will find me, but I need to think this over. Youâre asking me to change my entire life.â
âRosie, your entire life changed the moment you stepped inside that club last night. Your entire life changed when your brother stole from Bianchi. Nothing will be the same after this. Itâs up to you to decide how you want to adapt to this situation. Waiting around could get you killed, or you are with me, and I can protect you and your family.â
âWhat kind of power do you have that Bianchi doesnât? Who says Iâm safer with you than on my own? Arenât you both the same?â
âNo,â I clip, yet sounding confident. âFirst, donât ever compare me to that man. Milazzos are much classier, and we do our best to balance the law. We donât hurt women either. We donât sell them as if they are cattle.â
She gasps in horror. âThey do that, and you havenât done anything?â
âDoing something takes more time than you think. Milazzos run this city and always have, Tesoro. We have power in very high places while Bianchi has power in very low places. Take your pick.â I spread my arms out.
âRight. Take a chance on one devil or the other,â she murmurs.
My phone buzzes and itâs an update by one of my men following her brother. I turn my phone around and show her my screen. âThis is the kind of man I am. See that? Thatâs your brother. I have one of my best marksmen following him. I could kill him. Right here and now. My world will spin to go on another day but yours wonât. Thatâs how easy it is for a man like me to ruin your life, but I wonât because Iâm not Bianchi; but if I can find you and your brother, so can he. You have ten minutes to decide or Iâm going to walk out those doors, kill your brother, and deliver his body to Bianchi. Iâll have an alliance for life if I do that.â
âIt wouldnât mean shit without the stone,â she seethes, big wells of tears threatening to spill over her eyes. âAnd I wonât give it to you.â
âYou mean, that stone?â I point to Gianni, and she turns around quickly, the round curve of her ass pressing against my groin. I bend down while she begins to breathe heavily and whisper, âYou see, while you were fighting with me, Gianni slipped in the back, found the same purse you used last night, and plucked it right out. You should be smarter, Tesoro. You should have hidden the stone.â
She spins around. âGive the stone back.â
âI donât think so,â I pout as if it bothers me not to give in and help her. âBut I will once you decide.â
âYou arenât making your case any better by going through my things. You donât respect privacy.â
âNo, I donât. Not when your life is hanging in my hands. And you can fight that all you like, but you know the truth. I bet you couldnât sleep last night because of the things you have done, what your brother did, and trying to figure out your life from here on out.â I brush my thumb under her eye where the dark circles shadow her face. âI slept like a fucking baby. You and your issues werenât on my mind at all.â Thatâs not true. I thought of her eyes, lips, and that body squeezed into the tight dress. I fucked my fist until my orgasm sent me to sleep. âThatâs the difference between us, Rosie. Iâm a man capable of sleeping without regrets while youâre someone who falls asleep with them.â
âI donât fall asleep with regrets. Youâre wrong,â she says proudly, the determination in her eyes is almost strong enough to hide the sweet little lie.
âNo? You mean you donât stay awake at night, going over every single step you made throughout the day, wondering how and why you missed your opportunity to make your dreams come true? Thereâs Rosie, taking care of everyone, all the time, and no one is taking care of her. Mom and Dad do nothing but sit on their ass while you bust yours. You think about how much you hate them. You love them, but you donât like them. You canât stand how lazy they have become. You canât stand that they donât take care of your brother. Oh your sweet little brother, trying so hard to help you, but canât seem to make the right decisions. You regret not standing up for yourself sooner. You regret not getting out of this fucking store that barely makes a dollar. You regret every choice you have ever made to lead you to this moment.â
Her bottom lip trembles as puddles swim in her eyes, but her jaw is set, and anger ignites that stubborn soul. Before I can move away from her, her palm meets my cheek, and my skin begins to burn.
âFuck you for thinking youâre so much better than me. Fuck you for looking into my life without permission. And fuck you for thinking you know me well enough to conclude that I regret my family. I love them.â
I rub the side of my face and hold up my hand to stop Matias from killing the sweet girl. âItâs fine, Matias. Sheâs only protecting herself.â
A tear drips onto her cheek but her resolve and strength donât change.
âHow dare you find out information about my family. You had no right to invade my personal life. I donât know you and maybe some of the things you found out are true, but it doesnât change anything for me. I know my place in life and this is it.â
I growl in disagreement, invading her personal space again, not caring how much she hates it. âThatâs where youâre wrong. You deserve so much more than the life you have settled for, and I can be the reason it changes. Iâll even give you the stone again. You can have it. Iâll make it part of the agreement.â
She lifts a brow. âI can keep it?â
âI donât need the money. You do. And if it makes you feel safer knowing it is in your possession, then it is yours and I wonât tell Bianchi you have it. Iâm a man of my word, Rosie. I wouldnât be who I am if I didnât.â
âOkay,â she drawls out, still sounding unsure. She exhales, running her fingers through her curls.
God, I want to touch them. They look so soft and wild. I want to mess them up only to watch them spring into place.
âAnd my family would be safe?â
âThe safest,â I promise, heart thundering at the thought of her accepting my offer.
âAnd if I give you a child, you wonât keep him or her from me?â
I rear back, offended. âIâd never keep a mother from her child. Ever.â I lift her chin, so she meets my eyes, and her exhaustion is so loud through her defeated stare, I feel it in my bones. She wants to give in, but her morals still have a tight grip on her decision-making.
Bianchi isnât as smart as me and he doesnât use resources like I do, doesnât have them like I have, but if I was able to find Rosie, it is only a matter of time before he does.
âAnd let me make something very clear, Tesoro.â I grip the slight curve of her chin harder, and she jerks her head back, so with my free hand, I wrap it around the back of her neck to keep her still. âHit me again,â my nostrils flare at the thought and my cock threatens to rise âAnd I will bend you over my lap and spank your ass until you canât sit for a week.â
âYou wouldnât.â
âTry me,â my voice deepens on a threatening rasp.
âI think I hate you more than I hate the situation my familyâs in.â
âIâll live.â
It doesnât mean I have to like her hating me, though.