Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride novel Chapter 13

Dante's POV

Then it happened, Gia's terrified eyes locked on mine. And for a moment, she disappeared.

Replaced by the broken, beautiful face I couldn’t save. The only voice that calmed me down when I was about to crash out.

And now, as I hovered over Gia with violence pumping through my limbs, it felt like I heard her voice again, pleading.

This isn’t you…

I pulled away, even as my cock throbbed with the need to bury itself in her heat, but guilt and rage and grief crashed into me in a wave that almost made me sick.

I pushed off her, shoving myself away so fast her eyes widened in confusion.

I let out a low, bitter growl as I stood and spat through clenched teeth,

"You’d beg me to stick this cock inside you, Gia… You hear me?”

I glared down at her, my voice feral now.

"That’s a fucking promise. And only then, only when you crawl to me, desperate for it… will it ever happen."

I turned away, storming into my closet.

The silence behind me was deafening.

I grabbed a robe from the hook, slid it over my shoulders, and tied it shut.

I didn’t look back at her.

Not once.

Let her sit with what almost happened.

Let her feel what she nearly brought out of me.

She wanted to call me a monster?

Then she better be ready to meet the thing she keeps trying to awaken.

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I slammed the door behind me.

The sound echoed down the hall, but it still wasn’t loud enough to drown out the sound of her voice, those spiteful words replaying in my head like a curse.

Your touch repulses me.

I walked through the corridor, past the empty guest rooms, descended the stairs, and made my way to my office.

I kicked the door open and went straight for the decanter.

"Fuck..."

I poured a glass of scotch, filled it almost to the brim, and took a hard gulp.

"Shit…"

Shit… what had I almost done?

I let my anger consume me. I almost ripped that girl apart, physically and emotionally. But it wouldn’t have been my fault. No. That mouth of hers… it was venomous. She knew how to push every wrong trigger, to dance on the line of danger like she had no idea who I was.

But still… she was just a wounded and scared girl. And deep down, I knew I had to treat her pain differently.

Ease her into her new life, my world.

She was mine now. There was no escaping that.

I had time, power, experience. I’d break her slowly, tenderly. Make her crave my touch. Make her addicted. Make her beg.

Fuck…

She was lucky my sweet Esmeralda’s voice stopped me tonight. Even from the grave, she pulled me back from the abyss.

She always had. She was the light in my dark world, one of the precious gifts God so kindly gave to a ruthless man like me, and Vincenzo stole her. Not just from me. From our daughter too.

That bastard took the woman I loved and left me to raise a child alone in this bloody, brutal world, all because of his greed.

Lorenzo, a wretched bastard I brought into the Mafia world myself. I made him one of my trusted men, gave him a seat at the table where the rulers met when no one else would. I vouched for him, introduced him to the five clans that ran the organization.

And how did he repay me?

He betrayed me.

He stole my shipments, ran with my money, and when I finally caught up to him with a gun pressed to his head, ready to end him, my wife begged me to let him go. She believed mercy could build a new legacy, that maybe this world did not always have to be soaked in blood.

She was wrong.

This world is filled with darkness, and betrayal only speaks one language, blood.

I recovered my shipment, spared his life, and walked away.

But over the years, Lorenzo built his own army. He sold intel about my clan to the remaining clans at the table, men who were my enemies and who had always eyed my throne. And I, fool that I was, believed he wasn’t a threat.

One night, while I was out of town on business, my wife and daughter were driving back from school. They had no idea Lorenzo had joined forces with our enemies. He set up an ambush on the road, and they were attacked, like prey trapped by a predator.

The heartbreaking news reached me just as I landed. I didn’t wait. I gathered my best men, and we scoured the streets, the ports, and every known enemy base. Days passed with no leads.

Until finally, we tracked his hideout.

It was an abandoned warehouse at the edge of the city.

We stormed it, and a shootout erupted the moment we breached their walls, bullets flying like rain, but I didn’t care. I was hunting for my family.

I tore through the rooms, calling out their names, and then I saw her. My daughter. Tied up, bruised, but alive. My heart shattered as I cut her loose and lifted her into my arms.

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