Owning the Mafia Don

Lucien

Seeing the look passing between them seemed to send Oleg into a murderous rage.

He moved his hand further down and twisted her arm painfully and Proserpina screamed in pain, bending double with the cruelty of his treatment.

‘Lucien!!!’ she cried and he moved forward.

‘Not so fast Delano!’ Oleg shouted ‘or I shoot your pregnant wh*re!’

He turned and began to drag her away, preparing to escape down the corridor. Proserpina was on the floor, resisting him, a hand on her large belly as she sobbed,

“No! No!’, she was now screaming in agony.

Lucien was bellowing in rage and terror as he tried to move ahead, to get to her,

“Don’t hurt her! Leave her you *****! Proserpina!!! Proserpina!’

He continued to fire at the cordon of men who had appeared before Oleg, to allow him to leave through the hole that had been created by their grenades in the passage.

But when Oleg stopped to look at Lucien, his lips drawn back in a snarl, Lucien halted.

“One more shot you people fire will cause this little wh*re to be maimed. Or I might shoot at her belly.’

There was conviction in his eyes as he said it and Lucien immediately raised a trembling hand to his people.

“Stop!’ he shouted hoarsely. “Stop firing!’

Lucien gazed in impotent rage. He knew they had precious moments left. The air ambulance could be seen on the ground outside. The large, gaping hole which Oleg’s men had created with their explosion ensured that Oleg could get Proserpina into the aircraft and spirit her away in no time at all.

Mad with rage and the knowledge that his woman had suffered intensely because of him, he ploughed into the melee, ignoring the frantic shouts from Danielle and Aiyana’s furious yells. Smoke rose in clouds around them but his eyes were fixed on her, the woman he loved.

***

Proserpina

The sight of my lover made my heart swell with love. He looked fierce some, the grey beard on his face, his eyes wild with anger, softening to tenderness when they rested on me.

And the fury that leapt into his cold grey eyes when he saw the state I was in.

I sobbed,

“Lucien!’ but all that came out was a whisper.

He shot me a look of love and I felt the familiar longing to be in his arms, to be held by the only man I had ever loved in my life…

I cried out as Oleg twisted my arm cruelly, making me scream as the pain shot up my arm. My head fell back.

And I felt my body sag as I could not hold myself upright anymore. His gun was trained on my temple and heard the terrifying sound of the gun being cocked and I knew that he would shoot me in a flash.

***

Lucien

He kept seeing her smile, that beautiful, brave smile on his lovely woman’s face as she had gazed at him.

The love shone out from her battered face.

The split lip, the bruise on her face, her limp body.

He felt tears coursing down his face mingling with the sweat and the blood. He had been hit but he went on, shooting, crazed.

“OLEG!” he roared, ‘OLEG you filthy son of a b*tch!’

***

Proserpina

Oleg dragged me for a distance, his men surrounding us, shielding me from my husband. I was too weary to stand and I wept as I felt the skin on my thighs being flayed, torn as I was pulled along. Patches of the carpeted floor had been torn up and the hard stone flooring tore into my legs, my thighs as Oleg pulled me along, swearing, cursing at me. I shook my head desperately.

“Please, I begged, ‘Please, let me be…Please.’

He cursed again in his language but I was barely aware.

***

Lucien

The muscular man ahead of him was now trying to force Proserpina to her feet, there was blood on the floor where he had dragged her.

HER blood thought Lucien as he limped forward, dragging his leg. A bullet had torn into his thigh but he was scarcely conscious of it.

“OLEG!!!”

He thundered, his voice carrying over the sound of the gunfire in the background.

The man was hampered by Proserpina who was groaning, her body a dead weight on the ground as he dragged her.

‘F*ck you, Delano!’ shouted the man, his shaven head glistening with sweat.

And then, his eyes gleaming devilishly, he called out,

“I have enjoyed her pu*sy.’ His eyes gleamed malevolently as he turned to look at Lucien.

‘She was heavy with child but I have used her, Delano. Remember that. I and my men. We have ridden your wh*re.’

He ran his tongue wetly over his thick lips as he enjoyed the flash of fury, of uncontrollable rage that swept across Lucien Delano’s features.

***

Proserpina

I shook my head feebly, helplessly.

“No,’ I moaned, “No…’ but it came out as a whisper.

***

Lucien

They had now reached the end of the passageway. The yawning hole ahead showed the first streaks of daylight and beyond that stood a terrified-looking ambulance staff member who had a man aiming a gun at him.

The aircraft looked ready to leave and Lucien felt a huge darkness descend on him.

So close and yet so far.

He was going to have to watch as Oleg took his wife away, before his very eyes.

By now, they must have got wind of Tristan Lord’s ploy. So she would be handed over to another man or men…

Oleg still had his gun trained on Proserpina and that alone stopped Lucien, the knowledge that the man could shoot his wife there, before his eyes… The man dragged Proserpina upright, holding her to his chest, facing Lucien. The gun was positioned at her temple, his arm around her throat.

Face white with tension and triumph, Oleg laughed raucously.

Then he turned, his back flanked by two men who had their guns trained on Lucien.

Suddenly it felt as though Proserpina would never be in his arms again. She turned to look at him, a small desperate white face, her eyes streaming with tears.

Her mouth formed the words,

“LUCIEN!’

“You want to see her die, old man?’ Is that what you want?’ Eh?’ Oleg laughed.

Then he raised his voice and issued his ultimatum.

“If you want to see her leave from here, alive, HOLD YOUR FIRE!’

“Stop firing!’ Lucien roared at Aiyana and Danielle and the men with him.

His voice was tinged with panic and fear. He would not let this man kill his wife. He was torn and his shoulders slumped.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Her eyes, large and brown, were streaming as she cried out his name, too weak to speak loudly.

‘LUCIEN!

Helpless and yet overcome with rage, Lucien stood still, his arms hanging limply by his side, knowing he could not shoot because it would mean the death of his beloved wife.

As Oleg turned, a figure emerged from the opening, stepping across the hole with aplomb, dashing as ever.

Tall and lean, blonde hair mussed, three days scruff on his face making him appear more debonair than ever.

James Schwartz stepped out through the smoke behind them, his face a travesty of his usual handsome demeanour.

The elegant sniper’s eyes gleamed with passion as he stood, taking aim before firing.

At once, Aiyana stepped forward and in that instant, guns began emptying on both sides. Lucien only heard the one-shot; a single shot ringing out, taking the man square in his chest. Then, even as Oleg reeled in shock, the second bullet hit him on his forehead. He fell to the floor, eyes wide open in astonishment.

It all happened swiftly, so soon that Oleg barely had time to comprehend what was happening before he fell down, dead.

The accuracy was amazing and only one man had the capability to do that.

Handsome James.