The Mafia’s Forbidden Desire

ANTONIO

Camilla quickly disentangled herself from Marco. Their gazes were down, avoiding eye contact with me.

Rage saturated my entire being as I ventured further into the room.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“My sister?” I yelled, folding a fist and attacking Marco’s face with it.

He staggered backwards due to the impact and placed his palm over his face.

I inched closer to him to throw another punch at him, but Camilla was quick to stand between us, blocking me with her body.

“Get out of my way!” I growled.

“No, Antonio. Stop it!” She retorted strongly.

“Get out of my way!” I growled again, glaring at Marco with murderous intent.

“What do you want to do? Kill him?” She challenged.

I shifted her out of my way and punched Marco hard in the stomach. I tried to hit him again, but before I could, Camilla stood in my way again.

“Antonio, please! What is his crime?” She yelled, tears already forming in her eyes.

“Messing around with you.” I replied firmly. “Tell me, has he slept with you?”

An awkward silence ensued, and that gave me my answer. He had definitely slept with her. I would fucking kill him.

I pushed her out of my way, but she adamantly clung to my arm before I could get to Marco.

“Antonio, please!” She cried. “We love each other.”

“Love?” I scoffed.

“Yes, Antonio. Love. People find love in many places. Unexpected places. Just like you found love in that girl.”

“Do not bring her into this, Camilla.” I growled lowly.

“Why won’t I?” She replied defiantly. “I love Marco, brother. And he loves me too. Please, allow us to love each other. I cannot do without him.”

“For how long has this been going on?”? I asked.

“Almost a year now.” She told me.

“Almost a year and-” I charged for Marco again, but my stubborn sister stood in my way once again.

“Please don’t kill him.” She pleaded desperately.

I looked at her for a second before glancing at Marco and looking back at her. I could see how scared she was of losing Marco through her eyes. Truth be told, I couldn’t lose Marco either. He wasn’t just my underboss; he was also my best friend. I could never kill him.

But I was livid-extremely livid-that he had been sleeping with my sister under my roof while I was oblivious to it.

I didn’t know what to do about him. The decision was hard for me to make, especially when I needed him in this dire time. I trusted him the most out of all my men.? I couldn’t do away with him. Not now.

Blowing out a frustrated breath, I pointed my index finger at both of them and warned. “Stay away from each other pending when I decide what to do with the both of you.”

I settled my gaze on Marco. “I want to never see you with her anymore. If not-”

I trailed off, my nose flaring. I didn’t know what I’d do to him if I ever saw him with my sister again. Fuck. I hated that I cared about the motherfucker so much. He was like family to me.

With frustration pulling on my chest, I turned around and stormed out of the room.

I couldn’t even tell him about the safe house I wanted him to prepare. I couldn’t stand talking with him at that moment, and he was the only one I could trust with the task. Now, I had to do the job myself.

The moment I took a turn down the hall, I bumped into Rosalinda.

“Ahh. Thank Goodness.” She sighed in relief. “I have been looking for you.”

“What happened?” I asked.

“Why did you dash out like that? We were discussing, and you just-” she sighed. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No.” I replied sharply.

I began to walk away from her because I didn’t want to have that conversation with her. Rage was boiling within me already, and I didn’t want her to add to it with the ‘he’s not your son’ talk.

“You look stressed out.” She observed as she followed closely behind me.

“I am stressed out.” I affirmed.

“Is it about the other time? I’m sorry if I-”

I cut her off. “It’s not about you, Rosalinda.”

“Then what happened?” She asked curiously.

I came to a stop in front of my room, our room, and pushed the door open, slipping inside. She followed me inside.

“What happened?” She asked again.?”Are you okay?”

I sighed, then went ahead to tell her about Marco and Camilla.

After I was done, she sighed and closed the distance between us.

“You know-” She began as she placed both palms on my chest, gently rubbing it. “We don’t choose who to fall in love with. It comes naturally. Look at us now. I’m sure none of us ever envisioned falling in love with each other. But it happened.”

“It’s not the same thing.” I groaned in disagreement.

“It is.” She wrapped her arms around me and began to rub my back soothingly in an attempt to calm my anger, and it was damn working.

The heat of the rage burning within me was suddenly redirected to my groin with her arms wrapped around me. Staring into her beautiful green eyes entranced me, and I wanted nothing but to place my lips on hers and kiss her with so much hunger.

What had this woman done to me? She controlled me.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” She asked teasingly.

Lost in the depths of her eyes, I suddenly breathed. “I love you.”

Her lips curled into a beautiful smile in response.

“You have to say it back, miss.” I told her as I took my hand to her hair and tucked it behind her ear.

“Or what?” She raised her brow challengingly, a small smile touching her lips. “What would you do, sir?”

“I’m a mafia boss.” I reminded her.

“I am not afraid of you, big bad mafia boss.”

“But you really do have to say it back.” I said with a pleading tone.

“What would you do to me if I didn’t?” She ran her fingers over my neck, tempting me.

I lowered my head and breathed into her neck. “Give you hickeys?”

“I love you.” She quickly said, laughing. “I’d rather say it than have myself branded.”

A soft chuckle emanated from my throat as I went ahead to suck a spot on her neck anyway, leaving a red patch.

“But I said it.” She whined with a smile on her face when I pulled away from her neck.

“You didn’t say it in the tone I would have preferred.” I smirked.

She licked her bottom lip flirtatiously. “How would you have preferred me to say it?”

I slipped my hand into the band of her sweatpants, down to her wetness, and began to slowly stroke her with my fingers.

“Now, say it.”

“No.” She moaned.

Increasing the depth and speed of the stroke, I said authoritatively. “Say it.”

“I love you.” She breathed out. “I love you so much.”

“Good girl.” I rasped before withdrawing my fingers from her wetness and slamming my lips on hers.