The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

MICAH

“Where is she?”

I demanded the moment I set foot into the penthouse, my unwavering gaze fixated on the muscular guard that stood against the wall, his arms crossed behind him, staring down at his feet.

“In her room, boss.” He answered.

I scoffed, sparing him a wary glance before I sauntered to the staircase, racing up the staircase. I took to the lobby, heading straight for her room. My hands came up to my tie, yanking it off. My blazer went off next. I undid my cuffs and popped a few buttons open, stopping right in front of the door that led to her room. I whipped out the keys in my pocket, inserting them in the keyhole and I twisted the door handle, pushing the door open.

I stepped into the dim room, ensuring my senses were enhanced, and then proceeded to find the switch. My eyes darted around the grey-themed room, anchoring on her frame that was cuffed to the bed. My lips twitched in a sinister smirk and I prowled forward, assessing her seemingly still frame. I furrowed my brows, taking her in. She wasn’t moving. Her sandy-blonde hair covered most of her face, her small curvaceous body curled into a ball. She was still in the flimsy pink shirt and Jean shorts that she had been wearing since the first day.

Her curves were so pronounced in those shorts, her thick fleshy thighs out in the open. She had a flawless pair of golden legs. My tongue darted out of my mouth, doing a slow sweep over my lips. She looked so amorous. The thought of being inside her was enough to give me a hard-on, eliciting a soft grunt from me. I got on the bed, approaching her figure, and then I yanked her by the hair, eliciting a whimper from her.

I chuckled at the low, pain-induced sound.

It was a massive turn-on.

Her face came into view, and I smirked, gazing down at her spotless face. Her brows were perfectly carved. They were so thick and dark. Her long lashes were sticking to her face and I knew it was because of the tears that were beginning to cascade down her face, rapidly. Her full, pink lips slowly trembled, soft sobs leaving her lips.

“Look at me, Belle.” I breathed, tightening my grip on her hair and she choked out a sob. Her refusal to listen to me only did nothing more than irk me. It infuriated me to the core.

“Fucking look at me!” I boomed and she flinched in my arms, causing me to apply more pressure to her hair.

“Please,” She pleaded.

A dark chuckle rolled out of my mouth and I leaned closer, completely trapping her underneath me. She whimpered, tugging at her hands that were restrained tightly by the cuffs. With every tug she made, she whimpered, her wrists growing redder, creating a blemish on her skin. I grinned at how sore her hands looked, yanking her forward with my hands on her hair.

“Stop,” She croaked, begging me.

My eyes drifted from her sore hands, resting on her face and I took in the sight of her glistening blue eyes that were soaked with tears. Fear, dread, and exhaustion were engraved in them but it didn’t in any way diminish that innocent look that made me take her from her father that night.

That innocence that I desperately wanted to taint. That I sought to take away from her, then break her slowly until she was on the verge of ruin.

I had seen her at a diner, where she worked, and wanted her the minute I set my eyes on her. It was nice. Something I wasn’t, on regular days. I trailed her to where she lived and found out she stayed with her poor father. I offered the bastard some money to sell her off, so I could have her to myself as a sex slave and whenever I was done with her, she would work for me as one of my whores at my club. But he refused, so I put a bullet through his head and took her anyway.

She threw her head to the side, stiffening as though she was repulsed when my finger grazed her cheek. I gripped her by the jaw, forcing her to look at me. Hot tears spilled from her eyes, her helplessness written all over her face. Her breathing came out so shredded and bruised, her lips quivering in fear.

“You think you are stubborn, huh?”

“Answer me!” I pressed my fingers into the sides of her mouth, my fingers digging into them, drawing blood from them.

“Please, just let me go.” She implored, bursting into tears. I smirked devilishly at those words that left her mouth. It was amusing how she thought begging me would make me change my mind about fucking her senseless. My hands brushed her clothes breasts, grabbing them roughly and she screamed, tugging at her restraints.

“Please!”

“I beg you!”

I grew irritated at her occasional pleas and I whipped my palm across her face, a scream rippling through her mouth. I proceeded to uncuff her. I loved it whenever they writhed helplessly underneath me, thrashing around in pain as I had my way with them. I pinned her hands above her head, trapping her legs underneath me.

“Now, you can decide to be a good girl and I won’t make it hurt or you can decide to be otherwise. Your call.” I revealed, a grin crawling up to my face.

“I have never done this before!” She shouted, probably hoping it would make me stop but I chuckled in amusement.

“The tighter, the better,” I whispered, grabbing her breasts roughly. She whimpered, writhing underneath me. Her sobs and agonizing screams sounded like music to my ears when I ripped her shirt, revealing her perky boobs that had my eyes darkening with want. My mouth descended on hers, silencing her sobs in the process as I fondled her boobs, kneading them in my hands.

I shrugged her shorts off her wide hips and she kicked me in the face, in the process, aggravating me. I growled, connecting my fist with her face and she belted. I buried my knees onto her lap, giving her nowhere to run to. She could only thrash around helplessly, sobbing profusely as she watched me rip her panties off her, leaving her bare beneath me.

“Please!”

“Please, don’t do this to me!”

“You are beginning to get on my nerves and I am not inside of you yet!” I bellowed, my fingers piercing the sensitive skin of her already sore wrists and she whimpered. I applied pressure on her hands, getting rid of my belt and flying in the process.

I was suddenly interrupted by the knock on the door and I muttered strings of cuss words under my breath. I heard her release a shaky breath, relief crossing her face. Her blue eyes shimmered with the hope that had me smirking at her.

“Oh, I’ll be back,” I assured her, yanking the cuffs closer. I cuffed her hands and watched her face fall, horror clouding her expression. Her eyes soon grew misty with fright engraved in them as she tugged at her restraints.

“Let me go!” She cried.

I paid no heed to her and rolled off the bed, sauntering to the door while brushing my fingers through my hair. I pulled it open, revealing the familiar faces of some of my men. My face contorted in a grimace, fury descending over me as I took in the sight of their incompetent asses.

“What?!” I barked at them. The urge to slam the door in their faces was so overwhelming. I seethed silently, waiting for them to state their case. The dark-haired male couldn’t conceal the fear that was plastered all over his face, causing me to arch my brow at him.

“We…”

“We lost some of our shipments to an explosion.” The other one dropped the bombshell, my hands growing cold against the door. The weight of those words resonated in my ears, echoing so loudly, dawning on me as I staggered backwards. A throbbing headache that sprung out of nowhere descended on my temples, hammering against them.

Thunderously.

“Whose shipments?” I asked, my voice dangerously low as I stalked forward. They backed up, raising their hands in surrender.

“Fuck!” I growled, raking my fingers through my hair. Fuck, fuck, fuck! That’s a lot of money! Thousands of dollars going down the drain! Fuck!

“We are sorry, boss.” One of them apologized and that ticked me off. I charged towards him, grabbed him by his collar, and slammed him against the wall, my heated gaze boring into him.

“You are sorry?” I scoffed.

“Just like how you are sorry for not being able to execute a simple task that was given to you! All you had to fucking do was be on their tail and murder those bitches! That was all you needed to do!” I yelled at him, rage coursing through me when I remembered how they failed to get the job done.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

I let him go, kicking him to the floor.

“Incompetent fools!” I bellowed.

“We are sorry__” The other one proceeded to apologize but I shunned him with a glare.

“Do you know how long it took me to orchestrate that plan? How hard I had to work before I could find the one thing I could use against him? That bastard! The resources I wasted in making sure this plan was perfect yet, you two dumbasses decided to fuck everything up for me!” I lamented, groaning in frustration.

“Fuck!” I cursed.

“Get out of my sight and go get those girls ready for auctioning!” I snapped and I watched their expressions morph into that of surprise.

“But you told us not__”

“How the fuck do you want me to finance other plans I have in mind?” I arched a brow at them in irritation.

“Go do as you are told! Get the girls!” I ordered, staring at them in disdain. They bowed their heads in respect, scurrying out of my presence. My burning gaze bore holes into their backs, hatred consuming me as I hissed through clenched teeth. I muttered profanities under my breath, raking my fingers through my hair in frustration.

It was as though the son of a bitch was immune to every damn thing I did because it always ends up backfiring. The bastard thinks he is all that but he is not and I ached for the day I get to show him how little his existence matters. The day I get to stand over him while I watch him and everything he ever worked for, burn to the ground.

I craved that day.

I longed for it.

I yearned for it.

There was nothing I wanted more than the end of Jaxon fucking Gray. There was nothing I wanted more than to bathe in his blood and take away every damn thing that mattered to him. I wanted to hit him so hard where it fucking hurt and he wouldn’t see it coming.

All he had to do was just watch.

Watch me take everything he owned and use it as I saw, please. I was more deserving of that position than he could ever be and I couldn’t wait to show him how.

Jaxon Gray was a thorn in my flesh, one that I had struggled so hard to get rid of, for as long as I could remember. But I was about to become his worst nightmare. All I had to do was finish the Goddamn job.

Then, I would rise like the phoenix and build my empire over his ashes. That was a promise.

One I, Micah Zen Ramos, was aching to fulfill.