TAKEN BY THE MAFIA LORD
Taken By The Mafia Lord-Chapter 59
(A Twist of Fate…)
GENRE: Mafia/Dark Romance
©Cisca. H
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“Enzo, I came up with this idea and I have seen that it is good for both me and myself. Well, to cut the whole story short, I have decided to become a gangster just like you.”
Vincenzo looked fixedly at her, refusing to believe his ears. “You don’t mean what you just said, do you?” He questioned.
“Of course, I’m dead serious about this. I want to do the things you do.” She said, dead serious in her words.
“We do a lot of things, Freya. Not just things, we do so many sinful things and I don’t want you getting involved in any of it.”
“Sinful things like what?” She asked, pretending not to know any.
“We kill, we take hard drugs of any kind. We go to nightclubs, we chase after women, we break hearts, and we do the very thing I have on my back. Tattoos.”
“Can’t I be a gangster without any of those? Besides, I’ve got you, I ain’t doing the heartbreaking part.”
“I don’t want you taking hard drugs, they aren’t good for your health.” He insisted.
“What about you?”
“Not either. But your system seems to be more fragile than mine, and your brain cells won’t be able to withstand the drugs. Trust me, you don’t wanna end up in a psychiatric hospital.”
“I understand. But what of those ladies in the group, and more in other mafia groups? Don’t they take these hard drugs too?” She questioned.
“Of course, they do, but theirs is a different story. Not all ladies are what you think, most of them are way too strong than we men. But talking about you, you’re a lot more fragile than I can handle. So, the little I can offer is to make sure you don’t get hurt or end up on a hospital bed. I doubt I can handle it if you do.”
Freya just wants to feel what it takes to be a gangster, to handle guns and take risky missions. To watch her enemies fall to the ground and guilty lives taken.
“But I don’t want to be protected, I want to protect myself too.” As she said that, Vincenzo glared at her. “And protect you too.” This got him that he ended up laughing.
“What?” She asked, a bit embarrassed at the way he was laughing at her.
“Nothing. Just surprised to hear you say that.” He kept laughing.
“I’m serious. You always take my words for joke.” She looked embarrassed the more.
“I don’t. I mean, it’s my duty to protect you and not the vise versa. Even if you’re to join the gang, you still can’t protect me.”
“So, is that a yes that I can join?”
“I was only making an instance, sweetheart.”
“Come on, Enzo.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“You promised you’d do some thing for me when every thing is settled with, I’m still waiting for it.”
He chuckled as he poured himself whiskey into a glass cup. “I haven’t forgotten that yet.”
“And you still won’t tell me what this precious surprise is?”
“Not yet.”
“Why are you being so mean?” She frowned.
“Am I?” He chuckled again. “I don’t think so. You seriously have a problem, Freya, you are always naive and worried about every thing.”
“I have to, especially when you keep me hanging or, when I see you get hurt. What do you expect?” She said, her voice sounding childish.
“I expect you to trust me, I haven’t forgotten my promise to you. All you have to do is to wait, sooner than you think, I’ll let you know.”
She crossed her arms around her chest. “How long do I have to wait? Years? Months…”
“Maybe days, who knows?” He shrugged his shoulders.
When it comes to cases like this, days feel more like years to her. Well, just as they always say, it’s only a matter of time.
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She rolled her eyes in defeat with a small smile on her face. She watched a grin spread across his face.
“Do you want to watch some thing?” She asked him as she lay on the bed. “Yeah” he climbed onto the bed. He groaned as he let whole body relax.
“You should get out of your suit,” she suggested. “It probably would be comfortable,”
“Ok give me a second” he jumped off the bed. He came back in, wearing shorts and a baggy shirt.
For the first time in years, she just realized how excited she was to lay beside Vincenzo. Some one she knew would protect her from any thing, including himself.
The truth was that he made her happy and that terrified her the most.
Vincenzo was staring at the TV but she couldn’t watch the movie. He suddenly turned to look at her and began deciphering the movie piece by piece.
They talked throughout the movie, not even paying attention to it any more.
“So who’s the worst person you have slept with?” She asked him curiously as she rested her chin on her hand for support while smiling at him.
“Mm… I don’t know” he shrugged as he tried not to smirk.
“How many girls have you slept with?” She raised an eyebrow at him with a smirk. She do love crazy questions.
“I don’t know that answer either” he couldn’t contain his smile.
“Give me a rough estimate” she questioned him, not being too forceful. His smirk only grew at her question. He mumbled some thing but made sure she didn’t hear.
“You did that on purpose” she smirked while playfully shoving him.
“Ok… ok” he replied, sticking his arms up for defense.
“Over 20 different girls, if I may guess.” he finally spat out.
Her jaw instantly dropped at his words. “20?” Her eyes widened. “And you weren’t in love with any of them, were you?” She stared at him, confused.
“I was, but only with one.” He admitted, the smile on his face faded and it was looking more like a past memory he never wanted to imagine had only reflected due to her question.
Freya hated herself for going too far. “I’m sorry if you don’t wanna talk about it.” She apologized.
“It’s nothing.” He shook his head. “She fucked up though, just like the others did. And if she hadn’t been so selfish and silly, I would have loved her more.”
It was then Freya knew who exactly he was talking about, and it was obviously clear to her that the lady he was referring to was Kelly.
However, for so many reasons he was right about what he just said. She did fucked up. Vincenzo had loved her like she meant the entire world, that even Freya couldn’t help but to think how fate had to play a big role in order to bring them this close.
“It’s Kelly, isn’t it?” She asked, her voice low.
He nodded. “I loved her, but she wasn’t returning the love in a genuine way. She was using me for her benefits, but thanks to you, for walking into my life. I feel better to have you in my life.”
Freya felt her head grow big by his praise, she never expected the last statements and she fought the smile. But then, she ended up smiling.
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Vincenzo had been away for the past three days, he had gone to meet his father to discuss an important matter with him. However things didn’t go as planned as Mr Polio wasn’t in support with the idea of Vincenzo getting married to Freya.
To Vincenzo, he had only played a role in talking to his father because he felt it was something he needed to do. An act of respect, not like he didn’t have his own right, nor his freedom of speech and choice.
His father yelled at his voice, urging Vincenzo never to have Freya into their family or he’ll hate what he does next.
“I won’t have to repeat myself again. If you have to marry that bitch, then consider yourself an outcast to this family. You will no longer be my son.” He finalized.
“Gone are those days father when your words do scare me, but now I don’t feel touched by your words. Freya is mine and will always be mine whether you like it or not, I will marry her. And mind you, I don’t care if you disown me as your son, it will never change anything.” He finalized.
“We’ll see who comes seeking for help in the future. As you walk out of here with your decision, don’t forget to hang over every asset I put under your care.”
“Is that all?” Vincenzo challenged. “You should have known by now you didn’t raise up a weak and lazy son as a child. I did learn a lot from you, dad, and I’m very grateful for that.” He chuckled. “I will submit every thing that belongs to you, but not those under my name.” With that, he walked out of his father’s office.
“I am coming back for you, Enzo! I definitely will! So don’t feel victorious over your little achievement, I’m coming for you!” But Vincenzo didn’t care about that.
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It was the following day Vincenzo returned back to the state to meet his lovely woman. He didn’t let his father’s words get to him, he was determined and ready with a made up mind to get married to Freya no matter the cost.
However, he decided not to have this discussed with her for the meantime or it might weigh her down with countless thoughts.
He was so exhausted and he needed a rest. He couldn’t stop hoping to get home sooner than later. His mind was filled with Freya. Damn, he’s missed her so much. He wants to get hold of her waist and her body. He wants to have her entangled in him for as long as he can desire.
When he finally reached home, he didn’t hesitate to leave his car, trailing into the mansion and up to his room. One might think he was going in for something important, but yes, having Freya in bed was deadly important too.
However, Freya was aware he would be returning home tonight so she decided to make hot tea for him. She was about to go to the bathroom when he walked in. She smiled and went to hug her.
“You’re back. How was your trip?” She asked, returning his kiss.
“Stressful.” He answered.
“Ouch. Well I made you hot tea. I bought the best bread, your favorite to be specified.”
“I don’t need tea.” He said calmly.
“What do you need?” She asked, but then she had to pause him just when he was about to say the words. “I know what you want to say, Enzo, but that’ll be later. For now, you need something hot.” She serves him his food. “While you eat, I’ll just go take my bath.”
Vincenzo felt defeated as his plan to have her failed. It was as if she had read his mind even before he reached the airport. Of course he was starving, but he felt that should wait until he was done with her.
He started eating, and his mind couldn’t get off the sound of water splashing in the bathroom. She would yell if he ever had to leave his meal to join her while bathing.
For the moment, he felt he should give her privacy.
She walked out of the bathroom to the room, she noticed he had finished his tea.
“Want more tea?” She asked.
Vincenzo glared at her, a part of her body dripping water. The towel around her chest was only covering the upper part of her thigh, and if by mistake, he’d be looking right at her butts.
Instead of answering, Vincenzo reached for her, putting her small, warm hand on the back of his neck, lifting his lips to hers. They kissed, first lightly, then more urgently, his tongue in her mouth, her hips tilted against his, her breasts against his chest, her whole body sending a message that was undeniable.
“I don’t need more tea.” He whispered.
“What then do you want?” She asked, pretending not to know what exactly it is that he wants.
“Isn’t it obvious already? I want you.”
Freya chuckled, “You know, you didn’t tell me how your meeting with your father went.” She said as a means of distraction.
But Vincenzo was smart enough to understand that. “That isn’t important right now, I’ll definitely tell you by tomorrow. For now, it’s just the both of us.”
“I feel like tonight is gonna be a lot different for us.”
“Don’t you want it to?”
“What if I say I have always wanted it, would you believe me?” She asked back.
“The evidence is clear.” He smirked an evil smirk. “Why don’t we make tonight special then?”
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