Conquered by the Mafia Boss

The door bursts open, swinging inside as I fling the dress away from me in surprise, looking up into the eyes of my livid father.

He stands up straight, but I can tell that he’s already fucked up. Red-rimmed eyes bore at me as he clutches the frame of the door.

“Maya, where the fuck have you been? Julien tells me that you just got in.”

“I told you, Beatrice and I went out for shopping and a movie.”

He stares at me for a little longer and nods, almost accepting the lie, and then his eagle-like eyes fall on the discarded dress.

“What the hell is that?”

I try to stuff it out of sight with my foot, but he reaches down and snatches it.

It would almost be funny to see the horror transforming his face as he lifts up the skimpy dress, imagining it on me.

Almost.

“You fucking lying bitch. You wore this and went out to party, didn’t you?”

“I-I didn’t-”

My father’s grizzled face comes within inches of mine as he inhales.

Is he sniffing me?

His nostrils flare as he catches a whiff of my perfume and smoke and God knows what else.

“You went to a bar, didn’t you? Wearing this thing?”

I hate how he makes me feel ashamed just for putting on a stupid dress and feeling alive for once in my goddamn life.

Yes, I did, and I met an Italian I almost had sex with.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

The acidic tone cuts right through me. He acts as though I committed treason.

“What, I can’t go out like a regular person and have a good time?”

“You’re not a regular person!” he bellows. “You’re my daughter, and I won’t have you acting like some fucking slut!”

How dare he?

“So you’re allowed to fuck strippers behind Mom’s back, but I’m not allowed to go on a date with someone I like?”

His biceps ripple over his leather cut as his knuckles turn white, clenching the dress so hard that I’m sure he’ll leave holes.

Fuck him.

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His hand blurs in front of me, too fast to follow, and suddenly my cheek burns with a vicious slap. My body falls over my bed with the weight of the blow. I’m too stunned to sit back up.

He hit me. Dad never hits me.

Heavy boots creak the floorboards as he walks to the edge of the bed, venom spitting from his mouth. “Don’t talk to me like I’m your fucking friend.”

Believe me, I don’t think you’re my friend.

“Your job is to stay here and look after the kids. That’s it.”

A boiling feeling makes me sit up abruptly. “I don’t want to look after someone else’s brat. I want to go on dates.”

Even Dad can’t ignore that I’m a twenty-two-year-old woman. That I’m going to attract male attention, and that every cell in my body is screaming for a man’s touch.

I want sex.

Is that such a crime?

The hard lines in his face don’t fade. I can see it in his eyes: the bastard thinks I’m asking for too much.

“There are plenty of good men here for you to date.”

Good men? You mean the ones that peddle crack to kids?

“And I’ve told you that I’m not interested in them.”

“I won’t have a daughter of mine dating an outsider.”

The unfairness of it all seethes in my chest. I’m not a submissive person. I buck against authority and do whatever the hell I want. Always have.

Fuck, do you know what it’s like being horny as fuck, but having no way of satisfying yourself? I can’t even masturbate because my door doesn’t have a lock.

“You can’t keep me here forever, Dad. I’m going to go to beauty school-”

He wipes his hand over his face. “Waste of fucking money.”

“I’m going to do what I want, because it’s my life and only I get to choose what I get to do. Not you. Not Mom. Me.”

He stands in the middle of my shabby room as at least a decade’s worth of hostility hangs between us like an electric cloud.

“You’re a stubborn little bitch, Maya. You know you can’t leave the club. The Popeyes, hell, the mob would love to get their hands on you.”

Maybe I want their hands all over me, Dad.

I think of Johnny and how much I enjoyed his hands all over me. Desire simmers in my stomach. He was slim and handsome-almost too perfect looking in his fitted suit, his hair gently slicked back. He caught my attention the moment I saw him walking toward me, that small smirk tugging at his lips, which were just begging to be kissed. Then he got rid of the guy hitting on me. I don’t know how he did that, but damn. The balls on that guy.

It was fucking hot.