Conquered by the Mafia Boss

I barely hear my own footsteps as I walk toward him. A smooth dark-navy suit glides over his body like silk, and he glances up at me even though I’m not making a sound. I feel as though I’m balancing on a tightrope the closer I get to him. Looking at him feels hot and cold. His smile makes my skin break out in a hot flush, but his eyes clench my insides with a cold grip. I can’t look at him the same way I did before. I force myself to step closer to him. My hands tremble as though I’m trying to tiptoe past a lion. He stares at me as though I’m meat. I hook my fingers under his jacket and I pull it off his lean shoulders. His lips stun my cheek and I feel a glow burn into a sudden flare, but I turn away toward the closet.

My feelings toward him are so fucked up.

I hang his jacket in the closet, and when I turn around he’s still staring at me.

What did I do?

“What’s that I smell?”

“Oh, I made dinner.”

“Huh.”

I never make dinner, because I can’t cook for shit.

He walks into the kitchen and grasps the edge of the dining table, looking at the neatly laid silverware and dishes. A smile tugs at his mouth.

“What is all this?”

“It’s dinner.”

“I can see that,” he says, pushing off the table and stepping into my space. “You can’t cook.”

“I’ve just never tried.”

He takes a look into the sink filled with suds, the pans blackened. I should have just ordered something, for Christ’s sake. He lifts the lid off the pan on the stove and raises an eyebrow at the fish.

“Are you trying to kill me with all this black shit?”

The smirk in his voice sets me off. “I took all the black shit off. Don’t be a baby.”

A shadow crosses over Johnny’s eyes and my heart leaps. Then he threads his fingers through my hair and yanks my head back, and the two men he butchered in front of me are tugged to the forefront of my mind. I never saw so much blood in my life.

His breath hisses over my neck.

“All of this reeks of desperation.”

I am desperate.

“Johnny-”

“Stop it,” he snarls. “Stop being so fucking scared of me.”

But I am scared of him. He could end this fucking war if he wanted. Only he can ensure whether the people in the fortress live or die, my mom among them.

He reaches under my shirt with his other hand, smoothing over my back. My bra snaps against my skin as he lifts the strap. My muscles contract at the small sting.

Then his voice rolls over me, smooth as velvet. “You have nothing to fear from me.”

“You killed those men right in front of us-”

His eyes are like lead. Seductive fingers twist my strap, slowly loosening the hooks. The skin around my straps starts to tingle and a flush spreads over my chest.

“I’m sorry you had to see that, but I’m not sorry for killing them.”

All this time I never saw the darkness. I knew it was inside him somewhere, deliberately hiding out of sight. Now it’s staring at me in the face, talking to me through his remorseless tone as he removes my bra with a loud snap that makes my legs clench together.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

His hands smooth over my bare back, bringing me within his intoxicating embrace. The dimples curving into his face tell me that he knows exactly how affected I am.

“You didn’t have to do it.”

“I’m the boss of the family. ”

“He mentioned your father, and you went berserk.”

Johnny’s eyes blaze. “He pissed me off beyond endurance. It set me off.”

What if he does the same thing to me, someday?

His fingers slide out of my hair and the smile disappears. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“You’re going to start a war!”

The apartment rings with my voice before I remember that I’m supposed to be playing the demure housewife role. Oops. Too late.

All smiles again, he descends on me, his hands soothing my shoulders, my face. “Is that what’s got you so worked up?”

“Of course it is.”

His voice is like honey. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“I’m the most powerful man in this city. Nothing’s going to happen to you.”

But I can’t say the same for your family.

“You killed two of the MC’s men. If you think they’re going to sit back and just-”

Johnny takes both of my hands suddenly and walks backward with a huge smile on his face. “I got you something.”

“Got-what?”

I’m distracted by the excitement in his voice, my heart still beating fast.

“A little engagement present.”

He slips his hand inside his back pocket and removes a long, thin envelope, which he hands to me, smiling.