Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

Note: This chapter contains violent scenes which might not be too pleasant to imagine.

Dante gritted his teeth, trying to keep his rage in check. It was taking him everything in him not to shoot Mark dead right now.

The slimy bastard had played him and had even hesitated to open the safe, convincing Dante fully that the necklace was in the safe.

“You fucker!” Dante rushed to him and punched his face.

A groan left Mark’s throat as his head fell back to the floor.

“No matter how hard you try to hide it from me, I will find it and I will kill you eventually. You won’t survive for long, Mark. You won’t!” Dante’s words resounded with anger.

He was about to throw another punch at the weak Mark but he held himself back and got back on his feet. Until he found the necklace, he couldn’t kill Mark.

“Ditto, come with me.” Dante breathed hard and stepped out of the secret room with Ditto following behind.

“Yes boss.”

“Place a call across to the men at home. I need to speak with Jonas. He must have an idea of somewhere else we can check. I want that necklace tonight.”

“Yes, boss.”

Perhaps Dante would have given up on searching for the necklace further tonight but the fact that Mireille was at home, waiting for him to bring it home to her pushed him.

He could not go home this late after all and tell her he was unable to get the precious gift he had promised to bring back to her tonight. And Mark too! Dante could not imagine him living one more day after the way he tricked him tonight. Dante badly wanted to rid his face of those maniac laughs.

“Here you go.” Ditto stretched the phone to Dante who took it to his ears.

“Where else can it be?” Dante asked, shutting his eyes.

“What?” Jonas asked, clearly oblivious to the situation.

“Where else can the necklace fucking be?!” Dante lost it for a second.

“You didn’t find it there? I… I have no idea anymore.” Jonas replied.

“Seems like you are forgetting something here, Jonas. I still have Belinda with me and I don’t fucking care about her! I am going to get rid of her if you don’t tell me where else it can be!”

“I really don’t know this time!! I don’t know!” Jonas’s voice broke and Dante ended the call.

“Goddamnit!”

A few seconds later, the phone rang again. Dante picked the call and returned it to his ear.

“Yes?”

“Maybe his home? If it’s not at his office anymore, it has to be at his home somewhere. If it’s not there, then it’s not in the country anymore.” Jonas said.

“Alright.” Dante let out and ended the call before thrusting the phone back until Ditto’s hands.

“Get Mark up. We are going to his home.”

“Yes boss.”

As Ditto walked back into the secret room, Dante’s phone rang. He pulled it out and found that it was Mireille calling.

Taking in a deep breath and letting it out too first, he picked the call.

“Hey Princess.” he hoped he sounded usual and didn’t sound as angry as he was.

“Hey, why aren’t you back yet?” Mireille mumbled and Dante felt himself get a bit calmer.

Hearing her voice made him feel better, a lot more better.

“Things are not really going that well yet but I am going to have it sorted out in no time and come right back home, alright?”

“Are you okay?” Mireille asked, a hint of worry in her voice.

“I am fine. Don’t worry about me. I’ll get home and then you’ll tell me how your day went, okay?”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too, Princess.” he replied and the call ended.

He thrusted the phone back into his pocket and turned to face Ditto, his men and the bloodied Mark.

“We are going over to your home to search, alright?”

“Let’s go.”

*

Dante walked into Mark’s mansion, pulling Mark after him by his bloody hair. His other hand held his gun firmly.

There were a lot of men at Mark’s home of course but Dante had no issue with that. His men would take care of it and join him to search for the necklace when they were done.

Getting to the living room, Dante let go of Mark’s hair and the latter groaned in pains.

“Where is the necklace in here?” Dante questioned and Mark grinned at him, revealing his bloodied teeth.

“Fucker!” Dante pointed his gun at him.

“Let go of him! Now!” A feminine voice yelled out and when Dante raised his head, he saw a lady probably in her middle thirties, only a few years younger than Mark and with a striking resemblance to Mark himself. She was standing on the stairs with a gun in her hand, pointed at Dante.

‘Must be his sister’ Dante concluded rightly.

“Drop the gun real slow or I am going to fucking blow your heads off.”

“Shoot him already, Tasha!” Mark cried out weakly but before the woman, Tasha could shoot, Dante had fired a shot to the stair she was standing on.

She panicked and it only took that few seconds of panic for Dante to get to her and get her gun out of her hands.

“Let go of me you bastard!” She screamed as Dante grabbed her and pulled her to Mark.

“Don’t touch her, Dante. Don’t kill her!” Mark screamed and it was Dante’s turn to laugh.

“I had no idea you had a sister.” he cackled.

“For sure, I can’t kill you because I need the necklace but her?” Dante pointed his gun to Tasha’s head.

“Tell me where it is or she dies.” Dante requested as Ditto and three other men walked into the entrance.

They stopped, seeing that Dante was totally in control of the situation.

“You little…”

“Save all the cursing! Bastard!” Dante cut Mark off, not noticing that Tasha had pulled out a dagger from her pocket.

With no one else noticing, Tasha struck the dagger into Dante’s arm.

“Slimy bitch.” Dante cursed and rammed his forehead hard into hers. Tasha screamed out as Dante twisted her hand, knocking the dagger out of her grip.

Holding her both hands in his left hand, Dante pointed his gun back at Tasha.

“Where the fuck is it?!”

“Tasha.” Mark whimpered.

“Brother.” Tasha whimpered back.

“Alright. Why don’t we do this real slow?” Dante asked.

“We could butcher her slowly and then maybe boil her and force you to eat her boiled flesh. How does that sound?” Dante asked.

“Dante no!” Mark screamed weakly.

“Oh, does that ring a bell? Does that sound like something you did to someone a few years back with his dead mother’s finger?!!” Dante growled angrily.

“Get me a fucking chainsaw, Ditto!” Dante was losing it already.

“I will tell you where it is!!” Mark gave in.

“Where?” Dante’s breath was hard and uneven.

“In the kitchen.” Mark cried out.

“There are two refrigerator in there. The old one… Just loosen the screws on the lower part and you will find it there.”

“Get to it.” Dante said to Ditto.

“Yes boss.” Ditto and one other man left the living room.

Dante groaned, due to his bleeding and aching arm but he refused to put his hand down.

About three minutes passed before Ditto walked out with what Dante had been searching for, for years now.

It was the necklace! The pink diamond still as beautiful as ever.

“Finally.” Dante pushed Tasha off.

“My woman doesn’t like me holding other women close.” he mumbled as one of his men moved over to Tasha, holding her back.

“Here you go boss.” Ditto himself could not help but smile as he handed over the necklace to Dante.

Dante wiped his bloodied hands on his shirt, not wanting to stain the precious necklace with the blood he had gotten on himself.

“It feels so great to touch it even.” Dante breathed out in relief before thrusting the necklace into his pocket.

“Get me a knife from his kitchen.” Dante demanded and Ditto walked off to the kitchen.

He re-emerged a few seconds later with two kinds of knives. Dante grabbed one of the knives and moved behind Mark.

“Dante, please.” Mark begged as Dante pulled his head up and put the knife to his neck.

“Now, I want you to smile like you smiled back then when you suggested to my father to forcefully feed me my mother’s finger.” Dante demanded.

“P-Please.” Mark whimpered.

“Fucking smile!” Dante yelled and moved the knife from his neck to his lips.

“Smile or I shape your lips into a smile.” He trailed the knife along the sides of Mark’s lips.

Mark shook with fear and smiled widely.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“Good.” Dante remarked and pushed the knife back to Mark’s neck.

“Smile perfectly.” Dante pushed the knife into his neck slowly as Mark maintained the grin with tears and sweats.

With one clean and sharp slit, Dante tore Mark’s throat, putting an end to Mark’s existence. Pushing Mark’s dead body to the floor, Dante struck the knife into his chest and stabbed multiple times, memories flashing in his head as he did so.

He eventually stopped, letting out a shaky breath.

“He outstayed his welcome on earth.”