Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

Mireille felt a mixture of feelings all at once. Feelings that she could identify and a lot more that she could not identify. She suddenly wished she had just died and not woke up from coma.

What was the essence of waking up and being hit with so many news like this?

“Yes, he did. Dante killed his own father. If he could kill the man who gave birth to him, then who am I? Mireille…” James cupped her face.

“If he could do that, then who are you too, Mireille?”

“No.” tears dropped as Mireille shook her head.

“There is no way Dante would have done that.” she shook her head.

“And why would I lie? Dante killed his father who was the previous mafia boss just because he wanted to be the boss as soon as possible. He could not wait for his father’s death so he killed his father himself.”

“No! I refuse to believe all of this.” Mireille refused vehemently.

Dante was not someone who would kill his own family, right? Dante could be brutal, he could be dangerous but she had also seen him loving and she knew how much he protected those he loved.

“Dante would never kill his family.” she concluded.

“Mireille…”

“Enough!” Mireille shut him up.

“What is your aim, James? To drive me insane?! Because you won’t be telling me all of these if you don’t want me to go insane!”

“I am not saying all of these to drive you insane. I am saying all of these to save you! I am the one who has your best interest at heart! I am the only one you should trust, Mireille.”

“Please, leave. I don’t want to see you too right now.” Mireille laid back on her bed.

“Mireille…”

“I said please leave me!” Mireille clicked on the button and James sighed heavily.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

It took less than a minute before the doctor and nurse rushed in.

“He is disturbing me, a whole lot. Please make him leave.” she said to the doctor and James breathed out in resignation.

“Alright.” he walked out of the ward and without a word, Mireille threw the sheets over her head and began sobbing.

She thought everything was going to be perfect with she, Dante and their child but now that picture perfect she had imagined was crumbling down so quickly.

Their child was out of it so quickly and Dante? He was nothing like the person she had originally thought he was. Nothing was close to being great not to talk of being perfect.

*

Dante and James were seated opposite each other in the same restaurant they had met the last time. The only difference was that they were the only ones in the restaurant this time around.

“This is the same place you promised me that you would protect my sister.” James started.

“That’s right.”

“And now that you have failed, do I have your permission to take my sister away from you?” James asked.

“No.” Dante replied and massaged his temple for a bit.

“Why would you say no?” James asked although he had been expecting exactly this.

Dante, of course wasn’t going to just give in this easily and James had no plans of making him give Mireille up himself. Mireille would make him give her up. He only had to convince Mireille well enough and Dante would feel enough guilt to let go of her.

“Because I can’t let go of Mireille as long as she still loves me and wants me.”

“And if she doesn’t love or want you anymore? You made her lose her baby, almost made her die and you are involved in something she will never support. Why do you think she would still want you?” James asked and Dante let out a low, deep chuckle.

“Don’t you think you are the last person who should be telling me that I am involved in something Mireille will never support?” Dante asked and James face darkened.

“I am her family, Dante. Even if Mireille finds that out about me, she will only be mad at me for a few days and forgive me eventually.”

“And why do you think she would not forgive me? I remember her choosing me over you the last time.”

“Whatever, Dante. At least I am not the reason why she’s been sobbing all day.” James gritted his teeth and Dante’s fists clenched.

“I am done here.” he got up on his feet.

“I want to hear you say you are done with Mireille, instead.” James replied.

“I am done…” Dante leaned down slightly.

“Talking to you.” he completed his words and James got up on his feet too.

“This is how you show love, right?” He asked, standing in front of Dante.

“By having the person drown in miseries? Your love is not needed anywhere, Dante. Your love does nothing other than putting the other person in misfortune. Your love is the reason Mireille is miserable right now.”

“Perhaps my love is not the best type of love but my love is the only reason you are staying alive after talking to me like this multiple times. If it wasn’t for that love, you would be six feet below the soil and I would have planted a beautiful flower over your fucking grave.” Dante gritted.

“I don’t need your fucking love. I need you to take away from your love from I and Mireille as it is not doing us any good.” James replied and Dante looked away from him.

He was going to walk past and find a better place to think clearly but James got in front of him again.

“Dante, no one wants your love anymore. Your love is trouble just like it was trouble for your mum. Your love will only cause Mireille to die just like it caused your mum her death.” James crossed all boundaries and Dante lost it.

He grabbed James by the collars and punched him hard, sending James to the floor of the restaurant. Dante was furious and without thinking twice, he punched James over and over again, letting out his pent up anger, fury and frustration all on him while James groaned in pains underneath him, unable to throw a punch back.

“Don’t cross your boundaries, James!” He jerked James up by the collars.

“Next time you say such nonsense, I wouldn’t be this merciful, I swear.” Dante swore, before letting go of James and making his head crash back to the restaurant floor with a bang.

In terrible pains, James sat up on the floor.

“Step out.” he groaned and a man came from behind the counter.

“You have everything covered? Especially the part where he was beating me up?” James asked.

“Yes sir. ”

“Good.”