THE MAFIA: Between Lust And Love

Ch.4 He's Married

Half an hour passed. Shea had already finished eating. Now her eyes were wandering all over the place. She immediately called out to someone who seemed to be passing by.

"Get me another drink," Shea asked the person.

Without waiting for a long time, the person came over with a bottle of wine and poured it into a glass in front of Shea. She immediately told the person to get out of her seat. Then she drank all of the wine that was in the glass.

Shea's gaze became sharp as if she saw Marco in front of her. She grabbed the wine bottle and held it. Shea took another sip from the bottle as if to get herself drunk.

"Torres. I will definitely get information about your true self," Shea muttered and took another sip. Then she set it down roughly on the table without taking her hand from the bottle.

"I can definitely get you back. I'm sure I can escape from this place, even if it takes time," Shea muttered. Her vision was slightly blurred as her head began to feel dizzy. Her eyes began to get heavy, as if she wanted to fall asleep right away.

"He's such a jerk. He bought me because he wanted to save me? What? He thought I was stupid. He probably only did it because he wanted to f**k me."

Shea suddenly groaned in frustration. She did not like Marco's attitude. But the man's charm hypnotized her. It made her body react differently.

Shea grumbled to herself again. Finally, she fell asleep on the dining table. She used one hand as a pillow while the other began to stretch her grip on the wine bottle.

After an hour, Marco approached Shea. He took a deep breath when he saw her unconscious on the dining table. Without waiting long, Marco immediately picked up Shea's body and carried her into the room.

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"Fabio has been caught."

Marco fell silent at Alejandro's report. He turned and left his private room with Alejandro. The two of them went to the room where captured enemies were executed.

Fabio was one of his former subordinates. He had embezzled money from a loyal customer in the drug business. Fabio works with Dante. Dante was executed last night.

Marco Torres is the leader of the La Sangue Nero mafia family, who is known to be ruthless in eliminating those who betray him as well as his enemies. He is also very good at laundering his crimes by bribing the police.

Marco's footsteps stopped in front of the punching bag, the contents of which had been replaced by Fabio. Fabio's hands and feet were tied and his mouth gagged. The man could only move the bag as he struggled to be released.

Marco put boxing gloves on both hands. In the morning, he began boxing to refresh his body.

Unlike Marco who was already drenched in sweat, Shea was still sound asleep. The woman slowly opened her eyes. She looked at the ceiling of the room, which looked unfamiliar. Eventually, Shea's eyes fell on a large photo that was displayed on the wall in front of the bed.

Shea got to her feet immediately. The dizziness in her head was instantly gone, just from the sight of the photo. She began to read the names written on the photo, complete with the date they got married.

"Marco Torres and Sofia Santino. April 26, 2020."

Shea's feet walked slowly in the direction of the photo. She stopped in front of the wall. She lifted her head slightly. Notice of the pair of faces in the photo.

"Apparently you're married and have a beautiful wife," Shea murmured with a sad smile. "But where has your wife gone? Why isn't she here? Is your wife dead or," Shea sighed softly, "are you divorced? Is that why you are in the business of kidnapping women as a means of satisfying your s****l desires?"

Shea looked around the room. She was searching every inch of the room for something. She wanted to know more about the man, his work, and his life.

Just as Shea was about to open the nightstand drawer, she was stunned to see someone open the door. She immediately froze when she saw Marco. His hair was wet with sweat.

"What are you doing?" Marco asked. He approached Shea.

"None of your business," Shea said. She was on her way out, but Marco had a firm grip on her hand.

"Where are you going? Come with me to the shower."

Shea was about to let go of his hand but Marco immediately tightened his grip, making her sigh heavily. "I don't want to. I'd rather take a bath with the dog."

"Really? Too bad I don't have a dog," Marco said with a smile.

Shea had not looked directly at Marco's face for a long time. She felt that Marco's good looks had increased many times over under the current circumstances. So Shea wanted to keep her pride by avoiding the man's gaze.

"Why don't you take a shower with your wife? She's prettier and sexier than me." Shea asked, lifting her chin to Marco and Sofia's wedding photo.

"She's not here."

Shea frowned and then slowly looked at Marco. "Is she dead?" she asked in a whisper. It felt bad to ask that sentence.

"I have to leave in half an hour," Marco said then suddenly carried Shea on his shoulders, causing her to startle and rebel. She slapped Marco's back and kicked her legs.

"Put me down, asshole!" Shea screamed.

Once in the bathroom, Marco immediately put Shea down and locked the door. While trying to get undressed, Shea tried to open the door but was pushed away by Marco. He locked the door again.

Marco walked toward Shea, who backed away until she hit the wall. Her gaze was caught by a pair of brown eyes that stared at her intently. Shea was surprised when the shower water immediately drenched her body.

Marco's fingers rubbed Shea's face and then looked up at her. Pressing her against the wall, he moved her body closer to his. Now Marco's body was also exposed to the shower water.

The man brought his face closer, kissed and sucked Shea's lips gently, causing her to open her eyes. Marco adjusted the speed of the shower water to slow.

"You should have realized that since you have been here. You no longer belong to you alone. You already belong to me. Your body, your heart, your mind, your soul and even your breath belong to me. You no longer have freedom. Only I can give you freedom, sorrow and joy. Maybe you still have a chance to escape from me. But you will never have that chance, not even for a second. Because you are mine.”