Mafia’s Obsession

Agony

Knowing the huge burly man stand few feet away with a dissecting stare and a baleful smirk, my ears turned scarlet, chest heaved violently, legs quivered not caring a damn about my warning conscience to stand still. Heart reprimanded, for thinking I could convince this demon without getting burned in the process.

It wasn't just me, if ever he lost his tranquility which I guess by the tone of his voice, already was hanging on a thin thread, he could burn anyone and everyone, and I wasn't ready to bait my family in thought of a foolish decision my soul asked me to test.

But that did not mean I will emancipate hope without one last try, if I did, I would look a dud to my own conscience, and I wasn't up for that.

Now that I am obdurate to counter him, I have to make sure I do not drag my loved ones into a combat they didn't ask for. My stupid mischief cannot lead to their downfall, and I will not let that happen, even if it meant me going under his radar.

The biggest question now being,

Will I be able to confess, I do not intend to marry him, or at least ask to farther the wedding date?

Even if I do, am I ready for his favorite game called violation?

Suspiring troubled at my impotent plight, clotting my breath into my chest, I turned, only to find myself face to chest with him. I cringed even at the slightest thought of our lips touching only if we were of the same height.

I shuddered internally. No matter how often my heart skipped its beat at his gorgeous outer look, I was no fool to not perceive his inner demons. A monster however might look irresistible, he will still remain a devil, who has the ability to swallow everyone in his vicinity with a single blink.

"Yes Love, why did you wish to meet?" He whispered leaning into my earlobe, as he closed the distance between us with one single stride. But his body stayed stiff refusing to touch mine, his hands erect. Though he could easily, he didn't.

Now that I don't think is even a little bit of chivalry, though it might seem so.

Swiping off the sweat from my forehead cautiously in a way that my elbow wouldn't touch his stomach, I took deep breaths and walked backwards to make space expected to be given by two normal people, who happen to be strangers.

"I have something to confess." I said looking into his blazing irises, soothing myself to not whimper under his haughty gaze.

"Well, I see. What is so important that you couldn't wait until we meet again, or speak on call?"

"You know it, Mr Knight. I just wanted to ask again, if there is anything I could do, for you to let me free."

"Free? As in Love?"

Slowly making his way towards me, he refused to shift his flaming glare from my silver gaze, as if challenging me to answer his nonchalant query. He very well knew the answer, yet he was asking.

"Please Damon; I do not wish to marry you, we don't even know each other. We met once, where you threatened me for a dance, and apart from me along with everyone else knowing what you and your family are, I do not know anything else about you. How do you expect us to wed? Don't do this to me, this isn't fair."

I spoke, shocking myself for slamming such defying words on his face and not mewling under his knife like orbs that turned more frosty at my daring confession. He crooked his neck to the left, like a mad man watching something hilarious.

Only difference here seemed to me was, neither he is a mad man nor I spoke anything amusing. So that meant, something dangerous was leisurely strolling in his devious head, and I was well aware it would not end well for me or my family.

Before I could come out of my trance and decode his true malicious thoughts, I found him standing before me in three huge leaps, quite dangerously close.

As a reflex I was about to step back, when spoiling my instinct he pulled me by waist to his hard chest. My head collided to his upper front, and red color made its place evident on his white shirt, clearly designing my lipstick mark on his expensive apparel.

Though my eyes widened at it, but I did not dare open my mouth in fear of facing his violent behavior yet again.

"I am the Mafia, alone enough to make the world bow down at my feet. The king, people fear. The devil, children are told in-order to put them to sleep. The bad boy, girls are asked to stay away from, yet some do not do as said, falling prey to their own shenanigans. Isn't this enough, what else do you want to know? Ask me Love, I will be more than pleased in detailing you on your fiance. Is there?" He asked c*****g his eyebrow and looking straight into my blurry vision, as if daring me to say something against it.

Finding no retort reaching his ears, seeing me stay rooted to the place stiffening in his hold that only fattened, his smirk grew calamitous. Bending, he pasted his lips to the end of mine. Disgusted I tried getting out of his hold, only to find myself more in his death grip,

"Stop twisting Love! You do not want my friend down there to push himself into yours forcefully. If that happens, it is not my fault let me be clear. You are provoking him by rubbing your lower half on him."

Hearing his blunt comebacks, I couldn't control my sniffle anymore. Standing rigid, I said clogging on my tears, "Please Damon."

"Want to know me before you are tied to me, is that your problem? Fine! If that is what you want, let us post-pone the wedding." He said drawing his lips to my shoulder blade and grazing his teeth on it. Making me shudder in loathe.

Wanting to leave as quick as possible from the man who was soaring high on hormones, I replied hurriedly exhaling clumsily, "Really? Should I inform my parents about it?"

He didn't cancel the wedding but postponement is in itself a sweetener. I would get more time to be myself, stay by my family, friends and home.

Feeling relieved for being able to push the nightmarish matrimonial for now, a slight smile appeared on my lips. At-least I could buy more time before the inevitable happens, maybe just maybe, I will be able to make him understand in the future, I am not the right one for him.

"Of course Love! Tell them, the wedding is postponed for an year." He said pushing himself a little away from me, as he dragged his knuckles ever so lightly on my cheek.

"This means a lot to me, I am really grateful to you." I replied, happiness clearly audible in my tone.

"So does to me." He smiled and it seemed anything but genuine, though I tried, I couldn't exactly point out the hidden meaning behind it.

But for now, I just wanted to walk away from him fearing anymore physical intimacy. I tried to relieve myself from his hold, whilst finding his stare shift from my eyes to lips. I shuddered thinking about his next action.

"I believe, I should leave. Will you please let me?"

"Should I?" He counter questioned, still not shifting his gaze.

"My family would be awaiting my return, please. This time I am telling the truth." I pleaded, while the words came out as fearful stammer.

"Yeah! You should go. Goodbye for now, Love."

Soughing I tried to move backwards, and this time he let me. My smile brightened and waving him a farewell I turned to leave; swiftly drifting off to my dreamland where I hoped to see my family merrier, when I break this news to them. At-least we have an year together for now, to plan further on ways to cancel the wedding.

But I didn't realize I was being inane to reckon, the devil would leave me off the hook smoothly. How could I forget that a monster like him would not accept anything, without changing the circumstances to his asset.

"Stay with me to know me."

~  End of Sasha West's POV ~

"Stay with me to know me." She abruptly stopped her steps hearing the cause behind her sleepless nights, her eyes instantly filled with tears, she didn't dare turn back or look at him.

What difference did the proposition even make, when either way she would be staying with him in just a week's time?

This only was worse than the previous, without legalizing their relationship she will be living with him. She did not see any good in this. She then got a deeper view of his diabolicalities. He could change everything to his merit, a master manipulator, a bastard, who fed on other's fear.

He walked towards her, making loud sounds on the floor, tapping the shoe sole hard. This is exactly what he wanted, hitting two birds with one stone. He got ample amount of time until the wedding and yet he got to stay with her. His dad won't have a say in it this time, now that he has a valid reason to ground the same.

He knew she won't stop trying to free herself from him, and just like he anticipated the fish herself made its way to the net.

Standing exactly behind her, merely few inches away he asked, tone mocking, lips smirking, mind boasting at the wonder of his plan, "What happened Love? You had a problem with the wedding, for you didn't know me properly. Doesn't that mean, you want to know me well? So by staying under the same roof, in the same room, sharing the same bed, you will get to know me more than anyone else ever had the liberty to. Isn't that a great opportunity for a person, who wants to know me inside out?"

She did not know what to say, his voice clearly ringing in her ears, her own formulae twisted to his benefit, she couldn't find a better reply to retaliate.

She never knew words could be twisted this good, to make sure needs are met. With this she understood one thing for sure, this man, the devil she liked to call him as, was not someone to mess with.

A tortuous brain, cutlass body, tenebrous thoughts, and wizardly power to turn every single thing, living or non living to his will were his prodigious pros, thus transforming him to the wretch earthlings dreaded.

"Either you stay with me or get married to me after a week. You have a week to decide Love. Be quick, I have very little patience left in me. For that matter I am not a patient man Love, you should be grateful that I grant you week's time, counting my caliber to not. Whatever you choose, you are coming home with me. Am I clear?"

She didn't care to meet his gaze or reply, not with words or a nod. Her body stayed paralyzed, mind trying with ferocity to latch out at the sliding words for a better comeback but everything went in vain.

Because only her heart could tell, how much pain it currently endured. The thought of marrying a criminal, and being manipulated for a lifetime wasn't easy to cope for the teen.

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