The Ruthless Mafia King's Possession

7. MOOD SWINGS

★JANIE★

He wiped his face with his bloody hand. Then, he shot me a daunting glare. I braced myself for what could come next. I was ready to bear the brunt of my action. He could run a slap across my face. or perhaps, he might even kill me too. But instead, his handsome face brightened with a devilish smirk and he claimed my lips.

Disgusted and aggravated in anger, I broke the kiss and ran a slap across his hard chiseled face. I pressed my lips together into a grim line and tossed a glare at him.

"Janie, I-"

Tossing my hand in the air, I yelled at the top of my lungs. "Save it." Then I immediately turned on my heels and dashed back into the mansion, straight to my room.

Fastening the latch on the door, I sprinted into the bathroom and switched on the faucet. Then I started scrubbing my lips and rinsing my face with the cold water. Images of all that transpired with that man surged to the forefront of my brain, bringing tears to my eyes instantly.

My lips quivered as I wondered if I might suffer the same fate as that man. The way he plead for his life with tears in his eyes, plagued with the miserable and pathetic fate. What if I tried to escape and he catches me for the second time, would he kill me too?

Slipping to the floor, I broke into tiny sobs and buried my head in between my knees. The tiled floor sprung some cold sensation in my body, but I didn't care.

At this point, I hated my life! I hated my life so much that the urge to commit suicide overwhelmed me. Was I cursed from birth? My mother died, and my father betrayed me, selling me off like a worthless piece of trash for just a hundred thousand dollars. Money that could disappear in the twinkle of an eye, if not well-spent.

Deep down, I knew I did well by slapping him for kissing me. How could he place his filthy lips smeared with an innocent man's blood on mine? But still, a part of me somewhat felt I shouldn't have. This was a ruthless mafia boss we were talking about; someone who could end my life with just a snap of his fingers.

Sniffling back tears, I shuffled to my feet to switch off the faucet. Then I brought my head to face my reflection in the mirror. The girl staring right back at me look so miserable, she seemed as though there was nothing for her to live for. And she was completely different.

Perhaps, I could just end this misery. Maybe if I slit through my wrist, I would bleed to death, eluding this pathetic life. Wiping off the tears from every corner of my eyes, I turned on my heels and went to get the pocket knife I saw on the bedside table.

Nonetheless, it might be better if I ended it all before Luciano came for me. Because I was quite certain he might be pissed at what I did.

Picking up the knife, I sauntered into the bathroom and raised the knife to my wrist. Tears welled up my eyes and my lips quivered as I thought of what I was about to do. Swallowing hard, I brought the knife closer to my wrist and the steel sent cold shivers surging through my spine.

★LUCIANO★

"f**k!"

Clenching and unclenching my fist, I punched it into the wall. I was beyond pissed. Not because she slapped me but because she had to see all of that. I was only keeping Janie with me for a reason best known to me. And not because I wanted her to see me as a monster.

I hardened my jaw and spun around quickly. "Discard that." and with a sneer, I added. "Do not let me see stains on the floor tomorrow morning."

They chorused. "Yes, boss."

Having heard that, I walked into the mansion straight to my room. Pacing back and forth, I thought of what she might be going through at the moment. Should I go there to check and sort things out with her?

Stomping my right foot repeatedly on the floor, I shoved that thought aside. I, Luciano Pavarotti bow to no one. For years, I have been doing what I pleased and deemed fit. So I won't let a girl as little as Janie bother me.

I walked over to my cellar and took a bottle of tequila. Then I flipped off the lid and gulped down the content. By the time it was half empty, a knock erupted from the door and I dropped the bottle on the table and cleared my throat before speaking up.

"Come in."

Romano entered the room and his pupil dilated in shock. For a fact, he knew damn well- that I hardly drink. And when I do, it meant something was bothering me. He rushed over to me and stared at my face with concern and curiosity evident on his brows.

"What's wrong, Luciano?"

Swallowing hard, I shook my head in response. "Nothing."

"But Boss-"

"-Roman," I stated with a warning tone. "Drop it."

Silence fell between us for a couple of minutes. Then he opened his mouth to say something again. "No, Luciano. You have to confide in me, what are bros for?"

"I said nothing! Dammit!" I bellowed and his head hung low immediately.

"I didn't mean to piss you off, Boss. I'm sorry." He added quickly.

Placing both of my hands on his shoulders, I tried to calm my nerves and spoke softly. "It is fine, Romano. Just some things here and there, but don't worry about me. Now where is Pablo's mother?"

His head shot up instantly to meet my gaze. I could see his eyes flickered with fear of the unknown as he stared back at me. "She is downstairs."

Nodding, I dropped my hands and made to walk out but he stopped me mid-track. "Luciano please don't go back on your word."

My fingers curled around the knob as I turned to look at him. "I won't."

Having said that, I walked out of the room, trudge down the flight of stairs to the lounge. Immediately, Pablo's mother saw me, she stood to her feet with a wide grin plastered across her lips.

Poor woman, if only she knew what had happened to her son, I thought to myself.

I plopped on the couch, drumming my fingers against the soft layers of the chair. "Please sit." She obliged with that smile widely spread across her lips.

"once more I want to say a very big thank you for everything you have been doing for my family. The moment I received your message, I hurriedly came over to help you. You're my benefactor, that's the least I could do to show my appreciation."

Feigning a small smile, my lip curved slightly but it didn't reach my eyes. "I am glad you came, Ma'am."

"Oh please address me as Mrs. Andrea. Ma'am makes me feel too old and it would be quite burdening to see my benefactor calling me that."

Squinting my eyes at her, I shrugged my shoulders. "If you so please, Mrs. Andrea. I called you here to take care of my house. I would create a room for you and make provision for everything you need in exchange for your service."

Her eyes surveyed the whole lounge. After a couple of seconds, they reunited with my gaze and I forced a smile. "I can't stay in this big house for free, Master Luciano. I know you said in exchange for my service, but this is too much. You paid for my hospital bills, sent my other son abroad and you also took Pablo as one of your own, so please let me pay."

"Mrs. Andrea." I tried to speak as calmly as I could. "If you are grateful for everything I have done for you, the least you can do, is to do what I ask."

She nodded immediately. "Yes sir."

Bringing out my credit card from my pocket, I handed it over to her. "Here is my credit card. I'd like you to shop for someone. She is the girl you'd be looking after. Her name is Janie, nineteen years old and I would like you to act as a mother figure to her. Using this credit card, shop for clothes, shoes, bags, and every other thing a nineteen-year-old lady would like."

"You must really like this girl, Master Luciano."

Narrowing my gaze into mere slits, I said nothing. Instead, I signaled Romano to usher her to her room to drop her luggage.

"Master Luciano?"

Tilting my head to meet her gaze again, I responded. "Yes?"

"Am I going to take her with me?"

"No," I added quickly. "Romano will give you a picture of her and a brief description."

She nodded and made to leave. Then she turned once more and I struggled not to let out a loud groan.

"Quick question, Master Luciano. Please where is my son, Pablo? I haven't seen him around."