Taken by the Dominant Mafia

Chapter 5

Chapter five

Mateo Castillo POV

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"Why am I here?”

Until the date, I had only heard about her through others, but now having her in front of me, all those comparisons, references, the word of mouth made towards her felt like a no match because Rosanna Vietillo stared at me, those eyes never trying to blink.

The anger in her eyes, the hot burning tears that she pretended not to acknowledge as I taunted her about Kirill Vietillo, her father's death. That was the weakness she was trying to hide. She was failing at it.

But it was mainly the undefeated pride. She wasn't scared, or she was good at acting. Because I didn't sense fear. Her pride was still sky-high, the confidence in her tone was something I would not want to forget.

And how fun will it be, to break the wings she thinks she owns?

The wings of the beautiful prey

My prey. I had her hostage, under my mercy.

This isn't the first time A Castillo has taken control over A Vietillo.

But this is her first time.

“I was bored, and I wanted someone to play with”

My words come out sharp as I answer her question, and her eyes go wide, but she's quick enough to mask up the surprise as she clenches her teeth, not hiding the feeling of her anger.

“I'm not a toy for you to play with” she grits out, her palms fisted tight in an attempt to control her emotions. And I sense the hatred she has for me, which was evident. One look at her, I knew.

But I feel the same way about her. I didn't just get her here to have fun. However, shattering her will be the beginning of the fun.

Beginning to the ultimate destruction of the Vietillo Family. I had all intentions to settle the score. Make it even and set the bar high.

They say revenge is forever. And this was the beginning of forever. Her father Kirill Vietillo should have thought a hundred times before he decided to lay a finger on a Castillo Woman and when he decided to humiliate her? He should have thought about the consequences for at least for a thousand times.

But he's dead.

However, his sins will be repented.

Every day.

Every minute.

After all, hell was made for people like us. And I was someone who was going to make people's life a living hell.

“I know, princess. I know that you aren't a toy.” I confirmed, as I leaned forward to grab her jaw. She winced at my touch, but she didn't hold back her glare, like she wanted to see me dead at the moment.

And the feelings were mutual. But death is always an easy option.

It's an option I never considered, unlike my brother who chose death as punishment to her father.

“But who said I like toys?

Toys break easily. And I don't like toys which are easy to break” I informed her as I bought her face close to mine.

She immediately shut her eyes. I wasn't certain if it was out of the sudden fear as her girly modesty had knocked her senses, or she was just expecting me to do something.

“Zeke, get the cake and the gift box. It's already time for us to celebrate” I called out, my voice loud that made her body shudder, but she just didn't want to give up

And something in me told me that I enjoyed this part of her already.

The more she wanted to fight, the better. Because I will enjoy every minute breaking her pride, her strength. For me, she's the Vietillo.

After her, will be her brother.

Within seconds, Zeke rushed in, carrying the piece of cake and the gift box I was holding on to before. I walked towards him, her eyes staring at me with curiosity.

“Once again, happy birthday, Rosanna.

I don't know how your life has been in the past eighteen years.

But I will make sure your nineteenth year will be under my mercy.”

Our eyes stared at each other, as I stepped forward.

Grabbing the piece of cake, I took a bite of it

As I grabbed the gift box, which was empty, but it was needed.

Because I wanted to send a present.

“Do you know what this is?” I asked her as I licked my lips which held the cake frosting

Her eyes followed me, the way my lips moved…

She parted her lips, but didn't utter a word. But her chest raised heavily and fell, anxiously. Anyone could have mistaken her for an angel in her white gown, white bridal gown which looked so pure and delicate on her skin, but she was no angel.

“A gift box, but this isn't for you”

I told her, as I put the cake down, but I did that only after taking a good amount of frosting on my fingertip as I walked towards her.

And grabbing her cheeks, I had her lips parted.

She whimpered as I made her lips taste the frosting from my fingertip

But she held up a fight, as she tried so hard to not part her lips or her teeth which she had clasped together.

“This will be addressed to your brother, my gift for the new pakhan.

The new boss”

I let go of her, showing my disgust of touching her.

When I walked behind her, she turned her head quickly, to see me, to know what I was up to.

And I grabbed the knife I had inside my jacket, as I wasted no time in ripping her beautiful wedding dress.

Zeke left the room, his eyes down. But I couldn't care less. Not about how this will make me look like…

Maybe a monster.

A beast

A ruthless man

Nevertheless I will pay for my sins in hell.

The beautiful crystals on her dress, the sheer material, the beads on it, tore apart…

I, half expected her to cry or scream the word

'help', in a delusion of having someone come for her rescue

But instead, she looked at me. Breathing like a wounded animal, which was waiting for it's time to strike.

Her eyes held the fierceness, which made my lips curl up

“I like playing with you. I take pleasure knowing how I am planning to break you.

And I will break you” I stressed my words, as I stuffed the piece of her dress into the box.

“This is just the beginning, Princess”

I told her, as I left.

Not trying to look back. But she screamed, out of agony. Yet, I didn't hear a cry.

And I knew her tears would bring me the greatest pleasure.

.

.

.

When I stepped out, Zeke was waiting, along with the guards who would be watching over her in my absence. Because she wasn't just an ordinary hostage. And I knew how this will affect both of the mafia world's.

The brotherhood and the bratva

“Are you going to leave her inside? She's going to freeze and starve to death. What's gotten into you, Mateo?” Zeke questioned, as he followed me.

“I'm sure one night inside the cell will not have her curb to death. Stop exaggerating Zeke.” I shrugged, as I unzipped my jacket and grabbed the keys to my motorcycle.

“I'm going to deliver this to her brother. And congratulate him for becoming the new pakhan. Make sure there are no security lapses.

And for safety, have someone watch mother and my brother, Rico.

Increase the security, and make sure I'm informed of all the single details” I ordered, giving out the instructions as I stared at Zeke, who didn't look happy.

But he nodded at my order.

And when I walked towards my motorcycle, he followed me.

“The brotherhood doesn't believe in holding women and children as accountable.

Do you think your brother will be happy knowing this news?” Zeke questioned as I grabbed my helmet, zipping my jacket as I grabbed my gloves.

And I let out a laugh

“King…

My brother?

Of Course he will be mad at me. But guess what Zeke?, I know what I am doing.

Just make sure my mother doesn't find the news.

To say the least, she will not be happy.

However I'm sure she will have no say in this. Because even she knows I don't listen.

Not to anyone.

I don't fall under these rules. I will make my own”

I lip curled up as I increased the escalator, the sound of the engine echoing in the air like the devil's siren.

And I left, racing on the road.

Along with the injured bodies, Igor will receive the gift box.

After all, he is no better than his dead father.