Mobsters Desire

VIII | Chance

Elena's pov

Taking ahold of both of my wrist he pushes us against the wall. Looking into his eyes with my glossly ones I let out a small whimper. Trying to fight back, wanting to be let go I'm forced to look at him. What made the situation even worse is that this outfit was short, if I kept moving around I could expose my lower parts and I didn't want to do that infront of him.

"Luciano stop it." I told him as I completely gave up. I wasn't going to get out of his hold let alone get away from him.

"No Elena, I meant what I said..." Looking into my eyes I felt myself getting lost. His scent was intoxicating, its a drug and I want more of it but I knew I had to stop. I can't fall for this man, I can't develop feelings but I did, I had them in me and I couldn't get rid of them... Even if he enjoys other women.

"Then fire me..." Feeling a tear slowly escape my eye, running down my cheek I avoid his eyes, looking out the window of his office. "This was going to be job originally sir-"

"- No it wasn't, I lied. The moment I noticed you I wanted you and in order to get you back here with me was to trick you." Getting closer to me he pressed himself onto me, I would be lying if I said I didn't like this one bit. I liked every second, feeling how warm he was when he just looked cold and distant. "When I told you that I want you to fall in love with me I mean it. If you arn't I'll take matters into my own hands and you won't want that, trust me."

"You already have someone to love... Why me!" I felt broken for some reason, as if my heart was shattered. I've never had feelings for someone and I felt completely lost because of it. He's lying to me, he has someone, that woman from yesterday. I knew he was enjoying the view and for all I know they probably had a past, she could love him and so could he.

"I'm fine with taking care of the house."

"Quando ti dico che non voglio che ti sporchi, intendo tesoro ..." Translation: When I tell you I don't want you getting dirty I mean it darling...

I instantly gulp, his tone changing completely as well as his look. Cold, fully of authority, powerful, and just dominant. I knew he was a boss of his business which probably gives him a lot of control and authority which explains why he seems like this but where does the dominance come from? And the cold look as if he were to murder someone?

"You want to know why I want you." Slowly letting go my my wrist I instantly grab ahold of them, messaging them softly as I felt a small stinging sensation forming. I didn't want to look at him but a small feeling in my gut told me to.

"You are a beautiful woman, amazing. It's bad that you don't see that and I want to show you." 

"The fact that you are natural and don't have anything done is wonderful. You're skin glows naturally when your out in the sun, you sparkle like a star. You are a curvy woman and I love that, I wish you can see how beautiful you look. You are amazing and I want to make you mine so no other man can have you. I don't see you as a trophy, I see you as my future wife, my queen, my world."

I felt my lips part slightly, I wanted to say something to him but no words could come out. I was shocked. My heart felt soft, pounding as if I created more feelings for him after that. I'm a weakling when it comes to him, I felt submissive, part of me loved it but hated it. I could get heart broken again and just be disappointed like the other day.

"The woman that you noticed outside with me isn't a girlfriend, wife, or ex-wife, she's a nobody to me and will never be considered anything but that. Her name is Serena Russo."

I felt myself get slightly confused. My eyebrows scrunched up slightly as he mentioned her name to me... Russo, it sounds familiar but I can't pinpoint where I heard it from. Is she famous around the world?

"Is she an artist?" Looking into his eyes I tilt my head slightly as I'm still trying to figure out where I heard that last name before, I could of heard it back when I was working in the diner or something.

"No tesoro, she's the daughter of one of the mafias dons around here-"

"-W- What?" I stutter out as my eyes widen open realization. My father, that's where I heard that last name before. I remember my father telling us about why they moved here to raise us. He told us that when he and my mother were together a huge Mafia's wars started between the Russo's and some other family. Apparently deals went down along with secret deals were being made in the town of the other family's. The war lasted about two years but at the time no one knew if it would last forever compared to the last one which happened before my parents were born.

The only reason it was short was from both don's being killed along with coming up with a solutions to stop... Basically a lot went down that brought the city down badly.

"You k-know them?"

"Truth be told tesoro, to my disappointment I wish I didn't know them." Anger could be seen in his eyes, hatred for the family excited.

My question is how does he know them? I know that he's a businessman but what kinda business does he do? If he knows the Russo mob is it because they made business or they have an agreement because I know damn well he isn't part of the family...

"What kinda business do you do L-Luciano?" I stutter out of fright, i'm scared that i've gotten involved with something I was worn by my father. My father was preventing me from coming here because of the mobs here. He didn't want me getting hurt and told me everything as to why he left his home and his family.

Hearing him say next made me confused, shocked, frighten, silly, but most importantly an idiot... a fool.

"I'm a mobster tesoro."

Tears were welding in my eyes. I thought he was just a businessman not this. I wanted to run from him, I wanted my space and be far from him but somehow he knew I was going to make a run for it. Grabbing my wrist he pushes us back onto the wall causing me to let out a small gasp from how sudden it happen. I didn't want to cry, I held my tears but I wasn't upset, I was scared. I'm facing a killer, a ruthless killer to be exact.

From what my father told me mobsters kill, they make businesses with people and shops/companies, some are better than other. There's a chance he could be trafficking women, maybe children... I don't want to be part of this life at all.

"Please, let me go." I whimper. Closing my eyes I tried to calm myself down but how? 

"I-I just want space."

Looking into his eyes I could see he was contemplating whether to just let me be. Slowly I felt his grip loosen around my wrist, letting go of me. I could run back to my room and lock it but I had a feeling he would just break the door down. Moving away from me he walked towards his desk, assuming he just wanted me to have my personal space as I processed this new information. I wanted to move, I wanted to walk but I couldn't... I was in shock. The need to sit increased, letting myself slide down against the wall I let myself fall onto the ground

Smelling a strong smoke scent I looked up from my lap to see Luciano smoking a cigar in the room. He seemed stressed as he sat in his chair, puffing on the cigar every couple of seconds. It smelled nice.

'What am I going to do?' I don't want to tell my family, especially my dad, he could kill me if he found out about this, especially when I begged him to help out the family. I hate seeing them work themselves off, sometimes I wish we could have moved somewhere else where housing was affordable but we had to stay for my parents jobs. Letting out a soft sharky breath I tried to tell myself to push through. 

Even though my father warned me I didn't listen, now i'm in this situation and most likely won't be able to go visit anytime soon. I wish I could continue working, cleaning or help around here but I can't, this is how we got here in the first place...

"The Russos," Pausing to look up I realized that I caught his attention. "They started a war not too long ago right?" I whispered out I lean my head back onto the fall, facing the cellean area as I just stared at it.

"Corretto tesoro."

"If they are from another mob why are you meeting with them?"

Hearing him let out a frustrated sigh as if he remembered something stressful he replies, "Heavy subject."

"I can't show any hatred towards them due to an agreement. World War three can happen if so."

Turning my head to look at him I observe him as he smoked his cigar. His body language told me that he was calm, ready for anything coming towards his way- prepared... His eyes told a different story, those beautiful gray eyes turned dark, hatred can be seen, anger with slight sadness as if a small memory popped into his mind.

"You were the family involved weren't you?" I asked softly as I continued to observe him. Looking into my eyes he takes out his cigar, puffing out as he replied back yes. I felt bad, I was still scared of him but during that war, how it ended both don's were killed. The Russo's killed the past don in the Vertoly's mob, shortly after the son's don avenged his father's death, killing the don all while getting himself killed. I don't know anything about the Vertoly's considering that they were adamant about keeping their privacy, but the russos youngest son had to take the roll of don and setting this solution up to stop the war and destruction upon the city and both families.

"The Russo's are responsible for the deaths of my family, the destruction along with the killings of the innocents." Tilting my head at him I was confused, responsible of the death of his family? This war was so long ago but at the same time it was recent, it being almost twenty nine years old. My parents were seventeen when all of that happened.

"My father was murdered, my brother killed, my mother strangled, beaten and cut, unborn sibling died. I was left in the safe room while it happened." Throwing his cigar away into a tray he got up from his seat and walked towards me. I coward in front of him as he stood right in front of me, looking down at me as if were a child... Within seconds I was up on my feet wrapped in Lucianos arms, not realizing that I was letting tears run down my cheek and hugging him.

Even after everything he told me I still have feelings for him, his scent was amazing and I took comfort in it, considering that he was warm I felt as if I were wrapped in a blanket. I could fall asleep as I hugged him but I knew better. He was dangerous but deep down I was sacred, I knew I liked it as If I had a dark side I've never discovered.

"Non aver paura di me." Translation: Don't be scared of me.

"Dammi la possibilità di mostrarti che non sono un mostro" Translation: Give me a chance to show you I'm not a monster.

"Okay Luciano."