Mafia Romance Series

Chapter 6

"You broke omertà." He stated.

Everyone was silent.

What the f**k was omertà ?

The young man’s eyes went wide and he took a small step back, "No, Sir I-I didn't."

"Then why is there a certain w***e wife of yours, telling her friends that her husband is in the mafia?"

The man raised his hands and shook his head vigorously, "no, no no. E-Emma..." He stuttered his wife's name, "she doesn't know what she's talking about..."

An amused smile passed the Devils lips.

But that smile held no humor. It was cruel, and heartless.

"You broke Omertà. And your wife will be joining you soon."

There was the bang of a gun, and silence.

The man fell to the floor, a single shot was imbedded in his head, killing him instantly.

I felt myself gag as I watched a stream of blood pour from his lifeless head.

Sinisters eyes remained cold and indifferent, his cruel smile was still plastered on his face as he lowered his gun.

Ingrid heaved by my side as she turned away.

"I-I get sick at the sight of blood." She said shakily.

He lay his gun on his lap as he turned to Afanas and the other two men.

Before he started the conversation , he glanced to where I stood, his eyes didn't even look at me.

They settled on Ingrid.

"Clean this up. Now."

I felt her freeze next to me.

If she got sick cleaning this up, he'd kill her for sure.

She heaved and stepped back, her big green eyes avoiding looking at the body.

I saw her head shaking slowly and tears poured freely down her cheeks.

"I-I can't-t"

I glanced at his bored face, and my heart raced as I saw him reaching for his pistol.

Fuck this s**t.

I jumped in front of her just as he raised the gun.

"No!" I yelled as I stood, blocking her from view.

My hands shook, but I felt the fear pool out of me as he looked at me.

A glint of surprise crossed his eyes but it was gone in seconds.

His ice eyes clashed with my blue eyes and his face was stone.

I didn't break eye contact, his gun was still raised.

He could kill me, if he wanted to. I had never felt more useless and helpless, yet I felt weirdly strong.

I had never felt more vulnerable yet in control in my entire life.

an evil look crossed his face and as he spoke those two words, I knew my fate was sealed.

"Come here."

CHAPTER 9

I froze at his words.

His gun was still raised, if I didn't listen to him then he'd kill Ingrid.

I didn't know why I was risking my life for a complete stranger who only exchanged a few hushed words with me.

Maybe it was because I thought I stood a better chance. I was bought for some unknown reason, this man paid a large sum of money for me, it would be idiotic to shoot me after he paid.

Ingrid on the other hand wasn't purchased, and I found myself thinking that she had it worse than I did. He could kill her and lose nothing.

Now I stood, staring down the barrel of a gun.

Fuck it.

I took a few steps across the room, men watched as the scene unfolded.

Every step I took I felt my fear fading away. I felt brave.

My eyes grazed the floor as I walked, I couldn't look into the eyes of the man that stood some feet away from me.

I would lose every ounce of bravery I had if I did.

My heels clicked across the cement, that soft noise ricochet off the walls of the dark room.

I stopped walking when his shoes came into view, my eyes were still plastered to the cement of the floor.

"Look at me." His voice was deep, brutal.

I blinked and my body shook. I trailed the scene as my head raised and suddenly I saw his face.

Fear. I tasted it on my tongue, a strong metallic taste that burned through my throat.

His iced eyes stared me down, like I was his prey.

Anyone could see just by looking at him, that he was a killer.

A gorgeous, sexy, killer.

His dark hair neat and slicked, his iced eyes lined with the dark edge that seemed to pierce his soul.

He was a beautiful murderer.

His gun had lowered, and was now placed by his side, his fingers still touched the trigger as if he was ready to shoot me at any given moment.

I would do anything to not be killed right now.

He sat back in his 'throne' . His eyes shone like death, as he motioned for me to sit. On his lap.

"Show me what you got, shlyukha." (Slut). He growled.

I gritted my teeth, and felt my arms tremble.

I glanced to his side, Afanas watched, his dark eyes serious as he stared me down.

His fingers tapped impatiently on the trigger.

I swallowed down the metallic fear as I stepped closer.

No more fear, Calla. Suck it up.

I placed my hand to the side of his face and raised my leg over his thighs.

I shook as I lowered myself down onto his lap. His body was hot and it consumed me.

I straddled him, like a f*****g w***e. My arms wrapped around his neck slowly as I settled down on him.

My pelvis pushed into his crotch, I felt him shift slightly under me. His c**k pressed into me and I trembled.

Our faces were close, I noticed a small, faded scar etching his left brow. Other than that, his face was unrealistically perfect.

And dangerous.

His eyes were trained on me, and they gave nothing away. He was emotionless.

His arm moved and suddenly he was pointing his gun at Ingrid.

My reflex kicked in and I found myself holding his bicep, my nails scratched him and I shook, pleading with him.

Nonono this little f**k face can't shoot her.

His head c****d to the side as he studied me.

I shook my head tightly, my eyes watering and begging him not to shoot her.

He couldn't shoot her.

Not the only person that has talked to me. Not the one name that I knew. Not the poor girl who was taken just like many of us.

Not the-

BANG

The fire erupted through the walls of the room like thunder.

Tears welded in my eyes as I saw a body fall to the floor.

"kto-to ochistit' eto. i poluchit' eti blyadi otsyuda tuda, gde oni prinadlezhat." (Somebody clean this s**t up, and get these w****s out of here to where they belong.)

His eyes never left mine. They were evil.

The word was back in motion, I sensed behind me movement, but I never broke his gaze.

He killed her.

He just killed that poor girl. He shot Ingrid.

It's all my fault. Maybe she wouldn't have gotten sick, maybe if I just let her do what the Devil told her to do she would be alive.

But no, I had to f**k it up, and get a poor innocent girl murdered.

My arms remained around his neck. I didn't know what to do, so many things were running through my mind, and I felt like I was going to blow.

I watched his eyes search mine for a reaction.

That's what this heartless man wanted. He wanted a reaction out of me.

I was just a rat in a cage, and he was testing me.

Suck a d**k you Satanic prick, you're not getting anything out of me.

I pushed the hysterics and tears down until I swallowed them.

I let my eyes go blank and I pushed it all away.

The door behind me slammed and suddenly we were alone.

I ripped my hands away from him like he had burned me, I went to get off his lap when his hand gripped my thighs.

Fuck d**k s**t b***h mother f*****g Jesus Mary FUCKKKKK.

A whole new fear erupted inside of me as he looked at me, the rings on his fingers dug into my skin.

"You killed her." My voice rang out through the room. It sounded alien to me. Scratchy, and soft....brave.

An amused smile broke out onto his face at my words and without thinking I went to slap him.

Yeah...no.

His hand grabbed my wrist centimeters from his face, and his smile was gone.

"Yes I did, and I'd do it again." His accent was thick and heavy with each word.

"You're a monster."

His lips turned into another cruel smile as he pulled me into him, his hand twisted my wrist behind my back, and I had never felt more powerless.

He pressed his lips to my ear as I struggled against him.

"You haven't seen anything yet." He promised, and suddenly I was on the floor, curled up in my own fears, his uncomfortable warmth gone, and I was left to cry.

CHAPTER 10

Afanas POV:

Blood sprayed across my fists, I relished in the way my rings cut into his flesh.

I tipped his chair back, his broken face was caked with blood.

"Evahn, you underestimate your family." I said slowly.

His bruised eyes closed and I watched in humor as a tear slipped down his face, it mixed with the blood and a pink streak lined his face.

Men don't cry.

"Afanas, I don't know what h-happened..." He choked.

I pulled a blade from pocket and angled it into his throat. My friend Slayer who was helping with the interrogation pushed his chair back further.

I dug the knife into his neck as it cut through and he began choking on the blood that spilled down his throat.

I shook my head, "how do you not know what happened to 150 kilos of cocaine?" I dug the blade further into his pink flesh, "huh?...you were the only one guarding the north bay."

"I, uh" he winced and choked, "they came so f-fast. The Italians were in the harbor, and I...I didn't know what t-to do."

He coughed and a spray of blood erupted from his throat.

"I pulled my gun." He gurgled "but there were too many."

I opened my mouth to reply when the door flew open.

Sinister walked in.

He had been my best friend since we were children growing up in Russia. He was the first in command of the Russian mafia, and I was the second in command.

We were more than brothers.

He looked bothered, he nodded his head for me to talk to him.

I motioned for Slayer to continue the interrogation as I met Sinister in the hall.

"You're acquainted with the girl I bought in the auctions, correct?"

"Calla?"

He nodded.

Yeah. I knew Calla. The runner. The Russian.

"She's in the meeting room, take care of it." He spoke sharply. The way his eyes shadowed over made me think something went wrong.

"chto sluchilos'...?" (What happened?)

He shook his head furiously, "I don't f*****g know. Just...fuck. Take care of the problem."

I c****d my head to the side, "do you want me to put her with the other w****s?"

"Net." He said quickly, too quickly. (No)

I frowned at him but make sure not to question his authority. Sinister may be like a brother to me, but I knew better than to mess with him in times of stress.

I turned on my heels and made my way down the halls until I came to the meeting room.

The door was opened a c***k and the lights were off.

Suspicion trailed my mind and I pulled a gun from my jacket.

I held it by my side as I cautiously made my way into the room.