Mafia's Princess

Chapter seven - bite me, daddy

chapter seven - bite me, daddy

"I think I like him," I finally stated to Bruce. He wasn't home when I came back but he had spare keys around the lobby so I used them to get inside his apartment and when I did, I just went to sleep. He came back soon though and ever since he came back I had been talking about Marco and how handsome and appealing he was to my eyes. Bruce was getting bored of my statements towards Marco but he couldn't say anything on it since he loved me.

"You have told me that like a billion times now!" He said, he sounded tired and exhausted. I wondered where he was from the last couple of hours while he was sleeping but I didn't question his whereabouts.

"I know but like the previous billion times I wasn't sure but now I am. I actually do really like him. There is something different about him like something really really different." I tried to explain to him but he didn't understand. Maybe it was just a girl feeling he couldn't understand.

"Okay, do you even know who he is?" Bruce asked and I bit my lip gently and shook my head. He sighed and shook his head as well.

"Do you even have his number?" He asked again and I shook my head disappointingly. I didn't have his number, it was so dumb of me not to take from him but I did try and he promised me to text me.

"He said he has my number so I don't need his number. He will call or text me soon probably." I said trying to assure myself that I like someone who is a complete stranger.

"Oh okay, I am going to get something cooked because I am hungry and your chit chat about your handsome guy isn't filling up my stomach." He said before walking towards the kitchen and making himself something for dinner. I turned around from my couch and looked him while wondering about Marco.

"Can't you like dig and find stuff about him like where he is from and all?" I asked Bruce. Isn't that what best friends are for?

"Yes I could but only if you gave me his full name. I might not even need to dig if he is the Marco I know." Bruce replied while stirring something in the pot.

"What do you mean by that? Do you know someone named Marco?" I asked while walking towards him. He was preparing some lasagne which smelled delicious.

I folded my hands against my chest and waited for his reply. "Yes I do! But I assume that isn't the person you are taking about since the one I know is extremely dangerous and a manic." Bruce said. There was terror in his eyes when he described his Marco.

"Okay, what do you need apart from his full name for you to figure out who he is?" I asked him. I wanted to know everything about that suspicious man. I was being eager for that information.

"If he does messages you, give me his number or ask him his full name and I will tell you who he is." He stated. And now I was patiently waiting for his message like a desperate person wanting someone.

"Anyways, now that you have stopped talking about your imaginary daddy or whatever. Can we discuss what is more important?" Bruce asked.

What was more important than my imaginary daddy at this point? Oh ya my family and work.

"Okay sure," I said.

"I found you some work at a retail supermarket since you told me you don't like to have back office jobs. The pay is good and manager is my friend so you don't have to be worried about getting fired ever. The timings are from 2-10. You can go tomorrow and check it out, if it is good for you then do it, if not, tell me, I will find another one for my princess." He explained. I was happy that I got a job somewhere good.

"That's amazing, thank you so much!" I screamed and hugged him from behind as he continued to cook his food.

"Yeah, you are welcome!"

"Should I tell my parents about it, like I don't mind staying here at all but I miss my little Bella." I asked from him, it maybe to early to go back home right now.

"No, don't do that s**t, Wendy." Bruce said out of frustration. "Wait a few days please, if you keep listening to them, they will control you and your life. Look, I don't want to risk anything but you need to get yourself sorted out before you go back to that hell hole." He continued.

"I do have myself sorted out,"

"You don't, you have to control them, they do not have to control you. You are 19 years old, Wendy, for christ sake, how much of their yelling and s**t you will take?" Bruce screamed. He did really care for me and he didn't wanted to me get any sort of danger like last time so that is why he was being over protective about me and I understood it. There wasn't anything wrong in his words.

"Okay, calm down, I won't tell them and I will get myself sorted out before going to them." I agreed and he happily continued to cook his meal.

"That's like a good girl. Now go ahead and sleep, I have work so I won't be here for the night but I will come back soon so don't be worried." Bruce said.

"Oh, what work?" I asked, that was really suspicious of him to work at night.

"Just something," he trailed off.

I shrugged it away and went to my room, while removing my clothes, I glanced at my bruises which were a result of my past actions. Something I would never be able to talk about.

I wore a silky night gown that Bruce had kept for his girlfriend and it fitted me perfectly. I did look extremely shiny and sexy in it. Who was I trying to impress?

Oh myself.

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(Warning)

I was sleeping when I heard something suspicious so I immediately got up as soon as the unknown voice increased. I threw my blankets across the other side of the bed and walked around the room, searching for the room lights. When I found them, I switched them on and looked around to see who was here but there wasn't anyone. However, I could sense someone's present.

It was 3 o'clock in the morning and Bruce wasn't back yet. I switched the lights off and walked out of my room, shrugging the uneasiness. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass water and chugged it down my dry throat as quickly as I could. All the lights in the entire apartment were switched off, there was only one light source and that was from the balcony which was locked.

I looked around one last time before walking to my room, I turned around and closed the door of my room. My eyes were heavy and I just wanted to sleep but this weird feeling caught me off.

I gasped when I saw someone by my bed, he was standing straight. I couldn't see the face as it wad dark but then he came into the light.

"I feel like there is something that we missed earlier today and I just wanted to complete that." The man whispered in dark before walking towards me. It was a moment of silence for me as I had no idea on what to mutter. His hands went towards my head, his fingers tangled between the locks of my hair before he grabbed me by face and kissed me.

I didn't knew how to respond to that so I just kissed him back. Our lips met in a fierce rhythm, his fingers tightened around my hair and jaw as his kiss deepened. I closed my eyes tightly and enjoyed the moment. I couldn't think about anything else.

We both were aggressive as heck, neither of us went soft. He pulled my hair and so did I. We didn't French kiss but I wanted to do it so badly but before I could do it he pulled away. I grasped as much air I could possibly. He looked me in the eyes and waited for a response, it seemed like he was asking for consent and I did it give to him by kissing him again.

I moaned when our tongues collided, his lips were so soft and plumped. The heat inside me started to rise rapidly, I didn't just want a kiss anymore. I wanted more than that. I wanted everything now. All of him.

"Holy s**t!" I whispered as I forcibly pulled away from him after a long session of make out, my fingers were tangled in his hair and vice versa. His veiny hand was wrapped around my neck and I could literally at that moment feel the pulses of my neck vibrate through his hands so quickly. My heart was thumping out of my chest, I tried to air inside me.

He moved his hands away from my neck and grabbed the waist tightly, with just using a little force he pulled me towards his body. I gasped as I felt his pelvic bone touch mines in a fiery second. He held my hair tightly and pulled it backwards so I could look up straight into his eyes.

I was running out of breath, and I could feel my lips getting swollen from the sudden heated attack on me.

"Please," I breathed out, it came like a whisper that only he could hear. I had so much lust for him but he didn't have that same thing. I could feel his nails digging in my raw flesh beneath the silk.

I wanted him.

"No," he muttered before leaving, he slipped away from my room so quickly that I didn't even notice him going out. As he left my body, I turned weak and came back into my senses. Placing my hand over my chest I walked out of my room to see where he went.

Did he just deny me?

The front door was open and he wasn't there anymore. He left just like that.

After a few more seconds of being in shock, I came back into my senses and when I did. I just wondered what just happened.

That man was Marco.