The Mafia’s Forbidden Desire

ANTONIO.

I got to the basement within minutes, and like Marco said, Oliver was there, seated on a chair with his hands tied to the back of the chair, his legs tied together, and a rope tied around his body all together, attaching him to the chair.

The knots were firm, and it was impossible for him to free himself.

“So, you think you are a bad guy, uh?” My voice was surprisingly calm as I questioned him, approaching him slowly.

“What do you want from me? Let me go!” He retorted, wincing in pain.

I came to a stop in front of him, folding my arms across my chest and staring down at him.

“Use your own mouth to confess to what you did.” I said.

“Please!” He yelled, his chest heaving rapidly. “My only crime was to fall in love with Sofia. I won’t deny that I love her. And I don’t think I can stay away from her. That’s the only confession that I have to make.”

“Sofia ain’t my business anymore. If you like, fuck her until you produce a dozen more babies. It’s not my fucking business!” I growled.

Confusion spread across his face as he asked. “Then why am I here?”

“Because you attempted to kill me.” I told him what I believed he already knew.

“What? Kill? What are you talking about?” His eyes narrowed as he asked, feigning ignorance.

“I had expected that you wouldn’t admit to what you did, which is why you would be tortured until you confess.” I stated, my voice low but dark as I crouched down before him.

“Please!” He muttered exhaustingly as tears began to form in his eyes. “I don’t know what you are talking about. I’ll be a father soon. Because don’t let my babies grow up without a father.”

Babies?

“What do you mean by babies? Isn’t it just one child?” I asked curiously.

“No. Sofia has twins growing inside her.” He told me. A small, sad smile touched his lips before it quickly faded.

“You should have thought about them before coming after my life.” I pressed my lips tightly together, blowing out a sharp breath.

A part of me was tempted to free him and give him a chance to be a father to his children. But a more dominant part of me decided against it. When he sent hitmen after me, Rosalinda also almost lost her life, and I could never forgive that. I could never forgive him for putting her life in danger. She was everything to me. Everything! I couldn’t even imagine losing her.

And the thought of that was what was driving me to take revenge on Oliver.

“I didn’t.” Oliver croaked, his voice almost inaudible. “Please let me go.”

“You don’t seem like you are ready to confess.” I muttered as I placed my hand on his shoulder and squeezed it lightly. Looking directly into his eyes, I continued. “Marco would help you change your mind.”

Without saying anything more, I leapt to my feet and trudged to the entrance, where Marco was standing with both hands dipped inside his pockets.

“Torture him until he confesses.” I Instructed. Nestling in, I whispered into his ears. “Once he confesses, terminate him without hesitation.”

After leaving the basement, I went straight to my office to continue with work. But ten minutes in, my mind drifted to Rosalinda, and I found myself daydreaming about her. I missed her sweet pussy. I could hear the sweet sound that escaped her lips when I touched her sensitive parts. It echoed in my ears as I reminisced about fucking her. Damn, I missed her.

If she were here with me, I would’ve fucked her all over again until she couldn’t walk any more.

At the thought of Rosalinda, I suddenly remembered the physical mail that Marco gave to me, saying it came from Roberto. I had kept it aside because I was extremely busy at that moment, hoping I’d look at it once I was done. But by the time I finished with what I was working on, I totally forgot about it.

Pulling out the drawer where I had kept the little white envelope, I retrieved it and slowly opened it.

What was inside was a birthday invitation card. For Roberto’s sixty-first birthday party. It seemed really strange. Roberto had never celebrated a birthday, and all of a sudden he’s celebrating one?

He had been acting quite weird lately, and I couldn’t seem to figure out why. Business had been going smoothly and all, but he still didn’t seem at peace.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

The sound of my phone ringing suddenly cut through my thoughts, and I picked up my phone from the desk.

Diego Romano? My eyes narrowed as I stared at the name flashing on the phone’s screen.

Ever since I blew up his car, I have been trying so hard to avoid doing business with him or anything that would make me get close to him.

Wondering why he was calling now, I picked up the call and put the phone to my ear.

“Nicely played.” Were the first words that came out of his mouth.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“My car was blown up.” He told me, and a sudden hunch that he knew it was me bubbled up my throat.

But I decided to remain calm.

“I heard from Roberto. Sorry about that.” I muttered.

“The person who blew the car up tried to make me believe it was the Petrovs who did it. But I spoke with Nikolai Petrov, and he said it wasn’t them. You know that they always own up to whatever they do, and-”

“Go straight to the point.” I groaned, tapping my feet impatiently on the floor.

He sighed, before continuing. “The CCTV footage we checked spotted you in the area around the explosion. Same day and about the same time.”

Fuck! I thought I made sure all the footage was deleted. I made sure of that!

“What are you trying to imply? That I was responsible for the explosion? Come on, man. I didn’t do it.” I denied it without hesitation.

“I am not asking if you did it; I know you did it. What I am just trying to understand is why. I don’t remember us having a dispute. So, why would you threaten me while hiding behind the Petrovs name?” He questioned, his voice getting louder as he spoke.

“I didn’t do it!” I denied it again, my voice raised. “Stop spewing rubbish. Just like you said, I have no reason to. So, I don’t do it.”

“Deny it all you want, but-”

“I am not denying, and there are no buts. Do not call me and accuse me of such. Ever again!” I growled, cutting him off.

Before he could reply, I ended the call and aggressively slammed the phone on the desk.

How on earth did he retrieve the footage I made sure I deleted? How?!

This was bad. Really bad. I didn’t just risk going into war with Diego Romano, but Nikolai Petrov would also likely not let it pass when he realised that I used his name to carry out that atrocity.

Rage surged within me as I picked up the flower vase on the desk and smashed it against the wall, shattering it into multiple pieces.

Fuck!