Conquered by the Mafia Boss

A boiling pressure builds up behind my eyes. “You can’t keep me locked up like some slave!”

“Carlos, maybe she could work there once a week.”

Once a week? That’s not nearly enough hours to get out of this fucking place.

“Fuck that!”

His face whitens with rage. “One more word out of your fucking mouth and I’ll make you wish you’d never been born.”

But I already wish that.

“You’re quitting the job. Today.”

He took away my freedom to date men, and now he’s taking away my right to earn a living. It’s too much. Tears sting my eyes, and I look away from him. Don’t fucking cry. Smash his face in, instead. God, I really want to. He walks out of the garage, turning his head around to give me a final smirk.

And that sets me off.

With my mother watching, I take the garbage can in both hands and scream, hurling the can across the garage as all the mess slides over the room. Then I pick it back up and bash the metal against the heavy sinks. It’s like a loud gong, crashing against my ears. BANG. BANG. BANG. I trash it until there are heavy dents in the cheap metal, and then I hurl it to the floor.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?”

Mom screams at me, her hands wrapping around my arms. I whirl around and yell at her furious face.

“I don’t care! He’s taken everything away from me!”

“Clean this shit up!”

“Fuck that.”

I walk quickly out of the garage, my face burning as my eyes immediately seek out the gate. The tall bars seem to touch the sky from where I stand, and then I realize that in all probability, I’ll never, ever leave this place.

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A timid female voice snaps me out of my trance and I quickly wipe my face when Beatrice steps in front of me, her eyebrows knitting together.

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

It wouldn’t do to spill my guts to my cousin. If Dad leaned on her just a little, she would blab about everything that happened in the bar.

She opens her mouth, but I quickly silence her. “I don’t want to talk about it, Bea.”

“I was just wondering if I could have my lights done.”

“Yeah, okay.”

What the fuck else is there to do?

She follows me back into the garage, where my mom is sweeping up the bits of broken glass. A stab of guilt hits my chest as I watch her, and Beatrice lets out an audible gasp.

“What the fuck happened?”

Mom glares at me as I lead her into the garage and use a rag to wipe the salon chair free of glass.

“Mom, I’ll clean it up.”

Dark eyes glittering, she sets aside the broom and gives me a tired sigh. “Come here, sweetheart.”

My insides clench painfully as I leave Beatrice’s side and join my mother’s, whose arms are so firmly crossed that I think it would take a crowbar to uncross them.

“Mom-”

“You have to stop talking to him like that. You’re never going to get what you want by fighting with him.”

I gape at her. “He doesn’t want me to do anything. Just sit here and watch after the kids and waste my life-”

Her eyes flare. “Like me?”

That’s not fair. “You wanted this. I don’t.”

She tosses her dark hair and closes her eyes as if in pain. “Do what he says. He’d ease up if you actually listened to him.”

But I don’t want to listen to him. I’m twenty-two, a grown woman, for God’s sake, and I have my own dreams. My own desires. And he’s determined to block me from all of them.

“You have no choice. Look at who your father is.”

Must I always live under his fucking shadow?

“I don’t give a shit.”

She lets out another sigh, brushing past me as she raises her manicured hands to her temple.

I turn back toward Beatrice, who smiles at me expectantly, and I force my muscles to return the smile.

More than anything, I want to be alone to think about him. A smile hitches on my face as I comb through Beatrice’s hair. He was way too damn handsome and incredible in the sack. More surprising was my willingness to follow his orders like a goddamn slave. Do this. Do that. It made my blood boil, but there was something irresistible about the authority in his voice. I couldn’t help but listen to him. I mean, Jesus, he put his mouth on my pussy and sucked me. Fuck, I can still feel his tongue lapping at my clit, his breath like steam on my pussy. I let him come inside me.

A small twist of fear drains the blood from my face. It was stupid of me. I wasn’t thinking. But I can’t deny how fucking amazing it felt to have him fill me up with his seed, his hands owning me, running over my body’s curves and squeezing as if I was irresistible. He called me things that made me soar. Gorgeous. Beautiful. The fucking nasty shit he said-I loved that, too.

I folded the card he gave me into fours, but never looked at it. I just stuck it in my jeans pocket, and I run my fingers over the coarse edges whenever I feel like calling him.

There’s no future with that guy.

A heavy wave hits me. My hands tremble and I’m suddenly glad there’s no mirror, so that Beatrice can’t see my eyes burning with unshed tears.

“I’m going out with him. Paul.”

I can tell that she’s been dying to tell me since the moment she saw me. “Oh, cool. When?”

“Geez, don’t sound so excited.”