Conquered by the Mafia Boss

“I know she’s been to Le Zinc to see you and I know you picked her up from that bar.”

“Sit the fuck down.”

His heated voice puts me on edge, and my soldiers tense against the wall.

Defuse the fucking situation.

Carlos backs off, venom in his gaze as he sits down on the chair as though it has pins. I take my seat and fold my hands into steeples.

“Couple weeks ago, I met a girl in my bar,” I tell him, staring directly into his eyes. “I took her home. We had a good time and that was that.”

“You son of a bitch-”

“I had no idea who the fuck she was until she came into Le Zinc.”

Carlos doesn’t say another word. He just stares at me with the most poisonous, rotten hatred I’ve ever seen in my life.

“My daughter came to you and you fucked her like one of your whores?”

Heat slowly builds up in my chest. “I told you, I had no idea who she was. I would have never touched her.”

That’s a lie.

“I want my daughter back home-”

“No.”

He stands up from the chair, biceps rippling. “No?”

“Sit back down.”

“I will fucking-”

“She’s pregnant, and it’s mine.”

For a moment there’s stunned silence and his jaw goes slack. Then he lets out a scream of outrage and the table flips over, crashing to the side of the wall. I saw it coming a mile away. One wrong look and he’ll come after me and I’ll be forced to kill him.

I stand up and grab the head of my chair, watching his pacing body as he desperately tries to keep it all together.

“You fucking insult me by fucking my daughter and getting her pregnant-”

“Carlos, I had no idea who she was, but I want to make it right. I never meant to disrespect you.”

“You disrespected me the moment you put your fucking cock inside her.” He spits on the floor and Chris makes a violent gesture, but I hold out a hand.

He’s allowed to be pissed.

“We’re engaged. I’ll make her part of my family-”

“NO!”

My hands turn white. “I’m trying to do right by your daughter.”

“I’d rather see her dead than watch her get married to an Italian.”

“What the fuck did you just say?”

The ugly words hang over our heads like a grand piano on the verge of crashing down. There it is, out in the open. Carlos sucks in his bottom lip, bursting to tell me off like the dumbass he is.

Say it again, you piece of shit. And I’ll grab the shotgun hidden behind the couch.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

“You want to make it right?” he says in a cooler tone.

“Yes.”

He points a finger in my face. “She gets an abortion and she comes back to me.”

Hell fucking no.

“I am not killing my unborn child.”

“Then she is fucking dead to me, AND SO ARE YOU!”

He lunges at me, but his men grab his arms and yank him back. “Carlos, come on!”

“NO! He knocked up my daughter and I’m just supposed to fucking take it?”

“I apologized to you,” I say through my teeth. “I am trying to be respectful even though I’d like to put a bullet in your head for suggesting that I force my fiancée to abort my child.”

“Why don’t you fucking try it, dago!”

I’m seconds away from hurling my chair in his face and beating him down until his legs stop working. I want to hear him scream, for his ribs to break because he just used that word against me.

“Get him the fuck out of here before I kill him.”

What a disaster.

Tensions are taut, stretched beyond their limit. Like a flickering match in a gasoline-soaked room. Everyone’s ready to explode.

“This isn’t fucking over!” he screams over his shoulder as his men drag him outside. “That fucking guinea touched my daughter-”

I kick the chair aside, and I can’t see anything but red as I lunge at the door. Sal tackles my chest before I can get to the door, and then the others help pin me against the wall. My throat is ripped raw from my screams.

“FUCKING COCKSUCKER!”

“Johnny, calm down.”

“I’ll fucking kill him!”