Conquered by the Mafia Boss

“Jesus!”

Finding nothing, he releases me roughly and steps back with a small smirk that makes my heart pound. “Please. Don’t pretend that your heart isn’t pounding because you’re excited that I touched you.”

He’s a fucking ass, even though he’s right. My heart is fit to burst, but that’s more about being surprised than having his hands all over me. I clutch my chest and feel my skin jumping in my palm. I can’t calm down, not with his heavy gaze all over me. A vivid memory of his hand squeezing my tits makes blood rush to my face. It’s only been a day since we fucked, and the soreness between my legs suddenly pounds with warmth. Heat instantly rises to my cheeks and he smirks at me, dimples creasing into his face. He changed out of his suit into sweatpants, where I can just see the not so subtle bump between his legs, and a white tank top that shows off how cut he is.

“You came to this neighborhood alone?”

I nod, my eyes adjusting themselves to the darkness of his home. There are cardboard boxes everywhere, but the house looks lived in already-as if it belonged to his parents. Old picture frames hang on walls, photos of two boys-one significantly older than the other. Jack follows my gaze and frowns, stepping in front of me as if to shield my view.

“Jack, I’m really sorry for-”

“Did you really come here to apologize?” He takes a giant step forward, jutting his hip into mine. Blood rushes to my head as his fingers sweep up my neck, and my back hits the door, temporarily knocking the air from my lungs.

“Or did you come here to have another round with this?”

He grabs himself, squeezing that mouthwatering bump.

My heart jumps in my chest when I notice the shape of him against his pants. My eyes linger there too long.

“See anything you like?”

I would like to slam my fist in your face.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

A shadow crosses his eyes, turning his grin into a predatory smirk. “Yes, you did. It’s okay. I like to think of it as foreplay.”

It’s hard to beg him when he acts like a complete jackass.

“I want this to work-I need this to work.”

His eyes flash. “Why?”

For a moment I’m stunned by the intensity in his gaze. “I have my reasons.”

“No,” he says with so much force that I flinch. “That’s not good enough.”

What am I supposed to say? If I tell him the truth about the MC’s threats, he won’t give a shit.

“Maybe I want to get out of the MC. Maybe I want this.”

“You want this?” he says with a bite of laughter. “You want to be my personal fuck-toy? Get down on your knees and suck my cock, then.”

My face burns again. I’m not going to get on my knees, asshole.

“I’ve been wanting to leave for years.”

Suddenly his demeanor changes tack with lightning speed from playful to terrifying. Harsh fingers dig in my hair and he suddenly yanks hard enough for tears to spring to my eyes.

“I call bullshit, sweetheart.”

Jesus.

“I’m not lying!”

He grits his teeth. “Say that again, and I’ll bend you over my knee.”Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

“What the hell did I ever do to you?”

Then his breath hisses over my throat like the edge of a knife. “You’re one of them.”

The outrage from his voice makes me want to cringe. I’ve never felt like such a coward. He’s an Italian, isn’t he? A fucking dago. That’s what they call them at the MC.

“I could say the same about you.”

“Except your MC ganged up on my brother and beat him until his legs stopped working.”

A cold feeling spreads inside my chest like ice.

“He was your brother?” I can barely hear my own voice.

“Yeah.”

I remember it now. My dad always tried to shelter me from what went on in the MC, but it was impossible after the mob crashed a truck into our gates with Julien’s body strapped to the hood. It was retaliation for what the MC did to a man in the mob-I never knew his name.

“I’m sorry. Is he-?”

“He’s dead,” he says in a low voice, his energy dimmed.

I hate that I feel sorry for this bastard.

“What happened?”

Jack’s fingers release my hair and he steps back, eyeing me curiously. “You have no fucking idea why they want you to do this for me, do you?”

Blood careens in my veins. “It’s all about the alibi. You need one.”

“They’re doing it to placate me, sweetheart. Somebody killed my brother in a hospital. They want me to forget about it and move on.” Then he runs his thumb over my lip. “So they sent a piece of ass to play with for a while.”

A horrified gasp tightens my lungs and Jack gives me a sharp look. It pierces right through me. I don’t know why the hell I’m so afraid, and then it hits me through a series of confusing images.

I was there.

I was visiting Bane in the hospital. There were lots of members in the ICU then. Through the window I saw three guys with leather cuts slip inside the room across from mine. Something about the way they acted made the hair rise on my neck. They were in and out. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes. I assumed it was another member of the MC. Then later I heard screaming, “CODE BLUE!” The man was dead. He was a wise guy. I didn’t know what to think of it, but this must have been his brother.

They killed him. The MC I’m fighting to protect killed a man who couldn’t even fight back. This is beyond the pale-unforgivable.

It’s painful to meet Jack’s gaze, but he doesn’t seem to notice anything. His hands follow the slope of my shoulders and he plays with my spaghetti straps. He snaps them against my skin. Everything is confused-I’m numb with shock, but his hands won’t let me forget my attraction to him, or my anger.