The Mafia’s Forbidden Desire

ROSALINDA.

Although I was immensely grateful to Antonio for saving Carlo, I hated that he claimed me as his substitute bride. I was just a replacement pawn in their business agreement, and I so much hated that.

I was livid and didn’t utter a word to him on our way to his mansion, even though he tried talking to me a few times. I had a lot of things to say to him, but I just couldn’t put them out in words.

“Bath him and feed him. Take his things to one of the guest rooms; he’ll stay there pending when his room gets set up. While Rosalinda’s things would go to my room.” He instructed his maids once we got out of the car.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

He just decided that I would stay in his room without asking me first. Fine.

I walked inside the main building, and I could feel him walking behind me, but I didn’t bother to look back. I didn’t need to be given directions to his room; I had been there before and knew my way.

The moment I walked inside his room, he slipped right behind me and shut the door.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Rosalinda?” He half-yelled.

“What’s wrong with me?” I raised a brow, a frown slated on my face. “Antonio, what is wrong with me? You fucking claimed me and my son as if we were some fucking property. And-”

“I thought you also wanted it. We are finally together.” He cut me off.

I shook my head. “This is not how I wanted everything to go. I never wanted to be a part of a fucking agreement. It makes me feel like you are only with me because of the benefits you’d get from the agreement.”

“Is that what you think? What do you think Roberto could possibly offer me that would make me risk my life to save Carlo?” He flared up. “Everything is deeper than you think!”

“Then, make me understand!” I fired.

“What would you have had me do? Allow you and Carlo to remain there so you can sneak out and have him kidnapped again. Including yourself?” He groaned. His nose flared up as he inched closer to me, pointing an accusatory finger at me. “It was your fault he was kidnapped in the first place.”

“So, now you are telling me that it was my fault that Lorenzo was a fucking psychopath!” I retorted with so much rage.

“Yes, it was your damn fault!” He exclaimed. “If you hadn’t gone out without guards, he wouldn’t have gotten the chance to kidnap him. Have you even thought about the fact that your action could have cost the life of your son? Do you even care about him?”

“I accept. I regret going out with him. I put his life in danger. But what I would not accept is you questioning my love for him. I am his mother, and no one could love a child more than a parent would. Not even you!” I fired. My chest was burning with intense rage.

I knew he cared about Carlo, as evidenced by the way he risked his life to save him. But I wouldn’t tolerate what he was trying to insinuate. I loved Carlo more than anything or anyone in the entire universe.

“Then you should have never gone out with him because of your selfish interest. Like I said, I had to bring you here because I have to protect you both and stop you from sneaking out again, endangering your lives.” He groaned.

“I refuse to believe that your intentions are completely pure. Because why would you risk your life for a boy who isn’t even blood related to you? And don’t even tell me that it’s because of me. Why are you doing this? What do you intend to get from it?” I questioned.

He sighed. “If that’s what you want to believe, fine. But you and Carlo will remain here.”? He said with finality.

He angrily spun around and dashed out of the room before I could even form the words to say in reply.

I regretted accusing him of having impure intentions towards me and Carlo after everything he did for us. But my emotions were heightened, and I needed to know why he cared so much for my son. There had to be a motive.

My things were brought into the room immediately after he left. The maid wanted to unpack them, but I asked her to leave them the way they were and leave the room. A lot of thoughts were running through my mind, and I wanted to be left alone while I processed those thoughts.

Our heated conversation kept replaying in my head, and I wondered what he meant when he said things were deeper than I thought. I pondered it, but nothing seemed to come to mind.

I got so curious and wanted to ask him. So I went around the house in search of him, but he was nowhere to be found. When I asked one of his maids about his whereabouts, she told me that he left the house a while ago and hadn’t returned. Which left me wondering where he went, and I desperately wanted to see him.

While I waited for his return, a part of me wished he was okay, as I wondered if I had pushed him too hard. But I was only laying out my concerns, so I wasn’t to be blamed for anything. Or, was I?

When it was late, I retired to the bed in an attempt to sleep, but I couldn’t. I kept tossing on the bed, expecting his return. I glanced at the wall clock. It was 2 a. m. at midnight. Where the hell did he go?

After a while of tossing and turning on the bed, the door finally creaked open, and the next thing I heard were his footsteps.

My eyes remained closed, pretending to be asleep. I could feel his gaze on me, and I became tensed.? I wanted to open my eyes and talk to him because I did have a lot of questions to ask him.

But suddenly, he laid beside me, snaked his hand around me, and pressed his body against my back until I could feel his bulge.

Instinctively, I grabbed his wrist and yanked his hand off me. I was still angry at him.