He runs the mafia, and she gets caught in the middle.
When a walk home from a family meeting goes horribly wrong for Mirriella and she falls into the hands of Jaden Hossler, the mafia boss.
What will happen when he decides to keep her around? Will s...
"Why do I have to go? You said it yourself, that shit is boring." I complained.
He's trying to convince me to go to this dinner thing with him. It's like an annual ball for the mafia groups, and this time around it's for the new heir of the Spanish mafias 'coming of age'. It essentially means that she's old enough to marry a wealthy and well-suited man that can take over her fathers mafia. Because of the laws within the Spanish mafia, the girl herself is not allowed to take control.
"I know. But please. It's actually going to be so boring and I really don't want to go alone." He begged me as he followed me into my room.
"Oh yeah, you're really convincing me now." I commented sarcastically as he rolled his eyes at me.
"Seriously, can you come with me? It's only four hours." He tried.
"Four hours? Are you joking?" I'm just playing with him now. It's too fun.
"No unfortunately not. I'm actually begging you at this point, come with me?" I'm pretty sure he was close to getting on his hands and knees to convince me to come with him.
"You little fucking weasel. Fine I'll go with you to this goddamn dinner." I groaned as I finally gave in.
"Thank you." He groaned back as he walked out of the room, satisfied he got what he wanted.
I rolled my eyes at him even though he couldn't see me and I started getting ready. I already know he waited until the last minute to beg me, so the chances of there only being an hour or so before this dinner is highly likely. I quickly changed out of my hoodie and sweats and into a more suitable outfit for this event.
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I say suitable, Jaden probably isn't going to like this, but he's the one dragging my there so he can put up with it.
I curled my hair and put on some simple makeup with a slight winged liner. I finally finished off with a pair of white boots.
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I was just finishing up and putting on my jean jacket when Jaden walked into my room. He had a smile on his face that quickly dropped when he saw the outfit I was wearing.
"No. Change now." He demanded.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me Mirri. I'm not playing any fucking games with you." He demanded as he pointed to the closet.
"Jaden, I am not changing my outfit. You're lucky I'm even fucking coming to this thing tonight. You can either deal with my outfit, or go alone." I gave him an ultimatum.
He looked at me for a minute, trying to figure out if I was serious or not. When he realised I was serious he sighed heavily. He walked out of the room and I heard him stomp down the stairs. I heard a door open, but it didn't close, almost like he stood still for a little. I counted down from five on my fingers, and sure enough I heard him stomping back up the stairs. He opened the door to see me stood there with a smug smile on my face.
"... congratulations to Miss Mia Perez. I hope you are very happy with Mr Simmons."
The terms of congratulations were blocked from my mind as I was more concentrated on what Jaden was trying to do. We were sat in one of the back corners of the room. We've still got another three hours here. This woman has chosen her partner and now it's the celebration part of it all to play for. But Jaden seems to be trying to do something. I don't know what it is- actually I'm pretty sure he wants to fuck. He keeps putting his hand on my thigh and moving it higher.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
"Hmm?" He asked, pretending he wasn't doing anything.
"Stop it."
I moved his hand away from my body that had now almost slipped inside my underwear. Consequently, he pulled me onto him so I was straddling his lap. He gripped my hips, knowing I was going to try and get off.
"What are you doing now?" I asked him.
"Look, we've still got three hours left here, and it's not getting any better. But we can make it better." He answered as he moved his hands under my skirt to pull my fishnet tights down.
"W-we can't." I stuttered out.
"Why not?"
"Your arm is still broken." I pointed out.
"Don't worry about my arm, I'm not on top. You want it don't you?" He whispered in my ear as he started kissing around my neck.
"That doesn't matter. We can't do this." I answered.
"I didn't ask if we could or couldn't do this. I asked if you wanted to. I'll ask again; do you want to?" He asked me, not taking his lips away from my neck.
"I- but-"
"Don't over think it. Do you want this?" He interrupted.
"Fuck. Yes I do." I answered.
"Then stop worrying about what we can and can't do and let me please you." He whispered.
"Jaden we-"
"Own this place. Why do you think I had to come here? This place is ours. We're at an event that encourages partnership and connections. Stop worrying about what other people will think of you and do what you want." He interrupted.
"Fine then." I pulled his hair back and started kissing and sucking on his neck.
"That's more like it." He husked our as he gripped onto my hips and slowly started moving them backwards and forwards on his lap.
I continued to kiss his neck as he continued to rock my hips against him. I could feel his hands move from my hips to underneath my skirt as he wrapped his hands around my underwear. He pinged them against my body a few times, earning a few low moans from me before he pulled them down my legs.
