Mafia's Obsession [18+]

2.

Sofia

"You upset him." Marco says the second he enters the kitchen. His hand runs over his hair nervously.

"It's not my intention." I lie. He narrows his eyes, not buying my bullshit. I scoop the chocolate cake into my mouth.

"Well, don't fucking do that again." He glares, walking to me to snatch my spoon and take a bite of the cake. As if the sweets will calm his temper. "Some men became his punching bag today for a slight mistake." He says, watching my impassive expression.

"Looks like someone got anger issues." I say, taking my spoon back.

"What did you say to him?" he questions curiously.

"I said he wasn't confident to get me by himself." I shrug like it's no big deal. Replaying his response in my brain gives me adrenaline rush. I love it.

Marco covers his face immediately, telling me how stupid my actions were.

"And his reply?"

"He'll come to drag me." My lips curl up. Marco curses under his breath.

"May God help you, sis." He prays, making the sign of the cross.

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I finish work at three. It's fashion week season, so the office is busier than usual. We review the collections by each designer, giving critics and compliments.

I walk over to my car, looking around for the familiar SUV. It's not here. Strange. Ezio isn't the type to back down. Let alone being ordered around. Except he's planning something evil.

I open my door and slide in.

"You make me wait, dolcezza." I jump on my seat at the voice, heart rapidly beating out of my chest. His hot breath is on the back of my neck as he leans in, clearly enjoying my shock. This sick man is on the backseat and I didn't even see him? How the hell did he get in anyway? I will sue BMW.

My hand automatically reaches down under my seat for my gun. It's a defense mechanism.

"What are you searching for?" I freeze as the tip of the gun, which is most likely mine, grazes my side. He emphazises how powerless I am right now.

"What do you want?" I ask, as calmly as I can.

The gun ghosting over the hem of my tennis skirt. Tantalizing me. My skin's burning hot. Ezio knows exactly what he's doing.

"What I want?" he chuckles darkly. "I'm giving you what you want." His lips are inches away from my ear. It blurs my focus. God, I need to pull myself together. "I come to drag you." He hisses, drawing the tip of the gun right under my chin to tilt my head up.

I gulp loudly. Goddamnit.

"Don't fucking challenge me again, okay?" I nod meekly. "Okay?" he pulls my ponytail, wanting me to admit my defeat out loud.

"Okay." My voice creaks. This fear gets me high and wet. I know. I'm sick in the head.

"Good girl." He pecks my neck, grinning in satisfaction. "Now, move aside." His hand gestures to the passenger seat. I do what he said right away. Ezio is settling on driver seat in a swift movement. My gun is tucked beneath his navy suit.