Mafia's Obsession [18+]

3.

Sofia

I fly to Milan for a week to work and take my mind off him. Ezio never called or texted me after that night. I feel something I have never felt because of a man before; insecure. I'm second-guessing. Negative thoughts wander through my brain. Did he change his mind? Was he losing interest? Did I not match his expectations? Did he toss me away already?

It irks me. Why one day he treated me like a princess, then the next day I was tossed like a trash? Marco warned me before, but still.

They say a way to forget a man is to get a new one. So, that's what I do. I met this handsome boy, Gabriel Cortez. The total opposite of Ezio, Gabe has warm smile and cute face. He's also in Milan for business. We go on dates three days in a row, but I still don't let him into my pants. Can't say he didn't try, though.

Hmm. Tonight I think I'll give. Because tomorrow I'll fly back to Sicily. To the boring reality.

When I invite Gabe to my hotel room, his blue eyes glimmer in excitement. He never got far from lobby before. It's a greenlight.

We make out on the couch. Gabe kisses me hard as I straddle him. His hands are everywhere, but his touch doesn't give me goosebumps. Mediocre. Unaffected. He pulls up my dress, running his nose over my neck and down between my breasts.

Then, my cellphone rings.

I ignore it, but it keeps ringing.

Goddamnit.

I snatch it from the coffee table only to find a set of unknown numbers on the screen.

"One second, Gabe." I say as I swipe answer. Gabe nods his head, but keep grinding his crotch against mine. "Hello?" I say, almost breathlessly.

"Sofia." The familiar ice cold voice greets me on the line. It's a warning filled by restrained rage. I know right away who it is. Ezio. I swallow knowing I'm in deep trouble. He makes my throat dry and my pussy wet without his actual presence. "Do you know how much I hate sharing?" he whispers lowly. I shiver at his malicious tone. I unconsciously get off Gabe's lap, earning a protest from him.

"I—" I can't form a word. How did he know? Why does he care now?

"You won't see him again, dolcezza." He tells. There's double meaning behind his words. Is he planning to kill him? The thought sends me into panic mode.

I kick Gabe out of my hotel room straightaway. Ignoring his whines that turn into anger at my rejection. Shit. I really mess up.

"We didn't—" I feel the need to explain, but he doesn't want to hear it.

I hear him crack his neck from side to side. "Pack your shit. I'm sending my private jet." I shudder at his demanding tone. Aroused at the same time. "And once you're here, I'll make sure you won't forget who you belong to."

I am fucked.

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Franco is on my door three hours later. He is sent to pick me up. It's midnight and I'm already exhausted from the anticipation. I'll go to the battle unprepared I can smell my defeat in the air. God, have mercy on me.

I'm so stupid. How can I forget who I'm dealing with? I should know better that Ezio has eyes all over Italy.

I am so restless on the plane. Two hours flight seems like a blink of an eye. Franco gives me a pity look as we land smoothly in Sicily. Even he knows that I don't stand a chance.

A car has waited when we descend the stairs. I climb into the Rover and still no sight of him. Leaves me wondering if he's preparing me hell in a safe house somewhere.