Belong to Him ONHOLD! (The Mafia- El Ricci # 2)

Chapter 11: Another secret

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A shadow lingers on my couch when I return home from a hard day. I don't think twice when I pull the gun out, aiming it at the shadow like I've practiced my whole life before.

"Woah, woah. It's me darling," a voice I secretly hoped I didn't want to hear says, both hands in front of him. The grin playing on his lips makes me want to puke all over the carpet. Not that I would because hey, it's expensive as fuck. "Now put the gun down," he instructed and I consider the thought of killing him.

Maybe if I pull the trigger all my problems will be solved. Nobody can blackmail me with the photos and he'll be gone; sounds like a win-win situation to me.

But then I have to deal with his investigators and then they'll eventually find out I've killed him which leads to war.

A war my family will never win so I do what he says, lowering the weapon and hiding it in my purse.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I ask, my hands on my hips.

I thought I could come home, take a long, warm bath before calling Bella and beg her to be my wingman for tonight; even though it's Wednesday.

It was already an struggle convincing her to party on a Monday last time.

"I'm your future husband. I can visit my future wife's place whenever I want to," now I also wish I never kicked Mateo guard out because maybe I could've avoided this situation entirely. "You need to stay at my place; it's better."

"Thanks for the offer but no-"

"I wasn't a question, Olivia," he takes a few step towards me, his eyes evil, "It was more of an order." Oh fuck, did he rally just-

"What if I don't want to?" I challenge him, raising a sassy brow. My breath hitches when his mouth is close to my ear, goosebumps on the back of my neck; this is not a nice feeling at all.

"If you don't do what I say then I'll make sure everyone knows an El Ricci is fucking an Lavadzza behind everyone's back for years. Imaging your dad going crazy and your lover's family losing everything. You don't want that, right?" No words leave my mouth. "Besides," he adds, "I know another secret as well." His chuckle is downward evil.

"What secret?" We have so many that I possible don't know which one could've involved me and Sebastian together.

"I know," he licks my ear and I shiver, "that Sebastian killed the oldest son of an Russian mafia," what the? That's a secret only me, Mateo and Sebastian know off. Only we three because we were the only ones there at the event. How is it possible he know about that?

"You don't know why he did that," I snarl back, rage filling me.

If the Russian knows this, then Sebastian is dead meal the moment Roberto opens his mouth. I can't risk this. Never. He's too important for me.

"Don't care." He replies, bored.

"What do you really want from me, Roberto?"

"I want to marry you," his answer is easy, too easy. There must be more to catch. "And I want to fuck you, Olivia. So bad." His hands slip up my hips to my waist. "And if you don't then don't blame me for the consequents." Is he seriously blackmailing me for my body?

What do I do? If I don't say 'yes' then everything will come to light. If I agree to his needs then it's all okay but how far could he go? I can't do everything; I still have a pride to keep up.

But if I have to choose between my pride of Sebastian then Sebastian is my top choice.

"Let's have sex." I force the words out of me, my stomach turning inside out.

If I just close my eyes, imagining something else and fake an orgasm or two then it's over. Over for today at least.

"Alright then, darling," his lips touches mine. My body tightens, uncomfortable but again I force my lips to move with his in sync. He groans and I moan, pleasure gone for me the moment he picks me up and strip me naked.

Please let this end soon...

***

His arms are wrapped around me, his breath hitching my neck and it takes everything inside me not to flee away.

I feel disgusted. Whatever word is worse than disgusted is what I'm feeling right now.

My body shifts away as quietly as I can, getting out of bed but his worst left me cold. "What are you doing?" I hear him roll over on his back, yawing.

"I'm going to shower. It's what I always do before I sleep," why I explained I have no idea but he simply nods, rolling again on his side before long, even breaths fills the room.

I need to shower and quick. His sweat is all over me and the feeling is unmanageable. Not that he stinks or anything it's just...him; I can't stand Roberto which is bad considering we're marrying soon.

Maybe I should think of a plan to leave him, forever. What was I thinking again when I asked him?

I really want to bitch-slap myself if I could go back in time and yell it's the most stupid and dangerous idea ever.

But there is nothing I can change now.

Yet.

A/N: God! Roberto is such a jerk and how did he knows so many things? Could there be someone on the inside helping him somhow? What do you think!?