Betrothed to the Mafia boss

Chapter 15

Warning! Strong language, sexual assault ahead!

Antonio

"Benvenuto capo (Welcome boss)," one of my men greeted me as I entered the familiar casino grounds. I dismissed him with a wave of my hand, scanning the lively place.

My eyes fell upon Franzese, laughing foolishly as usual with a pretty brunette by his side. "Di' a Franzese di incontrarmi nel mio ufficio (Tell Franzese to meet me in my office)."

"Capo fatto (Done, boss)," the foolish man didn't even realize I had arrived. By the time I was through with him, he'd have forgotten he ever laughed.

"Follow me." I spared Camila a quick glance before striding away. My casino was one of the largest in all of Italy. After years in business, it was clear from the guests playing cards from every direction: when you entered my casino, you lose your money. That was the rule. I pressed the elevator button, which would take me to the top floor where my office was located, away from the cacophony of people throwing away their money.

I sensed Camila struggling to maintain her composure inside the elevator. It was necessary for her to learn when to keep her mouth shut and not disrespect me. At one point, I felt my desire stir at the sight of her revealing cleavage, but that was quickly replaced by anger at the thought of others ogling her. She looked like a slut. "Next time, I won't hesitate to strip you in public if you dare argue with me," I broke the silence in the elevator.

She met my gaze but didn't utter a word. I appreciated her silence because we wouldn't leave the elevator until I ensured she received the punishment she deserved. Finally, the elevator doors slid open, and we continued our journey to my office. "And now you're here," came Raiden's voice as he joined us at the door.

The glare I shot him was enough to drain his excitement. "You'd better start thinking about how to save your own hide and explain why that moron is still alive," I seethed through clenched teeth. Raiden swiped his key card, and the door made a sound signaling it was open.

"I have nothing to explain when..." He trailed off, his eyes shifting to Camila. "Is she our new wife?" The way he referred to Camila as 'wife' made me give her a look. A wife? I didn't think that label fit her. I had married her to satisfy my desires and nothing more. A wife was a sentimental attachment I had no interest in.

"Hello, I'm Raiden, this guy's best friend," he said, extending his hand to shake Camila's.

"Try that, and I promise you won't leave this room in one piece," I warned, uncomfortable with the idea of him shaking Camila's hand. It didn't sit well with me.

"Alright then. I value my life. Welcome to the family, Camila," Raiden said, gesturing for her to sit on the sofa. However, what she said next not only left Raiden and me speechless but also boiling with anger.

"What family are you referring to? A family that forces marriage against one's will? Or a family that handles people with torture?" Her voice dripped with bitterness.

"Mind your language, Camila," I said, giving her a warning look. Though fear clouded her eyes, she continued.

"Why? Raiden is your best friend, right? There's no point in hiding the truth from him, which I'm sure he already knows. Mr. Raiden should know what kind of person his best friend is, right?"

I clenched my fist on the desk. "Leave us, Raiden," I said calmly.

"Calm down, Antonio, you—"

"I said leave!" I seethed through gritted teeth. "Tell Franzese to wait until I'm done with this woman." Raiden gave me a pleading look, knowing well the kind of person I was. Slowly, he walked out, casting an apologetic glance at Camila.