Betrothed to the Mafia boss

Chapter 17

Mature content warning!

Antonio

"Put that gun down, Camila," I warned. Damn it. She didn't understand the danger of holding a gun. I had forgotten that I had a gun holstered at my back. Such weapons are risky and require careful handling. Camila wasn't in her right state of mind; she had witnessed me shoot that man. Death was his price for daring to touch Camila. No one had the right to touch her. She was mine to look at and mine to touch, and it didn't matter who that person was—I would shoot anyone who dared to approach my possession.

Camila's voice brought me back to reality. "You want to destroy me. I might as well shoot myself and be freed from your tortures!" She yelled, turning the gun towards her forehead.

A hiss escaped my lips as I contemplated how to snatch the gun away. "I'm warning you, Camila. Put that gun down!" I said again, slowly advancing towards her. Camila moved to the other side, her hand shifting towards the trigger, making my body go rigid. She seemed determined, and if she pulled the trigger, it would be the end. I couldn't allow that to happen.

I scanned the room for anything I could use to divert her attention but found nothing. However, I was Antonio, and I shouldn't be pleading with her. I swallowed hard and took fast strides towards her, snatching the gun away and slipping it into my back pocket. A gasp escaped her when I pinned her hand behind her. "Are you stupid?" I growled.

"Do you know that one pull of the trigger would put you six feet under?" I yelled again, twisting her hand. She winced, and that spitfire in her eyes turned into a mix of fear and helplessness. Normally, this would have moved me, but it didn't. Instead, I felt angry. How dare she try to take her own life without my permission?

"Isn't that what you want?" Her vulnerable voice cut through the silence.

"What do you want me to do? My life has become complicated since you entered it. I can't seem to find the Camila in me. You took my life away—my job, my freedom. Why wouldn't I want to kill myself?" Her eyes welled up with tears, which immediately spilled over.

Something inside me twinged as I saw her eyes fill with nothing but pain. I found myself loosening my grip on her arms, and she broke free. Camila pushed back, running her hands through her hair. "There's no point in living a life where someone is dead inside. You've killed my heart, Antonio." I thought she wouldn't continue, but she did. I was still rooted to the spot.

"That man..." She trailed off, referring to the man I had shot. "He didn't do anything wrong. You killed him because he touched me, and now you want to punish me for touching him. What kind of person are you, Antonio?"

She had no right to ask me that. In the mafia world, we were bound to be heartless. We don't show mercy.

"Mind your tongue! He deserved to die, and you deserved to be punished for going against my words!" I hissed out.

A bitter chuckle escaped her. A painful one. I could see the pain in her eyes. I didn't care whether she was in pain. My rules were meant to be followed when I set them.

"You don't have a heart, Antonio." As the words slipped out of her mouth, it ignited a fire inside me. Rage. How dare she. The small spark of sympathy that had started to form inside me was replaced by fury. In a swift motion, I hauled her close to me, cupping her face with one hand.

"You don't know anything, so don't open your fucking mouth and tell me what to do. Your fake crocodile tears won't move me. You are here to pleasure me, and you will do exactly that," I said through gritted teeth.

"And that asshole deserved death for touching you. No one has the right to touch or pleasure you but me. You are married to me to satisfy me, and I will make sure that happens," I seethed, digging my nails into her cheeks.