The Mafia's Secret(Book 1)

Chapter 35 ✔️

SCARLETT

        There was nothing within reach to pick the locking mechanism of the handcuffs. The cuff was far too tight to pull out of and I didn't want to dislocate my thumb for the reason of just staying in bed anyways. The feeling and thought of dislocating my joint only made my skin crawl. I hadn't actually done it before and I had no intentions of starting that habit now. So I waited for Xavier's return.
        Within an hour, he had come back into the room, closing the door behind him. He was quick to get onto the bed, hovering over me with a mischievous grin plastered on his face. Rolling my eyes, I looked away from him. I thought about kneeing him in the groin again but before I could, he moved off of me.
       He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "You really think I would let you do that again?" There was a hint of amusement in his tone.
        "It was worth a shot." I smirked. 
        "See? You can't even stay angry with me. I'm too irresistible."
        "Keep dreaming, Prettyboy."
        He raised a brow. "Well that's new. Any other names you have for me?"
        "Unhook me and find out."
       He climbed on top of me again, leaning towards my ear. "I have a better idea." Before I could figure out his scheme, he grabbed my free hand, cuffing it to the other side of the rail. Before I could say anything, he put a finger to my lips. "Don't move and don't say a word." He ordered.
        Before I could object, Xavier pulled my shirt up to my neck, beginning to trail kisses from my collarbone to my breasts. All I could do was lay there with the handcuffs uncomfortably digging into my wrists while Xavier continued to kiss my chest. He stopped after a minute, smirking as he reached around to my back, fiddling with my bra until it came undone. Unable to get my shirt or bra off completely, he uncuffed one wrist, lifting my shirt and bra as far as they would go. He re-cuffed my wrist, moving on the next, removing my shirt and bra completely.
        Once both wrists were restrained again, Xavier wasted no time removing the rest of my clothing. He sat there for a moment, observing my now completely exposed body before going down on me. He kissed around my inner thighs, moving to my bikini line. I could feel myself getting wet with anticipation as he continued to tease me. Before it could get too far, he backed away, removing his clothes. He grabbed my legs, pulling me closer to him without putting too much pressure on my wrists from the cuffs. He leaned over me, unhooking the handcuffs from both wrists.
        "As much as I like having total control over you, I have better ways to do so." He stated.
        Raising a brow at him, he smirked. There was a mischievous look in his eyes but before I could ask or figure out what he was planning, he grabbed my hips, spinning me to my stomach. He allowed me to adjust my arms out from under me before he grabbed my hips again, pulling me up against him. He grabbed the back of my neck, pushing my upper torso towards the bed. With one swift motion, he forced himself into me, causing me to let out a groan of pain. He began to thrust roughly into me, ignoring my soft whimpers. As he finished inside of me, he leaned forward. His exhausted panting breath felt hot against my neck, traveling to my ear the closer he leaned in. He grabbed my waist, pulling me down onto the bed. He kept an arm wrapped around my waist as he pulled me up against him, gently kissing my neck.
        "Once we take down my father, will you want me to stay?" I asked, tracing the outline of the tattoos on his arm.
        He stopped kissing my neck, moving so that he was staring down at me, gazing into my eyes with curiosity. "Is that what you want?"
        "You destroyed my life, remember? I have nothing to go back to."
        He snickered. "I suppose that's true." He paused. "You're mine now, Scar. And I have no intention of letting you go that easily."

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        The next morning, Xavier and I had hardly been awake for an hour before someone was knocking at the door. Xavier sighed, reluctantly covering my exposed breasts with the sheets.
        "Come in!" He demanded, clearly frustrated with whoever was on the other side of the door.
        Within seconds, Zayn was walking into the room. He was quick to turn his back towards us, clearly embarrassed. "For fuck sakes! A little warning that you were fucking my sister would be nice!"
        "What do you want?!" Xavier snapped.
       "Scar, our mother wishes to speak with you. She's outside waiting for you." He shook his head as he left the room, closing the door behind him.
        Sighing, I knew Zayn would scold me later. He still hated seeing Xavier and I so close now and it was obvious. Once I had gotten dressed into some blue jean shorts and a black tank top, I made my way up the stairs. Xavier followed behind me as we went outside. My mother was leaning up against a red car, smoking a cigarette. The second she spotted us, she was quick to drop the cigarette, crushing it with her red heels. She waved off the smoke as we approached.
        "Ah, I figured you wouldn't want to see me alone." She paused, smirking as she stumbled a bit. It was clear she had been using again. The visible track marks on her arms were still bruising.
        "I see some things never change. Our deal is off. Now get the hell out of my sight." I seethed, clenching my fists.
        She snickered. "My dear, aren't you curious as to why I'm here?"
        I was done with her bullshit. She had done this before. Disappearing when my fathers abuse got worse and then reappearing saying she has gotten herself cleaned up for the four of us. It had been that way for years before I left home and I was no fool to it now. But before I could turn around and walk away, Xavier grabbed my wrist, stopping me. He kept a firm grip on my wrist as he angrily swung the back of his hand across my mothers face before pointing a finger in her direction.
        "Listen carefully. I don't give a shit about you, and I will drop you like a fly if that's what Scarlett demands. Quit the bullshit or you'll be dealing with me." He demanded, raising his voice.
        My mother seemed taken aback by his hostility but it was gone in seconds, replaced with humorous laughter. She was far too high and out of it and it was starting to piss me off even more. "I apologize for my behavior. I may have taken a little cocktail to get me off the edge." She cleared her throat, chuckling. "I may or may not have located where your father is holding Caleb and little Mindy."
    There was nothing stopping me from storming back into the house. My blood boiling out of anger. The son of a bitch was holding Caleb and Mindy back at the original gang house. The same place this shit started.
    The urge to vomit suddenly hit me the second I got into the house. Within seconds I found myself rushing into the bathroom, releasing my stomach contents into the toilet. All it took was a quick glance at the small basket on top of the bathroom counter—which was full of menstrual products—for me to realize the very thing I least expected. I was late.