THE MAFIA'S DEADLY DEVOTION
The Mafia's Deadly Devotion- Episode 5&6
(..Stuck with the mafia boss..)
By; Cherry Love F.
Emily shook her head, moving backwards, her heart beat escalating at the thought of doing a strip show in front of so many men.
"I can't...i.... can't". She stammered. Angelo looked at her with a bored stare. Carlos didn't sell anything off with his expression, whatever he was thinking, nobody knew.
"Do you dare refuse us little girl?". The man raged.
"How dare you?". Another man thundered..
All of them were getting angrier by the second. One stood up, so did the others as they walked drunkenly towards her, staggering on several occasions.
Emily kept moving back till she hit the wall but the men kept coming closer relentlessly with stupid grins on their stupid faces.
Carlos knew what would happen. They would strip her forcefully and have their way with her, he looked at Angelo who was still quiet watching her nonchalantly.
"Will you let them do that?". He asked him lowly. A man had already grabbed Emily's dress and she screamed trying to move back but she couldn't. They had surrounded her now.
Angelo just shrugged.
"Angelo come on". Carlos urged.
"That's enough". Angelo finally said and Emily heaved a sigh of relief when the men stopped, turning away from her and to Angelo.
"What?". Luke, one of the men asked.
"When did you start showing mercy?". Pascal asked too.
"I said it's enough". Angelo said with finality in his tone, standing up. His voice sending chills to their bones.
"You should not have called us here if we would not enjoy ourselves". Luke complained bitterly.
"This is an insult to us, we're all mafia lords too". Larson snapped becoming angrier by the second and feeling insulted.
"We're leaving". Pascal said, with hopes that Angelo would change his mind but Angelo stood expressionless and unmoved.
"The door is that way". Angelo gestured to the door and the men cursed loudly, leaving one by one.
"I won't forget this embarrassment Angelo". Larson said, annoyed and red with anger.
"Then don't". Carlos countered shutting the door in his face.
Carlos looked at Emily who was still against the wall and Angelo who stood with his hands in his pockets. He signalled to Angelo that he was leaving, Angelo nodded.
Angelo looked at Emily, his gaze darkening.
"Quite a show you put on there love". Angelo said with a smirk, his bass voice sounding so husky and icy at the same time.
"Meet me in my room by 9, a second late and I'll kill you". Angelo uttered, walking to his room.
Emily dropped to the floor, wondering how her whole life changed in a few hours.
She dejectedly walked to her room feeling dizzier each passing second.
Immediately it was nine, the same maid from earlier came to her with clothes in the maid's hand.
"The don wants you to wear this". she informed, carefully laying the clothes on the bed.
"What's your name?". Emily asked her.
"Bluey". The maid answered.
"Do you think he'll let me go eventually?". Emily asked, hopefully.
"If you don't disobey him, you'll have an easier life here". Bluey smiled, averting the question. Emily needed no one to tell her that she couldn't leave.
"How long have you been here?". Emily asked the maid, she seemed friendly and nice.
"All my life, i was born here. My mother never paid off her debt". Bluey smiled, sitting beside her now.
"You don't want to leave?". Emily blinked, seeing the maid full of smiles just like Ava's.
"I want to, so badly but i don't have a choice so I just accepted my fate". Bluey said, Emily's eyes watered.
She didn't want to live in solitude here forever, she missed her parents, her aunt and most importantly, her precious Ava.
"Don't cry now, mil". Bluey said, becoming emotional too.
"My sister calls me that". Emily cried even more.
"I really want to console you, to tell you that everything will be okay but I can't, i can only wish you happiness in the future....stand up now, don't make the don wait for you, it will only be worse dear". Bluey said, stroking her hair gently and wiping her tears.
Emily nodded, standing up and going to change. Bluey left too..
Emily looked at the dress she was wearing. It was a silk one, red with a deep cut on the neck, the dress stopped mid thigh. She pulled it down as much as she could but it didn't have much effect. If she pulled it down then her boobs would be exposed, if she dragged it up, her inner thighs would then be exposed. All in all, the dress was hopeless.
She sighed walking stealthily to Angelo's room where she knocked gently.
"Come in". His voice echoed and Emily's heart raced a thousand miles. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for whatever was going to happen.
She quickly spotted Angelo leaving the bathroom, he was drying his hair. Watching him like that with a blank expression on his stoic face, he just blended with the dimly lit room, his silver chain glowing with great sheen.
Angelo turned a few minutes after Emily entered, he was shirtless, a few tattoos on his back and one on his chest, his slender but muscular build facing Emily, she immediately looked away, her face a deep crimson colour.
"Come here". Angelo ordered, his eyes on her long slender legs that were exposed. Emily gulped remaining rooted to her spot fixing her eyes on the floor, it suddenly seemed like an interesting scenery.
"I don't like repeating myself love". Angelo said icily and Emily clutched the sides of the dress and began taking small steps towards him.
She stood in front of him and his gaze slowly went from her face to her slim neck and lingering on her exposed cleavage, he averted his gaze looking down to her thigh and back to her face.
In a split second, Angelo was behind Emily, her body perfectly aligned against his own. Her breath hitched feeling his breath softly grazing her neck making her heart beat faster than it ever had in her nineteen years of living. His scent intoxicating yet his presence so dreadful.
She made to move away but Angelo grabbed her by the waist pulling her to himself. Emily blinked, the dizziness was back and it came in full force.
Angelo slowly kissed her neck and she whimpered, shivering against his warm lips on her neck, he had already moved her long hair to the side twirling the tender locks around his fingers. Suddenly, he grabbed her br*+*sts with one hand squeezing it firmly, Emily's mouth opened wide and she gasped trying to move away from him but he didn't let her, his hands slipped away from her br*+*sts to her waist, circling it.
Emily couldn't ignore the dizziness anymore and before she knew it, she lost consciousness right there in his arm, her head on his chest.
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