Indebted to the Mafia King

*Angelo*

This goddamn woman is not only beautiful but also clever as fuck. She definitely knows how to use her appearance and charm to her advantage, blinking those beautiful eyes at me. Even in a T-shirt and jeans, she looks sexy as hell. She doesn't need to wear anything seductive or whisper dirty words in my ear. Just being under her gaze is enough for my dick to start twitching inside my pants. Fuck!

I don't know why the hell I fell for that, believing she actually needed to go to the bathroom. Maybe, deep down, there's still some good left in my corroded heart. Or maybe I just didn't want to believe that she'd be able to trick me.

But she almost broke free from me, which would've been fucking embarrassing when the guys outside had to bring her back to me, seeing me rolling around on the floor with my smashed up cock in one hand. Needless to say, the pain she caused me made my blood boil. But even so, I can't force myself to strike her. Not yet. Instead, I pinned her to the floor.

And that was the biggest mistake I could have made.

I'm surprised, confused, and fucking annoyed at how my body reacts to having her beneath me. The way her blue eyes roam my face, the way her long hair spreads around her head like a halo, the way she feels so tiny and perfectly molded to me... Fuck, fuck, fuck...

It's not the first time a woman who is supposed to be the enemy catches my attention, and I always explained it that I'm just attracted to strong women who can hold their own, who are smart and confident, who know what they want and are willing to do whatever is needed to get it, but this is... different.

She challenges me with just one look, and the way my body screams at me to undress her right here and now and claim her, on this dirty tile floor, it's almost overwhelming.

She squirms under me when I tighten my grip on her wrists, holding them above her head, preventing her from punching me again. My legs hold hers together, forcing them to remain still so she's unable to kick me anymore.

My cock still aches, although I'm lying to myself when I say it's only because she wracked me. The tension between us right now is mind-blowing, and her struggling under me is not helping with the need growing deep within me.

"I told you not to try anything stupid," I snarl, our noses practically touching.

Her breathing is quicker now, her chest rising and falling with a disconcerting speed. I swallow hard, forcing my eyes to remain on her face. Which doesn't help much either, since her eyes hold invisible reins threatening to put me under submission.

"Get away from me," she hisses under her breath.

"You might think I'm an idiot, but I'm not," I continue, not daring to move away. I know she'll try something else as soon as I release her wrists, and honestly, I'm too tired and pissed off to chase her right now.

Tony assigned me this mission, and even though I'd rather be chasing Oleg and cutting him into pieces, limb for limb, I'm not going to be ungrateful. I need to trust the process...and Tony. He knows what he's doing, I'm sure of it.

I can't deny that I'm frustrated to have to deal with this insufferable woman, though. Or maybe I'm just fucking angry at myself for being so weak when I'm this close to her.

"Who the fuck are you?" I try again, my voice low and firm.

"Why the fuck would you kidnapped me if you don't even know who I am? I'm not going to tell you jack shit," she retorts angrily, her Russian accent thick. "You're clearly shit at your job." She grins at me, defiant, as if she is not clearly at a disadvantage here.

"I know enough to understand that you're useful to me, so you might want to cooperate, or this situation is going to get really ugly for you," I inform her, thankful that my brain is starting to ignore the reactions she causes in me and focus on the exchange of information instead. If I force my mind to pay attention to her words, I might be able to get something useful out of that beautiful, tempting mouth of hers.

"I don't know what you think you can get from me, but I'm not useful to you," she insists, as if she wasn't supposed to be marrying that son of a bitch, Yakov, earlier today. I hate that fucker almost as much as I hate his father. And it pisses me off that he almost had this beauty as his bride.

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"Someone who was marrying into the Romina family should be aware of some of their weaknesses, if not all of them, so... I'd start spitting out whatever the fuck you know, if I were you. Unless you want the blood to stop circulating to your wrists. It'd be a pity

to have those delicate hands stop functioning properly," I threaten, glaring down at her.

She sighs heavily, causing her breasts to brush against my chest, and I can immediately

tell she's wearing nothing beneath that thin T-shirt. Glancing down, I see taut nipples hardening and have to look away.

Fuck...

"Fine, what is it that you want me to tell you? Is it Oleg you're after?" she asks, narrowing her eyes at me.

I raise my brows at her, curious. "See? You do know what I want."

"I will help you destroy him," she offers, and this time, when my eyebrows arch in surprise, I can't hide it from her. She might be bluffing, but the spark of hatred I see in her eyes can't be a figment of my imagination. "If you let me go, that is," she concludes, lifting her chin in defiance.

I sneer, shaking my head slightly. "Do you really think I'll buy that again? Please, try a better line of bullshit." I smirk, keeping my eyes locked on her face-and nowhere else.

"It won't help me to tell you I want him to rot in hell as much as you do because you clearly won't believe me," she continues in a steady voice, attempting to shrug the best she can beneath me as her eyes hold my gaze.

She stops struggling under me, which I appreciate. It's hard to think about anything else when she keeps squirming under me with that tiny body rubbing against me in all the right-or wrong-places..

"But I can help you," she adds.

I study her face, looking for any sign that she's lying. She seems genuine though, her jaw clenching and her nostrils flaring as she stares at me, waiting for my response. Does she really hate him as much as I do? Why was she marrying his son then? Was she forced to do it?

I shake my head. Oleg wouldn't be stupid enough to force someone to marry his son. That would mean he'd have to be looking over his shoulders all the time inside his own house. How could he risk his empire by forcing an intruder into his own home, into his family? There's no way he'd make such a horrendous mistake.

But one of the cardinal rules of this life is to keep one's enemies closer. Maybe that's what he was doing? Did he want to have her near him so he could control her?

If that's the case, why? Why would he want her? What could she possibly have to offer him?

"If you really want me to believe you, you'll have to give me more than that." I keep

my face stoic as I watch her. "Something that will buy your way out. I can't just trust you. I'm sure you know how this works."

She nods. "I do. I'll help you, and you'll help me," she agrees.

I stare at her, wondering if I should give her the benefit of the doubt. If I fail, if she ends up betraying my trust, I'll have caused the whole mission to fail because of my bad judgment. If I fail, Tony will be disappointed in me since this is the first time we've gotten close to the Rominas in years. I'd be putting everything at risk if I decide to believe this woman whose name I don't even know.

However, my instincts tell me I should do it. I should take that leap of faith and see what she can offer me. If she can give me anything useful, anything at all, that will help us get to Oleg and his son, that'll already be a win. I have to trust my instincts because they are the only thing I have right now.

And I refuse to accept that she's gotten to me so deeply I can no longer trust myself.noveldrama

I can see the same hatred for the Rominas in her eyes, that same spark of disdain I'm so familiar with from seeing it staring back at me in the mirror every morning. There's no way she can fake such rage. If I'm right, I'd bet she hates Oleg as much as I do. And that leaves me fucking curious to find out why.