King of the Red Mafia

His house was large and adorned with expensive decorations. Chandeliers—you name it. But I was not interested because my plan was straightforward. I would please him as he desired, then steal as many valuables as I could and flee before he could notice.

When we arrived in his room, he grabbed my face and placed his lips on mine. I drew him to me as I made my way to the bed.

We fell on the bed, and I reached for his crotch area, but he stopped me, pinning my hands to the bed while panting heavily.

“Why did you stop? Don’t you want this?” I asked, and he scoffed.

“Look at what you are doing to me,” he said, rubbing my hands against his bulging pants. “But I do not fuck around randomly. I am a man of principle, and the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I wanted you, and I need your complete consent to be mine.”

“Stop speaking in parables,” I said.

“I have a contract that I want you to sign. A contract that would…”

“I will sign it.” I blurted, cutting him short.

The rest of his words meant nothing to me because I was determined to leave for good and needed as much money as possible.

“Here,” I said, handing him the paper that he had given me to sign. “Let us get this over.”

I turned to walk to his bed, but he grabbed my throat and slammed his lips against me.

He kissed me until I was out of breath, his tongue fighting for dominance. As he bit my lower lips, I opened up for him, taking the entire length of his tongue.

He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist in one motion, then he placed me on his bed. Quickly, he removed my dress and fought for the hook of my bra, undoing it all at once. Then he took my left breast in his mouth, and I held on tight.

He planted kisses on my neck and moved his hands around my body. His hands found my panties, which he pulled off and flung away. He slipped a finger into my core, eliciting a moan from me as I stared into his charming eyes, feeling both pleasure and pain.

“You are so tight.” He whispered, and I inhaled deeply from the effect his sexy baritone had on me.

As his finger moved in and out of my core, I closed my eyes and wrapped my hands around his neck. He continued for a while until my legs stiffened, at which point he withdrew with a whisper.

“Do not cum yet.”

He took a condom from his drawer and tossed it to me. I did not know how to use one, and I did not want him to know I was a virgin, so I fidgeted with the packet, pretending it was too difficult to open.

He took off his clothes right away, and when I saw how big he was, I swallowed hard. I ran my hands on it, feeling the pulsating veins.

“You’ll kill me at that pace.” He said, taking the condom from me..

He tore it open and put it on right away, then rubbed my core for a few moments before pushing into me.

It was finally happening. I was losing my virginity to a stranger on the night of my wedding.

**

My eyes popped open as my hand knocked something off the nightstand. Then I remembered my plan: grab all the collectibles and vanish for good.

“Are you awake yet? A male voice asked, making me realize my one-night stand was an early riser.

“Shit, shit!” I cursed in a low tone as I jumped out of bed, only to realize I should not have because my thighs hurt from the previous night.

I made my way to his table on tiptoe.

He kept calling out from the bathroom, but I did not respond. Rather, I ransacked the table, taking everything valuable I could find. I opened the last drawer, and what I saw sent shivers up my spine. It was a gun engraved with a symbol. A symbol known only to one family, the Red Mafia, which was owned by the Guerra.

I froze in my tracks, my hands trembling as I backed away slowly, swallowing hard. This man worked for the Guerra family.

“Is everything OK, Pearl?” As I bumped into his hard chest, his gruff voice came from behind.

I turned to look at him, and the sack in my hand dropped as soon as I noticed the dagger pierced lion head tattoo on his left hand.

“You…work for the Guerra.” I stuttered, kneed him in the groin, and took to my heels.

How did I not notice the tattoo? I questioned myself. Then I remembered I was tipsy and signed a contract.

“Fuck, smart move, Lou.” I said to myself as I ran through the hallway.

I knew I was stupid for running because this house was huge and I did not know how to navigate it, but I had to try. I would never willingly give myself up to the Guerras because they would murder me. The thought of what I did to Adjo, the maid I knocked out, and the fact I missed an entire wedding terrified me. I was going to die, and I could feel it.

As I ran, the pain in between my legs got worse. Then I began to pant, and I reached for my inhaler, only to realize I did not have it. At that point, I realized the feeling in my gut was because I was about to pass out. My legs failed me at once, and I blacked out.

**

When I opened my eyes, I realized I was in transit, with my inhaler tightly wrapped around my hand. I sat up right away, realizing I was in the strange man’s car, which was speeding down the highway.

“Please, I know you work for the Guerras, and I know I have offended them, but do not take me back.” I said, but he did not respond. He kept his hand firmly on the wheel.

“They are going to kill me the moment they lay eyes on me, I beg of you.”

I began slamming the door hard as soon as he drove into the estate, pleading with him to stop and offering him whatever he wanted.

“I will serve you with my entire generation. Please!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, pushing and kicking the door.

He came to a halt in front of the mansion’s massive gate, and when he ordered the gates to be opened, my entire life flashed before my eyes, revealing that I had signed a deal with the devil.

But I refused to give up.

When he unlocked the doors, I opened them and dashed out.

“I do not have time for your games. Do not test me!” He yelled, but I refused to stop.

I knew this house pretty well, and I could give myself some time to think. I rushed in through the back door and down the hall. When I noticed guards approaching, I pushed open a door for protection, but I ended up in a red mafia round table meeting where my execution was the topic of discussion.

“Hi and bye,” I told them, smiling as I attempted to grab the door handle from behind.

“Bitch!” Adjo snickered as he stood up from the table and charged at me, his good hand cupped in a fist.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact, when I heard a familiar voice.

“Touch her, and you die!” he growled, and I opened my eyes to see my one-night stand clutching Adjo’s hand.

I saw Adjo’s face fall.

Then everyone in the room rose to their feet and bowed to this man, and I wondered who he was.

“You should have been taught not to hit women, especially one who is mine!” he growled, pressing hard on Adjo’s hand, causing him to whimper in pain.

“I am sorry, Uncle Dante.” Adjo apologized, and my mouth fell ajar.

Dante? Uncle? This can not be true, I reasoned, as I cast one last glance at him.

My mind clicked, and I realized this man was not a stranger. He was Guilian Guerra’s illegitimate child and the next mafia King of the Red Mafia.

He really was the devil…