~ANTONIO~
A FEW HOURS AGO... When I saw that lowlife humiliating my angel, I had to intervene. I couldn't stand there and watch as he talked down to her as if she was his object. I decided to take her home since I knew where she stayed. Her father and I were acquaintances. "Who is he to you?" "My ex-boyfriend." She answered. I looked at her through the rearview mirror and our eyes met. I felt a slight twitch and my dick threatened to erect. Her eyes were the most beautiful I had ever seen. She had blue eyes and black hair that made them stand out. "You will work in my office tomorrow." "Oh, doing what, Sir?" She asked, puzzled. "Tidying it up. I saw that it is a bit disorganized." I hoped that didn’t make it too obvious that I was trying to get her away from the crowd in case one of her ex-boyfriends showed up at the club again. "Alright, no problem." She responded. I looked at her one more time through the rearview mirror and thought of how much I wanted her. She had to be mine and there was nothing that was going to stand in my way in making sure that happened. We pulled up outside her driveway and I pulled over. She then said her goodbyes, hopped out of the car and went inside her house. I didn't drive off until I made sure that she was inside and safe. I then took a deep breath and drove back to the club. After parking my car outside the alley, I hopped out of the car and went inside the club through the back door. To my most pleasant surprise, I found Tom and his girl about to leave. He was limping as they headed towards the front door, and I couldn't let this chance slip me by. "Tom?" He turned around and met my gaze. He fumed and his nostrils flared. "You will pay for this, Antonio." He growled. “How about we have a word, you and I?” My two bodyguards immediately strolled to his side. His girl stood aside as he was escorted to my office while I led the way. When we got inside, he let out a groan. “My father will -” “Oh please, Creed, are you ever going to stop hiding behind your father’s shadow?” I interjected. “What do you want?” He gritted his teeth. “That’s a very good question, mate,” I smirked and went to sit on my chair and one of my bodyguards pushed him a little further to my table. I leaned back on my chair and looked at him. “I want you to leave Bubbles alone.” “Isabella is my girl,” he raged. I chuckled; he was so funny. Of course, I knew Tom Creed’s father. He was an old and retired mafia lord before his reign was abruptly ended by the Italian Conti Mafia. Since then, Rob Creed has been invincible in Atlanta, Georgia. Not even his son’s threat can make me shake in my boots, not when I made a name for myself that people crumbled at the sound of Antonio Rodriguez. “You will leave her alone, Tom, she’s mine.” I stood up and went towards him. “You don’t know her like I do. We have come a long way for you to just claim her.” “I am claiming her as my girl, Tom, and you better stay away from my girl.” “Over my dead body, Antonio. If you want her, you will have to go through me.” He snarled. “I love a good challenge, Creed. May the best man lay an official claim on her.” I held out my hand for a handshake and the asshole took it. He smirked as we shook hands as if we were making a business transaction on Isabella. But this meant more than that. It was a challenge about who got the balls to claim her and make her his girl. And the challenge was as good as mine. I was going to make her mine and no one, not even Tom, was going to make that impossible for me. Tom Creed was escorted out of my office and I went to my chair and sat down. I pondered on my next step and what to do to lure Isabella in. She was different from the girls I dated before. She was authentic, beautiful, and the one girl who knew how to make my dick twitch whenever our eyes met. I guessed that it wasn’t going to be difficult to make her mine. I was rich and the most powerful man in Atlanta, of course, she wasn’t going to be able to resist my charms. The next evening at 8 PM after my few rounds at my other workstations, I went to the club and rushed straight to my office. I barged inside the door and found Isabella putting away files that I intentionally left disorganized last night. She got startled and dropped a file with a gasp. “Sir, you scared me.” I quietly closed the door behind me and went towards her. I picked up the file and laid it on top of my desk. She just froze and looked at me with an unreadable expression on her face. I figured that she was terrified of me. I cleared my throat and leaned closer to her, closing the little gap between us. “Breathe, Bubbles, you’re almost pale.” “Oh,” she cleared her throat, leaned back from me, and avoided eye contact. “I- I was tidying up your desk.” She stuttered and her face looked flushed. “I know, and I am here to make sure that you do a good job.” “Um - are you going to watch me?” “If that won't be a problem with you, Bubbles.” She looked at me and swallowed. A smile slowly adorned her beautiful face. “Of course, it won’t be a problem, Sir.” I stood aside and watched as she took another file from the desk and went to put it inside the file drawer. I took a deep breath and went to sit on the visitor’s couch near the door and fuck it, I couldn’t sit there and watch as she moved her ass around without getting the urge to touch it and fuck her against the wall. I craved for her and wanted myself inside her. So, I got up and went to her as she closed the file drawer, and when she turned around, I was standing in front of her, blocking her path. She gasped. “Anton - Sir.” “Do you still love him?” “Who?” She asked. “Creed.” “Sir, that’s -” “You make me want to do things to you, Isabella, things that I don’t want to do with any other girl. Especially a girl who works for me,” I leaned closer to her, forcing her to lean on the file drawer and I cornered her. “I want you.” She looked at me and her face immediately changed, and she looked disgusted. “Get away from me, you pervert! I should have known there was nothing good when you said I should be working in your office tonight.” She pushed me and walked past me. “Don’t you dare walk out on me, Isabella,” I commanded her. She turned around and scoffed. “You’re no longer my boss, I quit.” “You will come crawling back on your knees begging for it when your father hears of this, mark my words!” I snapped. “Screw you.” She walked out of my office and slammed the door behind her. “Fuck!” I cursed under my breath and punched the air. “You will be mine, Isabella, you shall see.” It was a promise, and I was determined to keep it.~ANTONIO~ My mind was racing that night as I headed home. I could not believe that Isabella walked out on me and pretended as if she was the only girl who looked beautiful enough to get attention from me. She had the audacity to talk to me as if I had no power to pin her against the wall and make her beg for me. I wanted to teach her a lesson so that she would never think of herself as special enough to refuse when I decided to spare a minute of my life looking in her direction. My phone rang inside my pocket, and I quickly slipped it out and answered the call without looking at the caller ID. "Yes?" "Mr. Rodriguez, this is Andrea Albero. I don't know what my daughter did, but I'd like to apologize on her behalf, and I assure you that tomorrow she will be back at work." "Uh yes, Andrea Albero..." I pulled up on the side of the road with a mischievous grin. At that very moment, I knew just what to do and how to get Isabella to be mine. Oh, how I'd love to see the look
~ISABELLA~ I hated Antonio. His face repulsed me, and I wished to evaporate from the face of the earth so that I wouldn’t have to breathe the same air as him. He was a murderer, and I could never look at him differently. He always had an evil smirk on his face and looked like one of those guys who could strangle you in your sleep. There was no way that I was going to stay in the same house with him. I had to do something before I ended up as one of his many victims. When we got to his house, the pervert asshole led me inside and took me to a room that he said was mine until I got comfortable enough to share his bedroom with him, how dreamy of him. I just couldn’t help but wonder why he even wanted me. I was not even as hot as the girls that I saw him with at the club sometimes. He went out with model-sized women who wore nothing but tight skirts and dresses with 10-inch heels. They all looked like they were starving themselves with their snatched waists. So, who
~ANTONIO~ Nothing could describe the rage I felt when I saw Bella walk past me and Paul with a towel around her. Paul was my colleague and had no right to see my woman in a towel. The thought that he could have possibly had filthy thoughts when he saw her made me feel like taking out my gun and bursting out his brain. And when her towel fell while we were talking, it felt like a bomb thrown on my face. I had to kick Paul out of the house even though we were not done talking. And when I saw Bella’s magnificent body, I folded. I melted again like I did last night when that damn towel fell. If I had no self-control, I would have buried my face on her breasts and sucked them. She made me think of the many ways I could satisfy her. I wondered how she even tastes and how she moans. I couldn’t stop thinking of her legs curling up around me while I thrust deeper and slower inside her. “Go get dressed, I am taking you shopping,” I slipped out my phone from my pocket and calle
~ISABELLA~ The next day, while Antonio was out to work, I sneaked out of my room and asked Melo to drive me to the mall for shopping. He hesitated and wanted to call ‘his boss’ to explain to him that I wanted to go out and if he was allowed to drive me. “I am his wife, Melo, and I want to go out.” “Yes, ma’am.” He swallowed as he slipped his phone into his pocket and led me to one of Antonio’s cars, and we got in. He looked at me sternly before starting the engine and driving off. The truth was, I wanted to go home and see my father. For two nights now, since I was sold to Antonio, I couldn’t sleep without having nightmares of that night. I had so many questions for the man who I thought loved me unconditionally. When we got to my home street before the road to the mall, I stopped Melo from driving. “I need to go and see someone before you take me to town.” “But ma’am, this is the street to your house,” he looked puzzled as if I was never allowed to see my father
~ANTONIO~ “I’m sorry, man, I didn’t know that it was your territory! I will never do it again!” Giovanni begged for his life as he was chained to a pole inside my warehouse outside town. This was where I handled all my businesses and brought anyone who disrespected me to teach them a lesson. I have killed people and buried them all around the yard after they thought that they could stab me in the back and get away with it. This was all also where I killed the people who took my parents from me when I was just a boy. “How dare you sell restricted drugs in my area? Do you want the police behind my back, huh, Gio?!” I punched him so hard in the face that he spat out blood. He tried to regain his strength before answering me. “Dante sent me!” I chuckled and leaned back from him. “Dante Conti?” He looked at me with fear in his eyes. “Y-yes. He said that if I didn’t do it, he was going to kill my family. You know Antonio, it is just me, Luca, and my nana. I can’t lose that old
~ISABELLA~ No one said a word in the car to his house. I looked out of the window, feeling sorry for myself and just wishing that I had run away from home before all this happened. It was one thing to be forcefully married to someone and to be auctioned off to a notorious mafia lord like Antonio. He was my nightmare. Though I did not dare to show it. There was a reason why people feared him and never wanted to be close to him. There was a reason why he treated his girls like trash but was still able to get anyone he wanted. I did not want to find out all those reasons myself. I wanted out before I found myself entangled with him. "You won't go anywhere without my saying so, angel. Do you understand?" He hissed as he pinned me against the door after we got inside the house. I wanted to spit on his face and see what he was going to do about it because he did not own me like he thought he did. But no, I decided not to. It was too early for me to dig my own grave when I
~ISABELLA~ After pacing up and down, trying to calm myself down after I just signed my life away to Antonio, I took out my cell phone to call Sarah. I needed to vent, and she was the only person that I could talk to. Antonio had already left for the club or wherever, so he was not going to be around to stop me from doing what I just thought of. Sarah picked up the phone after the fourth ring. “Isabella? Can you hear me?!” She screamed from the noise that was in her background. She was already at the club and it was 8 PM. “Can you go outside? Please, Sarah.” There was a long pause before she came back on the line, and she sounded to be far from the noise. “Hey, where are you?” I went to the door, opened it, and peeked around to see if Melo wasn’t outside my door and it was clear. “I’m at Antonio’s place. Long story, but I’ll explain when I get to you.” “Oh fuck, what’s going on?” I quickly went to my closet and changed into jeans, a sweater, and sneakers. I was not
~ISABELLA~ When we arrived outside the alley behind the club, I got out of Sarah's car and got dressed in the short, black dress that I bought when Antonio took me shopping. I also put on the stilettos that I brought with me, loosened my hair, and allowed it to flow over my shoulders. I took the little make-up mirror that I brought with me and applied lipstick on my lips. I was so proud of myself as I took the face mask that Sarah and I got from a bouncer in the club. He was close to her. "Are you sure that he won't see you, Bella? This is very risky," Sarah raised her concerns as she got dressed into her club clothes. I turned to her after I was done fixing my face mask, "Relax, he won't even smell me anywhere," I smiled at her. "If he sees you, I wasn't involved, okay?" "Sarah!" I placed my hand on my waist and chuckled. "I still need this job, and I don't want to die yet," she locked the car doors, and we headed toward the back door. "He won't do anything to you a