All Chapters of The Mafia's possession: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙨:She asked me for lunch. After years I'm feeling excited. I'm a man earning millions in a day, still not contented but when she invited me ,I couldn't deny. I just couldn't. She wanted it. Her eyes beamed with delight when I nodded my head positively. I'm sure about it. But is it just her who wanted this?? Or me?? I think this time I know the answer and I'm well aware about it. Yeah I wanted this. Spending time with her. I took a deep breath, when I stood in front of my large mirror placed at my room. My buttons were undone and then I could observe my tattoos. That black ink suiting my persona indicating the kind of monster I am. All around my chest, abdomen, arms and forearms, reminding me of what I'm. I did it for always reminding the ultimate goal of my life, revenge. And his thought crossed my mind, Dimit

Mature content ahead:Sofia:" Kiss me Nico" I called him, I want him, beside me right now. He is the only cure for my pain. I know he would be surprised on my demand, even I am. But can I control it??? I don't think so. He pulled me on his lap, as I entwined my arms around his hard muscular neck. His lips were pouring emotions all unknown to me. It wasn't lust, rather it was something I wanted to comprehend. " Fuck!!! " he cursed as he saw something outside the window. I panicked at the sudden exploding sound, burst around the ambience. I was all shocked and frightened at the same time, not able to interpret the requirement of the situation. " Lay down, and hide yourself, bambina"Nico adviced, while dialling some number on his phone. I immediately nodded and hid myself behind the sofa, nearby, while he hid himself at the wall beside the window. 

Sofia:My mind is numb right now, thinking about yesterday's incident. How brutal it could be??!!! What more is coming the other second. The situation I'm trapped in, is already allowing me to revolve my head to all kinds of possibilities and the tortures he is going to try on me. Am I being weak? Is he successful is breaking the hell out of me?? The answer is obvious, yes. I'm a dead corpse, whose soul has already left her body trying to figure out this mess. I'm a walking dead, as I look at my condition. My wrists are swollen, the handcuffs, still there. My one hand was done free, to grab a glass of water.. Mercy??!!! I chuckle sarcastically. My wrists has dark red marks all over, while I'm trying to soothe the pain, rubbing the area. The blood still visible superficially from the thin skin upon it. I

Sofia:My body is paining as I try to get up, my muscles are tensed and body sore. He speaks less, but his spanking does it all. My body craves for care, which is nowhere near here. I'm trying to adapt. I'm trying to inculcate in my mind, this is the destiny I've got. But it rebels, it seeks permission to disobey him, and show him, I'm not weak. I was never weak. He is a coward. He is a filthy bastard who's trying to take advantage of my vulnerable state. I know I can't fight him back, but atleast there can an effort. A small effort. After that fucking marriage everything changed, he won't listen to me, I know. But I can't restrict my soul. Sometimes you need to struggle, fight back for what you want. And that's what I intend to do. My resolutions are clear. Fucking clear as glass, I know I can't tackle him, but I can't break him, the

Sofia:It feels painful not physically but emotionally when the person you love doesn't love you back!!! And even more worse is the person you love tries to hurt you, torment you in every single way. I didn't look back at my past, my family, my father, just married him, but what did he do?? Broke me like hell fucking the random chick in front of his wife. Sometimes it feels all those vows we proposed witnessing God, was a lie. And he is the biggest lier. My tears are all dried up, but the pain within is indescribable, just like the earth dries up after an hour of heavy downpour still the wetness remains at the core, my heart is drenched with tears. I sob, internally. My heart wounds up thousand times as I recall the plane's incident... I don't feel anymore, my wrists are swollen, my stomach growls still, I don't feel like having anything. A man enters the room, his footst