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

But Juan was a man of pride who did not like backing down. He let go of her dress but stood his ground. "Get changed," he rolled his eyes. "Stop being difficult."She was still shaken up and even though her mouth was open, words did not come out. Tears were sliding down her cheeks, ruining her makeup. "You have ruined your makeup," Juan hissed. "Why the hell are you crying?"She shuddered and shrank into a corner, suddenly terrified of Juan. Her mind was a whirlwind of chaos, thinking of the possible things he could do to harm her. If he was so adamant in owning her, that could only mean she would end up becoming his sex slave. "I give you five minutes to sort yourself." With heavy steps, he marched out of the room. She met him downstairs in about fifteen minutes, dressed in the silk red dress that had a draped neckline, revealing a bit of her cleavage. The dress had a slit rose high on her thigh and it was strapless. It hugged her body seductively, revealing her curves in the mos

The dinner was a bore to Arya. All that was going on was an auction, men eating and drinking and talking business but everything they said was a bit coded. It was from the conversation however that she discovered Juan was into the wine business; he had a vinefields of grapes and had orchards across several countries. His enemy Dominic was also into a similar business but they had illegal businesses she could not really get wind of from the conversation. "Excuse me," Arya mumbled to Juan standing up. She had already found a way to escape from him. She would go to the restroom and that way he wouldn't be able follow her. Instead of going to the restroom, she would find an exit and run away. "Where are you going love?" He asked in a sensual voice standing and putting his hand on the small of her back. "I need to use the restroom," she smiled at him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'll be right back love."Juan did not miss the sarcastic tone when she called him 'love'. "Let's go."

"You don't tell me what to do." "Let's go for a drive. I think you need to see for yourself what I do to people who don't obey my words." "I'm not going anywhere with you," she said defiantly. "I make the rules here angel, do you want to be carried again?" Huffing in annoyance, she began to follow him. On getting the car he opened it for her before getting in. He drove through the city in silence, his free hand resting on her thigh. Arya tried removing it severally but it was to no avail as he was unloved by her actions. After a while, she let it be. The city began to fade away soon and they were surrounded by water on the left and trees on the right side. As they journeyed on, the water was sparse and the trees began to dwindle. Poorly constructed houses began to appear at intervals till they got to a sight that was in ruins. A path however has been carved into that place and Juan drove through it till they got to a place packed with trees and a lot of foliage where there

"You wouldn't dare." Juan's expression was cold and murderous. If looks could kill, the man holding Arya would have died a long while ago. "I'm asking you nicely one last time, let her go.""And I won't be telling you nicely," the man replied. "No. She belongs to our boss, you stole her from him.""I never stole her. She was presented to me on a silver platter by one of your men," Juan smirked. "Are you aware Dominic has a price for whoever reveals a traitor to him? Especially if he has punished someone else for a mistake.""I am well aware how my boss operates," he responded. "What if I allow you know who the traitor in your midst is? The person who gave her to me?""In exchange for the girl? Never!" The man spat at Juan's feet. "One day, the boss will still find out.""Are you sure about it? Or he will find out you had tje opportunity to get a name and you missed it.""He won't punish me for that. He will praise me because I did not give the prize up for information.""Sometimes,

Juan remained still for a moment, absorbing her words. The silence between them became so tense that it could probably not be cut by a knife. He let go of her and then clenched his fists at his sides. He tried to restrain himself not to say anything that would come out harsher than he would want it to, and the only reason why he had not punched her was because she was a woman. If it were s fellow man, he would have done so. Then again, getting violent was only going to prove her point further. That he was a monster. There was no arguing with her words, it was true. Arya could see that he was livid from the tightening of his jaw to the way he wanted to calm his breathing. She was no sorry for her words neither did she feel an ounce of guilt. However, she was slightly surprised by the weakness he'd displayed for even a second. There had been a tinge of vulnerability in his eyes but as quickly as they were there, it was replaced by the ice-cold edge of the man who'd once controlled ev