THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

I woke up at the sight of Sin; we were twisted on each other like a human pretzel. My leg was thrown over Sin’s torso, and his face was buried in my breast. His hand wrapped around my waist as he held my ass. My left hand was tangled in his hair. A blush crept up my face at our compromising situation.

I was only able to get four hours of sleep, stretching my body and letting out a faint moan. I knew Sin was awake because he was kneading my ass like fresh dough.

I wriggled out of his hold with the sheet wrapped safely around my body. After contemplating, I decided to let go of the sheet, having no reason to hide my body since he had already seen me naked tons of times. I went into the bathroom to have a hot shower to help my aching body. coming out thirty minutes later, clean and fully freshened up. I saw Sin fully awake, sitting up on the bed, typing away on his phone.

“Good morning”

“Good morning, little temptress.” He raised his head up to look at me. “No morning kiss,” he asked teasingly. I crawled back on the bed and sat on my knees, facing him. I reached my hands out and touched his face. Softly, I pressed my lips on his, parting them, and his tongue glided in. My eyes drifted closer as Sin’s hands caressed my skin. My body felt like it was made for him. I broke the kiss off with a smile on my face.

“Now that’s what I call a good morning greeting,” Sin teased.

“Can we go for a little site-seeing, I didn’t get a chance to tour the city.”

“Anything for you, princess, but we can always come back here, and next time it will be a vacation.”

“When do we leave Paris?”

“The day after tomorrow, and I wish I could grant your wish for a tour, but I still have matters to attend to.”

“Okay, thanks. I still have to tidy up my things,” I pecked him on the lips before jumping out of bed. Sin stood up and disappeared into the bathroom. I picked up the hotel phone to order breakfast for Sin and me. I was starving and had a little dinner last night; I ordered some scrambled eggs and toasted bread, and let’s not forget coffee.

After successfully placing my order, I decided to pack my things into my bag before our breakfast arrived.

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Sin pov.

I heard gasps from inside the basement as I walked in. The man who assaulted Mani was tied to a chair with a small light over his head. His hair was messy, his face was messed up with cuts and blood, and his clothes were stained with his blood. I watched Luca and one of my trusted men, Mateo, take turns beating the crap out of him, one at a time. Things have been hectic because of the stolen shipment. Luca and I have a suspect, but we are trying to give him the benefit of the doubt as we gather more evidence.

I watched as Mateo fisted the man’s hair before smashing his other fist repeatedly on his face, and he let out a loud cry. Luca, on the other hand, kept shooting him, on his hands and legs, while the man was shaking in fear, gasping and crying like a fucking kid.

“Don’t kill him, Luc; Sin wants him alive.” Mateo said to Luca. Luca was a prankster, a devil blessed with deadlier hands and a mind.

I stood there for close to an hour, enjoying the view of the man begging for his life. How dare he touch what’s mine?

Now it’s my turn. I walked further into the dark basement, making myself visible to him. I smirked, examining the bruises all over his body, face, and legs. The room was filled with the disgusting smell of his blood.

“You crazy bastard, let me go,” he spat the blood in his mouth before continuing, “you’re doing this all because of a slut. Let me go this instant,” he screamed, his eyes boring into mine.”

I took out a blade and walked closer to him, saying, “You’ve got some balls, I see.” I towered over him.

“Why am I being tortured for some whore? I wonder how great her pussy is to hold a man like you.”

My blood boiled at his words. I fisted his hair and leaned into his face, watching his every move. I slowly brought the blade close to his face, making him flinch. Motherfucker.  I let out a laugh, and I could smell the scent of fear coming out of him. I leaned in close to his snivelling face, watching him tremble.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“What were you saying?” I whispered to his face while playing with my blade near his eyes.

“Please don’t kill me; just let me go,” he pleaded like a coward, losing whatever courage he had before. “I…. ”

Before he could say one more word, I used my blade and nicked his skin, the tip of it piercing his flesh slightly. It was barely an injury, but a trickle of blood seeped from the wound I made. I dug the blade more into his cheeks, and he let out a loud, piercing scream, giving me great satisfaction. I watched as the blood gushed out of his skin.

I twisted the blade more in his skin before pulling it out with full force and digging back again at the same spot. I stabbed his face as he screamed and writhed in pain. I moved the blade to his hands, which he used to touch Mani, and i kept stabbing it repeatedly until he understood what he had done.

Throwing the blade on the floor of the basement, I picked up a baseball bat from the floor before hitting him hard on the head with all my strength.

As soon as I hit his head, his blood came gushing out, staining the wall and floor of the basement.

Another hit followed, and he fell from the chair he was tied to. I wasn’t done yet. I pulled my gun out of my pocket, and without waiting a second, I pulled the trigger, ending his miserable life. It was a perfect shot-a single bullet right through his fucking forehead.

“Clean this mess and dispose of his body properly,” I ordered before walking out of the room. I was still pissed off and wanted to be in Mani’s arms but stopped when I stared down at my appearance.

I had blood stains all over my body, which made me remind myself. I was the villain, not some Cuzzo Prince Charming. That was how I was trained. I have done so many dreadful things that even the devil would tremble from my sin, not to talk of Mani.

I’m still working on turning her hate into love, and I don’t want anything to ruin it. I entered spare bedroom and pacing in frustration. My fists clenched at my sides, and I suppressed the urge to break something. I ripped off my shirt and pants and entered the bathroom. I turned on the shower as the cold water hit my skin, watching the blood disappear.

I closed my eyes, and all I could see was my little temptress. I needed her so badly. I was told by my granddad that love makes you weak in this mafia-like, ruthless world. totally different from what my dad believed, but after he died, I was trained by my granddad before I could fully take over the mafia family.

Now I understand what my dad meant when he said that love doesn’t just bring weakness but also strength.

Mani was my weakness and strength. My way out of the darkness is through her; without her, I would be thrown back into that darkness again. I didn’t know how long I had been in the cold shower, so I turned off the shower and stepped out of the bathroom with a towel stripped around my waist. I walked into the closet, pulling out a white T-shirt and black trousers before putting them on and sprayed a little bit of my cologne. I walked out of the warehouse and back to the hotel to look for the only person who makes my dark heart beat. My little temptress