Page 25 of Mafia King's Forbidden Obsession

Shit!I can feel myself going over the edge. But just as quickly, Raven suddenly halts. Her eyes lock with mine briefly, a fierce glint in their depths.

Before I can question the sudden inaction, the sting of something sharp comes in contact with the skin on my neck. I freeze. From the size and cold feel of the metal against my neck, I can tell it is a nail.

She must have gotten that from the portrait on the wall in the bathroom. What a smart little spitfire.

She glares down at me, her lips red and swollen. “Let me go, or I will…” she gulps, pressing her silly little weapon deeper into my neck, “…or I will kill you.”

There’s a resolve in her eyes as their corners tighten with a supposedly deadly glint. She looks dead serious. This is ridiculous.

“Call your guards and tell them to allow me access out of the gates.” I press my lips into a thin line. It irks me that she thinks a doornail is a sufficient weapon to have me under duress.

With a single buck of my hips, I flip her over, take the nail, then pin her wrists over her head with one hand. She squirms uncomfortably but soon gives up the fight.

“Next time I won’t be so forgiving,” I sneer, leaning closely until we are face to face.

From the way her throat clenches, I can tell she’s angry that her plan failed.

I have never tolerated disobedience, and I won’t start now.

I bring myself off of her and the bed. She shuffles off, perhaps in an attempt to cover herself. I don’t look back.

The sound of the door ricochets through the hallway as I slam it on my way out. Her shenanigans are becoming overly annoying. And I can’t believe I just fell for them.

I’m almost at my study when my phone rings. I pick it up, and I’m met with Elio’s curt voice.

“We’ve found the mole.”

Chapter seven

Raven

I pace the length of the room, glaring at the locked door. Every time I think about Ezra’s fingers brushing against my skin, my body betrays me.

A shiver runs down my spine, completely uninvited.

Get a grip, Raven!I mentally yell at myself, annoyed that I’m even feeling this way. I must be losing my mind.

How can I possibly be turned on by someone like him? I’m supposed to hate him…his guts. Yet, all I can think about is how warm his hands felt and the way my heart raced when he….

Fuck. This is ridiculous. I rub my temples, trying to focus.

This wasn’t the plan. All of these feelings. I’d intended to seduce him and then… and then threaten him with a nail I’d found in the picture frame.

My shoulders sag. It was obviously a stupid plan. I should have known it was a foolish attempt, especially towards a don.

A sigh resonates through the room when I plop down on the edge of the bed. As I sit and stare into space, the only thing that comes to my mind is how to escape. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t bring myself to accept that this is my reality.

I just can’t. I have a good life outside of here. A loving best friend, friendly bosses, and colleagues. It isn’t perfect, but it’s more than enough drive to want to leave. That and the asshole don.

I wonder how Harper is faring. Whether she thinks I’m dead or not. I wonder if the cops are already searching for me. I wonder what Mom would do if she was still here. I wonder if Dad ever thinks of me…

Suddenly, there’s a gaping hole in my chest. It’s like my ribcage is squeezing against my heart. That’s how I feel anytime I think about him.

Most times, I try not to overthink his absence. According to Harper, my dad’s absence had nothing to do with me. But what if it did?

I still don’t know why he left. But he probably left because he didn’t love me enough to stay. Or he didn’t love me at all, and all the gifts, night hugs, and forehead kisses were just a facade.

As far as I can remember, their marriage was never faulty. They were the perfect couple, and we were the perfect family. Then Mom died, and years later, he just…. disappeared.

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