Page 23 of Dark Mafia Heir

Antonio steps closer, his gaze never leaving mine. “Insane? Perhaps. But you belong to me now. You’re mine whole and entire. Do you know what that means?”

I scowl at him, my nostrils flaring with rage. But God, he’s also so dangerously close and smells so good that I find myself a little distracted by him.

Focus, Vivienne. You hate this man.

I’m definitely not attracted to that fifties pompadour haircut or the black suit he wears like a fucking devil. I hate him—Ishouldhate him.

He nods to the man holding me.

The man nods back and releases me instantly.

I stumble slightly but catch myself, glaring at Antonio as I back away from the man. “I’ll never be yours,” I spit with as much disdain as I can. “I won’t marry you. I’d rather die than marry a pig like you.”

Antonio smirks, a dark gleam in his eyes. “I didn’t ask if you will, Vivienne. You don’t have a choice.”

The truth strokes me like a knife to the chest. For the first time since I was brought here, I realize how truly stuck I am.Antonio’s word is law in this place, and I’ll only leave here if he lets me.

My ego will now allow me to beg him, but I can negotiate with him. I can make him see how fucked up this is, so I try. “I’m sorry you lost someone dear to you because of my father, but you have to let me go. I promise I’ll make him tell you whatever it is you need answers on.”

Antonio cocks his brow.

I have no idea if that’s a sign that my words are getting to him, but I try to take advantage of it. “No, I’ll find out whatever he knows and bring the information to you myself, please.”

His lips twitch with a half-smile. “Are you trying to strike a deal with me,gattina?”

I square my shoulders and nod. “I am. I will do whatever it takes to leave this place. Just let me go?”

His half-smile turns into a full-lopsided grin now. “That doesn’t sound like you’re begging me. It sounds like you're giving me orders.”

“I won’t beg if that’s what you want.”

He inches closer to me, the heat from his body warming me up. Placing a finger under my chin, he tilts my face so my eyes meet his. “I saved you from marrying that old bastard. If anything, you should be thanking me.”

“I would be thanking you if you didn’t kidnap me like I am a darn animal. I would be on my knees thanking you if you weren’t forcing me to marry you.”

His thumb trails my jawline, and his touch ignites a flame on my skin. “I don’t need you down on your knees, thanking me,gattina. There are plenty of other things I would rather you do if you’re desperate to go on your knees.”

“And what—” I trail off when I realize the perverted thoughts behind those words. My cheeks flush, and there’s a flutter in my stomach. “Pig!”

He chuckles softly. “I’ve been called worst.” Pulling away from me, he claps once.

The front door opens, and two women enter inside, pushing a rack of wedding gowns in different shades of white and designs,

My jaw falls open, and I gape at Antonio, unable to muster any words.

He does a perfect job at reading my expression and explains before I even ask. “Pick a dress you like. We’re getting married tomorrow evening.”

I scoff. “Like heck, I will. You’ll have to kill me first, though.” I turn around and start to leave, but he grabs my wrist and hauls back, pushing me against the wall and pressing his body against mine.

Damn. He’s so strong…and I must be losing my mind because why the hell am I getting turned on?

“Leave,” he growls.

Everyone else in the hallway takes the nearest exit outside.

“Don’t provoke me, Vivienne,” he warns. “Be a good girl and do as you’re told.”

I don’t want to do as I’m told. I want to provoke him and push against his limits until he has none left. Maybe he’ll let me go then or punish me. “What will you do if I don’t? Kill me?”

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