I Paid A Mafia Boss For Our Night novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10 Deadly Contract

"You're setting a time limit for me?" Antonio raised his eyebrows, a curious expression on his face as he looked down at me.

His gaze made me uncomfortable, as if he was looking at an ant trying to shake an elephant. I clenched my teeth and nodded, "Yes."

Antonio pulled me into the elevator, his bodyguard following and pressing the button for the top floor.

"Fine." The elevator doors slowly closed, and Antonio's handsome face remained expressionless, his demeanor serious, "But I only accept negotiations within a reasonable range, Sienna, and this is a privilege I'm granting you."

His high-handed charity made me feel humiliated. My soul screamed hysterically to fight Antonio to the death, but in reality, I could only cling to the last shred of sanity, squeezing out my compromise through clenched teeth, "Six months."

"Six months?" Antonio chuckled lightly, his laughter casual and effortless, but I detected a hint of mockery, even his bodyguard stealthily shot me a mocking glance.

I felt embarrassed, my face burning hot, and even breathing felt difficult. Why must I endure such humiliation?

"Six months, or just kill me and my father!" I glared back at him.

Antonio stared intently at me. I was nervous inside, but unwilling to show weakness, I stared back with wide eyes as if the first to break this tension would lose.

But I had no confidence at all. Antonio was a mafia boss; he could simply snap his fingers, and my father and I could be killed tonight at the club, no need for a burial.

As Antonio's silence grew longer, the fear of the dark world and unease retook my heart, and I regretted setting such a firm condition.

The elevator descended to the underground parking lot, where Antonio's driver brought the car around. The car door opened, and Antonio placed me in the back seat.

He propped himself against the car roof and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing a honey-toned chest, the previously abstinent elite man now seeming more like a playboy delighting in teasing women, "One year."

One year was too long. I wanted to say "no," but reason stopped me in time. Just to be Antonio's mistress for one year, and $80 million in debt would be erased. But... the thought of becoming his toy, his outlet for lust, made even a single day unbearable.

I cautiously glanced at Antonio's expression, my stomach filled with butterflies.

No! I will find a way to pay off the debt and leave early.

"Fine. But I have one more condition."

Antonio laughed in exasperation, grabbing my shoulder, "Don't push your luck."

I sweated from the pain, "This is the last one."

Antonio looked deeply at me, finally releasing my shoulder, "Speak."

My shoulder felt numb, taking a while to recover, "From today, do not allow my father to enter any of the casinos or clubs under your name. If he does, kick him out."

"You're not afraid I'll beat him to death?"

I pressed my lips together, heart hardened, "If $80 million can't make him quit gambling, then you might as well kill him."

...

I sat in the spacious back seat of the Bentley, spreading my hands for the club's doctor to apply medicine.

"Keep it dry, avoid heavy lifting, and change the dressing regularly..."

As I nodded, I couldn't help but glance outside the car, where Antonio flipped through something on his bodyguard's phone, one hand holding a cigar.

I admitted Antonio was an exquisitely handsome man, likely a regular at the gym given his perfect body proportions, broad shoulders and narrow waist... even those fashion models in Milan would pale in comparison.

Too bad he was a mafia, inherently tangled with danger, terrorism, and crime. No matter how perfect his build, he wasn't a good choice for a husband.

The doctor wrapped my hands in thick white bandages, turning them into cumbersome paws. I tried to bend my fingers, but they were stiff and unmovable.