Entangled with the Mafia Don novel Chapter 51

Davina's POV:

The doors to Ezra’s office loomed, dark and intimidating, a portal into the heart of my torment. Roy stood by, a silent, imposing guard, making it clear there was no escape. Ezra, somehow already inside, a shadow against the dim light, his presence filling the vast room. I felt like a lamb led to slaughter, my anger warring with a cold dread.

With a defiant lift of my chin, I stepped inside, the heavy doors thudding shut behind me, sealing me in with him. The club's distant music was muffled here, replaced by a suffocating silence that pressed in on me. The air was thick with the scent of leather, expensive cologne, and a raw power that emanated from him.

Ezra didn't move immediately. His eyes, dark and intense, scanned my face, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths – relief, perhaps, but also a possessive glint that made my skin crawl.

"Davina," he said, his voice low, a gravelly rumble that usually held a hypnotic quality. Now, it just grated on my nerves. "Thank God you're safe. We need to talk."

"Safe?" I scoffed, a bitter laugh bubbling up from my throat. The words were laced with venom. "You want to talk, Ezra? What is there to say? That you're engaged to another woman while you slept with me? That my family's debt made me a bargaining chip in your games? That your father thinks I'm 'payment'?" My voice rose, trembling with the force of my suppressed fury. "You lied to me. You manipulated me. You used me."

He took a step towards me, his hand outstretched, as if to calm me. "Davina, please, let me explain. It wasn't like that. The engagement was a political move, a necessity to stabilize things and after Ivan's… transgression. It was never... It meant nothing to me. I cancelled it for you. I was trying to protect you. All of it was to...-"

"Protect me?" I cut him off, my voice sharp, unforgiving. The sheer audacity of his words ignited a fresh surge of rage. "You dragged me into this world, into your dangerous games! You forced me in this life, to repay my father's debt... You have more money that you will ever need! Why? Whyy did you do this? You made me a stripper! I tried to protect my family, but instead I lost their respect! I have no roof, no family, no one, all because of you!" I say, my calm composure replaced with all the pain and frustration. "And all the while, I was just a pawn in your ruthless machinations! And then, you had the nerve to force me onto that stage, to dance for strangers, like I was just another commodity you owned! Like I had no choice, no dignity!" My chest heaved, fueled by the memory of the humiliation, the unwanted touches, the stripping.

My voice dropped, thick with a profound, aching heartbreak. "I trusted you, Ezra. I gave you... I gave you everything. My first time, something I thought was sacred, special... and you just took it, a convenient bonus while you were promised to someone else! You defiled it! I actually thought... I actually thought you were a better person, than the man who dragged me into all this that night in the hospital. I thought you were honorable, in your own twisted way. I thought higher of what you are, Ezra De Luca. You are a criminal. A manipulative, lying criminal."

The last word hung in the air between us, heavy and damning. The moment it left my lips, I saw a profound change in him. The concern on his face vanished, replaced by a sudden, terrifying shift. His eyes, usually dark pools, now blazed with a cold, furious fire. His jaw clenched, muscles bunching under his skin, and his entire body went rigid, emanating an aura of pure, dangerous anger. He took a slow, deliberate step towards me, his gaze locked onto mine, no longer pleading, but threatening.

Ezra's POV:

"A criminal?" I repeated, the word leaving my lips as a low, dangerous growl. My blood ran cold, then boiled with unadulterated fury. My control, which had been stretched to its absolute limit for a week, snapped. All the guilt, all the pain of her rejection, all the desperate longing to explain, vanished in a searing wave of rage.

A criminal. After everything I had done? After putting my life, my family's future, everything on the line to break an engagement that would secure an everlasting stability? After literally sitting by her bedside all night, holding her, fearing for her life, after bringing the best doctor to ensure her recovery? All to protect her... The insult cut deeper than any blade. It dismissed every complex decision, every protective instinct, every single sacrifice I had made for her. It painted me as a common villain, a heartless thug.

"You dare call me a criminal?" I hissed, taking another step towards her, my voice low, dangerous, a prelude to a storm. "After I put my life on the line for you? After I beat Ivan half to death for touching you? After I defied my own father and burned bridges with a powerful family, for you? You call that criminal? You think you know anything about what I do, or why I do it?"

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