The Mafia's Dark Obsession novel Chapter 3

He was no ordinary stranger.

He was the king of the mafia world. The immortal boss, as everyone called him.

Don Antonio de Marino, the notorious El Capo and ruler of La Vendetta Oscura, the largest and most powerful mafia organization in Las Vegas.

The mention of his name brought men to their knees and seized them with terror. He was ruthless, merciless, a menace, and even the police steered clear of him.

His world revolved around three things: wealth, power and revenge.

He changed women more than he changed outfits, and women always crowded around him, wanting a taste of the forbidden.

To say he was good looking was an understatement. He seemed to have been carved from gold, crafted by the expert hands of gods. He had a deathly aura, and even the strongest of men trembled at his presence.

That morning, he woke up troubled. And it was a rare thing for him to be troubled.

He found it difficult to forget the girl he saw the previous night. Thinking about her now, the scene replayed in his mind's eye.

He had been returning to his villa, and had found her standing alone beside an abandoned warehouse.

"Mario, slow down." He ordered the driver in a thick italian accent.

The limo slowed to a stop and for a minute, he gazed at her.

She was extremely young, and utterly beautiful. Even with the distance, he clearly noticed how her skin glowed in the dying light. He felt his loins roar to life and for the first time, he was intrigued by her.

Women never intrigued him.

She noticed the limo and stared at it silently. He knew she couldn't see through the tinted glass, yet he felt her deep stare.

"Dio Mio." He murmured. When was the last time he felt such lust for a woman?

"Is everything okay, signòre Antonio?" Mario asked worriedly.

Antonio finally looked away and leaned back on his seat.

"Drive." He muttered.

As Mario drove off, he kept his gaze on the girl until he couldn't see her again. And the next morning, she was all he could think of.

He sat up and stared at the woman lying beside him, totally naked. Her creamy thigh rested on his legs, and he remembered the steamy night they had.

Now she disgusted him.

He pushed her leg off and rose from the bed. The woman stirred and stretched, then opened her eyes.

"Buongiorno, signòre." She purred.

"Good morning, Belladonna." Antonio replied in english. He walked up to the bar in the corner of the large bedroom and poured a glass of whiskey.

"Why so serious?" Belladonna asked softly. "Come back to bed."

"Put your clothes on, Bella. The driver is waiting to take you home." Antonio answered curtly without bothering to turn around.

Belladonna sat up with a frown. Her bare breasts shook with her movement.

"So soon?" She queried. "You told me I get to stay with you forever."

"And you were a fool to believe it." Antonio shot back, his voice icy cold. "Do not make me repeat myself."

A loud knock sounded on the door and he cursed angrily.

"Who is it?"

"Signòre Antonio, you have a visitor." A female voice spoke.

"Who?"

"It is Master Pedro."

Antonio grabbed a robe and threw it on. Without another glance at Belladonna, he stepped out of the room and slammed the door.

Pedro was waiting for him in the living room, staring at the various luxurious paintings on the wall. He was a curly haired man with brown eyes, and a leering smile.

"Oi, Antonio. I thought Belladonna had you chained between her thighs." He grinned when Antonio stepped into the living room.

"You wish." Antonio tapped his back in a friendly hug.

"Can I have her then? I hear she's a wild one."

"All yours." Antonio shrugged, then got down to business. "Why are you here so early, amico?"

"There is an auction today, at the town square." Pedro wiggled his brows in glee. "I thought you might accompany me while I make a purchase or two."

"Pedro you know I hate auctions." Antonio sighed exasperatedly.

"Please, amico. It will be fun." Pedro clapped his back and grinned. "You might even find one that catches your interest."

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