Owning the Mafia Don

Sophie had been taken aback when she saw the little woman, who was Lucien Delano’s wife. She was not a beauty, but there was something about her, the lustrous brown eyes, the wide smiling mouth, her grace, her body, yes, men looked at her and wanted to make her theirs. Sophie had seen it in the eyes of men in the audience as they saw the woman who had rushed to the ropes, crying out the Boss’ name in such a fervent way.

What had been even more remarkable was the man’s reaction. Sophie had been even more astonished to see how deeply the Boss seemed to care for her. Damn, thought Sophie incredulously, the man had been on the verge of losing; just the sight of his wife’s face, the sound of her voice, and he had been striding ( if you could call it that) across the ring to be with her! He had had the look of a man who was love-struck when he saw her. Like he would do anything for her.

Sophie glanced at her enviously and felt a twinge of jealousy when she saw the look on Schwartz’s face.

Realization dawned upon her.

The silly fool was in love with her too, thought Sophie in amazement.

Et Tu, Brutus? She thought crossly, recalling her old English teacher.

But even as Lucien Delano had shoved Denizen away like he was a fly and continued to make his way to this wife, the fellow had tried to get up and stop the Boss. And ended up with a neck injury and a broken nose for his pains.

But what had them all in shock was the action of Catalina, that shameless wh*re! She had leapt onto the Boss as though she was about to f*ck him there, right there, in the ring before everyone. Like it was a scene from one of the X rated movies she had starred in.

Sophie had taken one look at Proserpina’s face and felt sorry for the Boss. For all her diminutive size, here was a woman who was definitely a force to be reckoned with, a spitfire all right! In that instant, Sophie felt a rush of admiration for the woman who had managed to literally own this giant of a man, this man who had never hesitated from using his brute strength to destroy his rivals; but who was so obviously at the mercy of this gorgeous woman with her sensuous gait and wide brown eyes, which were flashing fire at this moment.

***

Proserpina

The sight of the woman who had leapt onto Lucien out of the blue made me enraged. If Schwartz had not captured my waist and held me back, I would have leapt onto the ring willy-nilly and scratched her eyes out.

“Proserpina. Do not be a fool.’ He murmured, his lips close to my hair,’ There are people watching you, just waiting for a chance to play this up.”

Danielle was yelling something about managing the people, and Grace was clinging to her, looking totally horrified at the sight of the people roaring and yelling around us. The bouncers were swarming the room, making sure that no one got too carried away.

I wriggled about some more in Schwartz’s strong arms, trying to get free: the half-naked woman was now yelling something in a coarse manner, declaring that he had won her for the night. Lucien was holding her to his body, his hand clasped around her a*se, and I felt a surge of fury.

But Schwartz’s words seemed to sink into my head. Over his shoulder, I could make out quite a few people, darting their eyes between what was happening in the ring and observing my reaction, smirking.

I sagged against my best friend, James Schwartz, hurt and anger mingling in me wretchedly.

“James’, I whispered tiredly,’ James, please, I want to leave now. Just take me away from here.”

The sight of the huge woman rocking her hips against my husband, her lips locked on his, made me feel a mixture of rage and hopelessness.

He could have pushed her away, I thought, my fists curling into balls of anger, but I allowed myself to be led away, a few of Lucien’s men forming a tight circle around me.

Numbly, I heard Schwartz snap at the bemused-looking red-haired woman, who had helped me to get to the ring,

‘Sophie!’ he barked, “Come over here; help Proserpina to get to the Boss’ rooms.”

She immediately hurried over, and we left the room, which was still resounding with shouts and whistles. At the top of the steps, I turned to look back,

The woman had pulled off her bra and my husband’s face was now buried in her large breasts.

I flinched, remembering how Lucien had growled that he wanted to f*ck my breasts that night; and met the eyes of a man who stood a little in the doorway, smoking, watching me dispassionately.

Sophie growled and tugged me away. We were in the elevator in a matter of minutes but the remarks of the couple that was leaving ahead of us made me cringe,Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Lucien and Catalina always had a thing for each other, didn’t they?” cooed the woman, sending me an arch look over her shoulder, loud enough to make me hear her.

And the man’s reply, as he slid a sly look my way, made me gnash my teeth.

“Yup. They go way back.’ He gave a coarse chuckle, his eyes on me as he went on, sneering,

“Delano never could get his hands off her. They were always fu*king , even in public! ‘

The girl beside me hurried me ahead, tugging me along, but I suddenly felt drained.

***

Paul Worthington had been watching the fight, all of it.

His seat had been somewhere in the middle but the giant screens set up in the room had shown the entire combat. Denizen the Destroyer had been the one most people had bet on, believing that the young man’s propensity to win and his aggression, his youth and celebrity status would carry the day.

He had seen how the woman who was Delano’s wife had rushed to the ropes and called out the Mafia Don’s name. She was a sexy little thing with beautiful eyes, soft and glowing. The camera had focused on her face, the lovely brown eyes beseeching, panned across the scooped-out neckline revealing her generous breasts, her wide mouth, rounded behind…

Worthington grunted; he was intrigued. It had been obvious to everyone in the auditorium, that Lucien Delano had been going down, and had almost been on his way to giving up the fight…but the sight of his wife had spurred him on. And he had won, miraculously.

Worthington twisted his lips.

The woman had made him win.

Interesting.

So she was his weak link.

He smiled and blew out a ring of smoke, registering the fact that Sondra’s sister was the one who was accompanying Proserpina Delano to the office above. Damn that pesky redhead, he thought in irritation. She had helped her sister to get away. He had been too preoccupied with Dmitri’s call to focus on Sondra.

When Dmitri called, he jumped.

And when he had asked Worthington to step in and find out more about Delano, Worthington had leapt at the chance to oblige. No one ever said ‘No’ to Dmitri Rudenko. He was a sick bugger all right. His vats of acid where it was rumoured he dunked his rivals and opponents, leaving them to die a painful death, were whispered about fearfully.

But Dmitri Rudenko was powerful. The steady supply of women he continuously kept bringing in from the East and the East European countries kept him thriving, and in business for sex traf******g was on the rise. Worthington smiled. If he played his cards right, he would also be cutting a share of the business. He had never understood Delano’s staunch refusal to join in the sex trade. But now, he would pass on the news to Dmitri.

This woman, his wife, made Delano vulnerable.

He smiled and continued smoking.