THE DON'S DESIRE

TANYA’S POV I knew things were about to go from worse to terrible when he stormed over to me, snatching the file from me. I watched as his eyes ran over them. My breathe hitching to announce the fear that was about to devour me. He raised his eyes to look at me. Being up close, gave me a clearer vision of his looks. He looked dangerously breathtaking. He excited me. You know that feeling when you are scared to hell while watching an horror movie but you can’t stop watching because it excites you.Yes!Something of that sort.“Who asked you to take…” He was saying, his voice harsh, showcasing his anger.He paused to drag in a breathe. His jaw clenching together as he probably thought of the best thing to do to me. Was he going to kill me?It looked like he would.Before I knew it, he pulled out his phone from his pant’s pocket and dialed a number then placed it on his left ear. He was putting on a Blue suit that hung so well to his broad shoulder, doing it little justice.“I found

Rodrigo's POVIt had been two days since Father called me, claiming he wanted to see me. At first, I tried to ignore his wish and devise an excuse, but I believed it was the best to do all I could till the older man gave me my right. It was a long drive back to his mansion, which held many bittersweet memories. My car tires crushed the stones beneath them as I stopped before the house.The second I stepped out of the car, a chilling gust of wind gave me a welcome. I let out a sigh.Today was the D-day. The day I had awaited for so long. The day that Father would make me the capo, the head of the Mafia world—a position I have had to work my way up to.With a sigh, I made my way in. Lucas, one of my father's trusted men, crossed paths with me by the landing of the stairs. Our eyes met. “Back home, I see,” his voice dragged as he looked at me with a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Father wanted to see me,” I responded and watched him nod softly. “Makes sense that Augusto would want t

TANYA’S POV My eyes trailed over my reflection in the mirror as I got rid of all the makeup. My bracelets and accessories made a clattering sound with each one I tossed away. Anger and hatred surged through me; the image of his face flashed in my head, and the urge to break all his bones soared higher. Pausing a little, I sent myself glances, taking note of how well my wedding gown complimented me—never had the thought of marriage crossed my mind, but this! This wasn't how I thought it would be. Granted, it was expensive, no doubt, but I had imagined my wedding to be the ethereal one that would give me butterflies in my belly as I walked down the aisle to my charming prince if I ever decided to. But definitely not this! Sighing, my fingers fiddled with my earrings, and soon, it was lying on the table, too. But what now? What was to happen after the wedding vows? The wedding night? Was I really going to have sex with a man I despised? Pulling down the sleeves of my d

TANYA’S POV The black sequin dress accentuated my curves as I stood before the mirror, my palms gliding against my thighs as I posed. I couldn't help but wonder where he wanted to take me, and he provided no detail or explanation. What a brute. My fingers were in my hair, a nervous habit, twisting a rogue curl around my index finger as the doorknob clicked. My breath hitched. It was too soon. I wasn't ready. But ready or not, the door swung open, revealing a man in a sharp black suit standing in the doorway. "Sir Rodrigo instructed me to come get you, ma'am," he stated matter-of-factly. “Do you know where we're going?” I asked, applying lipstick. He paused, the silence stretching uncomfortably between us. His stare, sharp and calculating, scanned me from head to toe before settling on my eyes. "That's not my concern, ma’am.” "Right," I breathed, returning to the room one last time. He moved aside, gesturing for me to follow. As we descended the grand staircas

Tanya's POV I woke up to an empty room. Rodrigo must have left as usual. This mansion was too quiet and boring, and the nightmare that I was trapped in, called marriage, wasn't helping things. "I can't keep living like this," I muttered to myself, throwing the covers aside. The plush carpet beneath my feet did little to comfort the emptiness that loomed in the air. Making my way downstairs, the grand staircase echoing my solitary footsteps. In the kitchen stood Maria, the head maid, busy preparing something while engaging in a lively conversation with the other maids. The clinking of utensils and the hum of their chatter filled the room. "Morning, Tanya," Maria greeted, her eyes briefly meeting mine. "Morning," I replied, attempting a smile. I poured myself a glass of juice, wanting to immerse myself in their warmth, even if just for a moment. But as I approached the clutter, a sudden hush fell upon the kitchen, like a curtain dropping on a stage. The other maids exchan