THE MAFIA OBSESSION

Natalie’s POVMy bedroom door went flying with a loud bang as Lucien threw me unto the bed, he’s always like this every time a guy tries to talk to me and it’s getting under my skin…“What the heck is wrong with you Lucien? For goodness sakes you’re my stepbrother and why are you so pissed whenever a guy tries to get close to me?”“Natty how blind can you be? Those guys out there are just vultures who play with a girl’s heart and never truly love”“And you should care exactly why?”“Because I promised your mom to look after you”“I told you… to stop fucking mentioning my mom”“I’m sending everyone home, end of discussion and don’t throw parties like this again, dad will soon be home and I’m sure you wouldn’t like what he would have to say about your very reckless behavior”“Listen Lucien, I’m not you pet or dog to keep hostage just because your dad is my adoptive father, I can do whatever I wished to do it’s my life, get that into your fucking head” I said looking straight at him, and

CHAPTER 3- NO SAFE WORDSNatalie’s POV I really didn’t know he’d want to punish me in place of Damon, I mean we are family after all, my thoughts were all over the place as I walked up stairs towards the door of the study, it was Lucien’s study but even his father didn’t dare to go in there.If he wanted to punish me, why do it there, in the place where he never let anyone come into, my heart raced so hard I almost thought the sound was loud enough for the outside world to here.I opened the huge doors to reveal a dimly lit room, he sat on his chair at the other end of the huge table that separated us, he wasn’t looking in my direction, but he already knew when I stepped in…“Take a seat, pick up the blindfold, use it to tie over your eyes, you shouldn’t be able to see anything, I’d know if you did otherwise” I let out a sharp sigh of relief before looking back at him“Must I use the blindfold?” I asked quietly “I can close my eyes instead”“Did I ask for your opinion?” He replied i

“Mum?” I sprinted for the door as I saw her walked past, still in that dream again I never get past every single time, probably a nightmare of some sort but I didn’t see any blood yet. I opened the door to check if mum was alright, she was right there, within reach then I stretched my hand forward only to be pulled back to square one my room again then I hear multiple gunshot. I woke up with instant force, my heart still racing in my chest as I opened my eyes, slightly relieved that it was all a dream, I’ve been having that nightmare since my mum died, I hoped it would go away but the dreams seemed stuck and never moved passed me getting dragged back, and gunshots blaring outside the house. I picked up my phone to check if I got any calls, also checked the time too, just 4am and no one had called so I slipped off the bed and walked down to the kitchen to get some water, the whole mansion was still dimly lit, so I couldn’t see much, I returned the cup I used to the cupboard and w

Natalie’s POV I never thought this day would ever come, a day when Lucien was this close to me and even on the same bed as me, the maid left after dropping off the message then I let out a sigh of relief as I peeked under my duvet… “Get the fuck out Lucien! What the fuck were you thinking?” He slowly crawled out of the covers then looked straight at me before speaking “If you wanted me gone, you would have just said it, but instead here you are, accommodating the idea of me under your sheets” I stared at him in anger before replying “I don’t care whatever shitty ideas you got going on in your head but you better start taking your leave before I scream” He just sat there looking at me, and I just prayed he didn’t hear me calling out his name 5 minutes ago, that would inflate his stupid ego. “Scream? But I thought I heard otherwise some minutes ago” He paused raising an eyebrow at me. ‘Shit’ He did hear it, I’ll just act like I didn’t hear what he said, good idea. “Get the fuck

Lucien’s POV As the gunshot echoed through the halls, I dropped to my knees to pick up Natalie, there was a lot of blood, a part of me prayed it wasn't Natalie's blood, while the other prayed it was Malachi's, hoping he'd bleed to death. He made a very bad mistake by touching you what's mine Natalie’s body is weak lying in the middle of the gala floor, champagne and blood under her. People pushed through the crowd because they were all scared but all I heard was the ragged sound of my own breathing. I lifted her, she weighs close to nothing. One arm under her knees, the other braced against her back, and I feel the blood soaking through my tuxedo shirt as my hand rested on her side. I don’t know whose blood it is anymore. “Boss,” Marcus hisses beside me as he draws his gun from his jacket. “We gotta move. Now.” I was already walking through the panicked crowd, past the shattered glass and overturned tables. Past Malachi’s bodyguards who are too busy dragging their