The Dirty Deal With My Boyfriend's Mafia Daddy

Amelia's POV

The sound of moans and skin slapping against skin fills my ears as Rory slams into Beatrice's pussy repeatedly and aggressively from behind. They appear to be in Rory's room, and Rory is banging her close to the bed.

Beatrice's hips are thrusting into the air, her grip tight on the bed frame as she accepts his powerful thrusts, arching and yearning for more.

Rory handles her like a complete whore, slapping her already reddened ass cheeks repeatedly, grunting, and marking her body with her own juices, which drip onto the floor.

But his treatment of her isn't what shocks me; rather, it's the fact that Rory is actually fucking her.

He is actually screwing Beatrice! My ex-best friend and enemy.

How could he do this to me? Even if he wanted to cheat, why must it be with Beatrice?

He knows how much I dislike her, and he assured me he hated her too. So, what is this madness? Why is his cock buried inside her pussy?

I pause the video when I can no longer watch, and I start to pace around the room. The video was sent to me anonymously. I didn't believe what the sender said about Rory; in fact, I refused to accept it until the video started to play.

But it's not just one video. There are multiple. And on different dates. Same location. Different outfits.

This simply means that he's been cheating on me for a long time.

Fuck!

Unable to hold back the rage building inside me, I pick up my phone and dial Rory's number. He picks up on the third ring.

"Baby," he calls, his voice sounding tired. Maybe he's exhausted from fucking Beatrice a little too hard. Fuck him!

"Don't... Don't call me that," I say, swallowing the lump in my throat and gritting my teeth.

"What's with the attitude?" He asks, his tone changing.

"I have the videos of you and Beatrice; someone sent them to me. But I'm refusing to believe them. Are these videos true? How long has this affair been going on?" I demand.

There's a long pause at the other end, and when he doesn't respond, I get irritated, and my anger grows.

"You have been fucking her, haven't you?" I ask accusingly, my voice rising.

I hear him release a sigh. He isn't even trying to deny it.

Fuck. Fuck him. He isn't even attempting.

Nothing. Nothing at all.

The tears I've been holding back start to stream down my cheeks.

"Why?"

"Why, you bastard?"

"Why?!" My voice rises with each question.

"Who the hell is that?" I hear a voice in the background. I freeze as I start to analyze the voice, and when I recognize it, I can't help the way my heart squeezes in my chest.

Fuck.

It's fucking Beatrice!

"Who?" I hear her draw closer, and the next thing I hear is the sound of her laughter.

"Why the fuck is the bitch screaming at you?"

"Shut up and let me speak to her," I hear Rory say to her, and then they argue for some time. I continue to listen, and the next thing I hear is the sound of their lips moving against each other, followed by the sound of their harsh breaths.

A strangled gasp escapes me, and the thought of what they've been doing behind my back, and how I never suspected Rory, weakens me; my knees grow soft.

"I can't believe this..." I whisper loudly.

"This must be a dream. This..."

Rory's bored voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and then he proceeds to speak. "Alright, I got tired of waiting on you, so I made the best decision of my life. Beatrice is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I have been waiting for you to find out about us."

"But I must admit, though, I didn't think it would take you this long to figure it out. I thought you were smart, but I guess not." He pauses and then continues.

"So, does this mean I will no longer have to put up with your boring ass? Well, good for me. But if you still want to get my dick, I don't mind, and I'll stick around a little longer. Speak to you later; I'm about to get some pussy," and without waiting for me to respond, he ends the call sharply.

The phone slips from my hand and lands on the floor with a thud as the reality of who Rory truly is kicks in.

And before I can stop it, I burst out laughing loudly. I stare at the ceiling and keep laughing, but even as I laugh, tears don't stop rolling down my cheeks.

And then, like a charged bull, I suddenly get to my feet.

I'm wearing a white singlet and shorts, but without changing, I grab my car keys and storm out of the house. I ignore the heavy downpour and get into my car, but all attempts to start it fail as the engine doesn't respond.

Feeling frustrated and worn out, I leave the car and go into the street; every car I try to stop doesn't wait, and I have to walk down the road.

Rory's house is three streets away, but I don't mind the distance, and I keep walking in the rain, determined to confront him, ready to yell in his face and ask him why he's been deceiving me.

I honestly don't know which part annoys me more: the fact that he cheated or the fact that he slept with my enemy. Maybe both reasons annoy me, but I won't accept his nonsense.

I keep moving through the heavy rain, and my clothes and body are soaked a few minutes into the journey.

I arrive at Rory's large house, and I get through the security gate easily, but I don't fail to notice the way the guards stare at me as I head for the front door.

I reach the front door and start to bang on it, cursing, screaming, and crying as I call him out.

The door opens after a few minutes. I lift my hand, ready to slap him across the face, but my hand freezes midair once I see the face before me.

And then a fearful gasp escapes me as I take a step back in shock.

What the hell? What is Rory's father doing here?

And did I almost slap him?

Oh my gosh!

As I tremble before him, I don't fail to notice the way his eyes bore holes into my skin or the way his features darken. His hard stare increases my fears, and I take another step back.

"I... I... That was a m-mistake, sir," I say, my teeth chattering as I begin to shiver due to the cold.

But he doesn't respond immediately and takes a step toward me; I take another step back right away.

My heart hammers in my chest at the possibility of what he might do to me.

I've heard dangerous rumors about him. Actually, I believe the rumors to be true. And it's a fact that he's part of the Italian Mafia. Rory indirectly confirmed it to me once.

And right now, I can't help but think about my safety.

I attempt to take another step back, but his swift movements quickly stop me.

My heart freezes as I watch him take off his jacket, and when he covers me with it, I don't know what to think or how to feel.

But when he pulls me into the house and closes the door behind us, I immediately realize that my night is going to be a really long one.