The Mafia’s Forbidden Desire

ROSALINDA. "Sei morto!" I heard a voice yell while I was leaning on my best friend’s car, smoking in the underground parking lot of a club.Out of curiosity, I peeked up to see what was happening, and the smoke of the cigarette suddenly filled my lungs at the sight of what I saw, and I puffed.A blonde man who had bruises all over him was on his knees, surrounded by men. Dangerous men. One of them was holding a gun to his head.I was born into a world of crimes, and I witness things like that regularly. But I still haven’t gotten used to it."Who is that?" I heard a voice say, and it was followed by footsteps. I quickly started thinking of ways to run away; I didn’t want to get into trouble. If my dad knew I was out clubbing, I’d be in deep shit.Before I could gather my thoughts, an image suddenly appeared before me, and I gasped.He was breathtaking! He had dark brown, lustrous hair and mesmerizing hazel eyes. He had a strong jawline and was dressed in a tailored black suit that ac

ROSALINDA.Antonio Russo’s charm worked on me. Again. His presence had such an immense effect on me. An effect that made my body react to him in ways that it shouldn’t. I hated it. I hated him. Not only because I disliked his annoyingly bossy nature but also because he was my sister’s fiancée and I wasn’t supposed to be attracted to him. But I was."What’s happening here?" Papà asked briskly as he approached us."Rosalinda here needs to be taught some manners." Antonio said as he slouched on the chair where he was seated. "I wonder why you aren’t strict with your daughter’s. Strict enough to stop them from sneaking—" He paused, darted his gaze at me, and smirked smugly. "I mean, stop the them from going around and disobeying people."What was his deal? He was punishing me by making me believe he was going to expose my sneaking escapade to Papà. And hell yeah, his punishment worked because I almost hyperventilated. If Papà ever found out that I usually sneak out of the house, I’d be do

ROSALINDA. Sofia’s dress was complicated, so I couldn’t help her pull it off on my own; I had to call Lily to help her out since she designed it.She was standing in front of the small room when I stepped out. She must have understood that Sofia was not in the best of moods and waited for me to comfort her, hence why she stood outside and didn’t go in with us."Is she okay now?" Lily asked concernedly the second she saw me."Yes." I nodded slightly. "Her dress is still on. Can you help her pull it off?""Sure." She said as she hurried towards the door and pushed it open.I strolled back to where I was seated and sat on the sofa while trying my very best not to glance at Antonio. A walking temptation.The scene of what he did to me before Sofia and Lily walked out of that small room kept replaying in my head, and I wanted to know why he did that. Was he also attracted to me?Before I could stop myself, I cleared my throat and asked. "Why did you sniff my neck the other time? You shoul

ROSALINDA.Not even for a second before I fell asleep did the thoughts of what happened between me and Antonio leave my mind. I fell asleep thinking about him, and now that I’m up, thoughts of him were the first to cross my mind.Was he also attracted to me, or was I misinterpreting things? Did he sniff my neck so sensually only because he liked my scent?Could it be that he was only under the influence of alcohol? I kept asking myself endless questions. Questions I had no answers to.I could still remember the way I involuntarily pressed myself against him as I allowed myself to feel his hard, defined body. I could still remember how intense my arousal was as he rubbed his thumb over the red sting spot and sniffed my neck.As those memories coursed through me, I caught myself absentmindedly rubbing the same red spot, feeling my folds contrast as I let out a short moan.I quickly snapped myself out of it, shaking my head in disbelief at what I was doing. He was out of bounds for me, a

ROSALINDA.Antonio might be crazy, but I’m even crazier.He ruined my dress just because he wanted me to change into something more decent, but I defied that cause. I went back into my room, swiftly removed the ruined dress, and slipped into something even more daring—a silver sequin mid-thigh dress with striking waist-high slits on both sides.After I finished dressing, I stood in front of the mirror and spun around in a complete 360-degree turn, marveling at my own reflection. Boy, do I tempt myself?I looked so hot, and I was well aware that my father would disapprove of my outfit, but I couldn't care less as long as I got to spite Antonio.Grabbing a silver clutch, I made my way back to the garden. I looked around, searching for Antonio, and before I could figure out where he was, I heard a familiar voice call my name.Oh, shit. Not again. I had hoped to avoid encountering him again, but luck was clearly not on my side. I pivoted to face the source of the voice, forcing a fake sm