She Belongs to the Mafia King (Normani Parker) novel Chapter 17

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

I take back my words when I said how hard it can be to learn to cook.

It was freaking hard. Literally.  I was certain Zoey was already fed up with me. If it wasn't for the distasteful pout on her lips, then the glare in her eyes said it all as she stared at the burnt egg before trailing off to look at the discarded burnt eggs in the bin.

"At least this looks a bit edible." I smiled hesitantly, lifting the pan of burnt eggs.

Her glare moved from the pan to my face, then back to the pan; the frown on her face was deep. "None of it looks edible, Mani." She cried out, nearly looking pained.

I chuckled, nervously dropping the pan on the counter. "You know what they say about the seventh time being the charm?"

" What?..."  She calls out, perplexed. "Definitely not for you, Mani. You have done enough cooking for the day."

"But... I really want to learn." I prod.

" Really?  How is it going then?" Zoey asked sarcastically.

"I will have you know that my heart truly is in it; though it might not have turned out the way I expected, I'm sure with enough practice, I might get better. I think. "  I said, looking at the burned? before grimacing.

"I'm sure, Mani, dear. But sadly, it isn't today. She says, taking a hold of my hand. "Why don't I make dinner for us instead, or I might end up with a migraine and an uncontrollable rage?" She coos, tapping my hand, and looks at me with that reprimanding look a mother usually gives her child.

I sighed, giving a nod, and the frown on her face was immediately replaced by a smile. "Good. Now go have your seat, while I actually make something more edible for us to eat. That won't land us in the hospital." She teased, and I gave a sheepish smile before returning to my seat on the stool.

Zoey immediately started working her magic and began making us ramen while I sat there amazed. The kitchen was filled with the delicacy, and my mouth was watering, eager to have a bite.

When she placed a plate of ramen with fried eggs in front of me, I smiled, letting out a "thank you," then took a bite and almost moaned out at how great it tasted.

"Wow!, thisisreallydelicious."  I mumbled out with food in my mouth and a grin on my face.

"I can't pretend to understand what you just said." Zoey says, amused. "Maybe you should try that again, this time without food in your mouth."

I hurriedly munched on the food in my mouth before speaking again. "I said, this is really delicious."

"Thank you, Mani." she says, taking a bite of her ramen.

"What are we going to do after dinner? I totally don't want to go back to my room." I asked, hoping she would come up with something.

Zoey tilted her head to the side, deep in thought, before her eyes lit up. "We can always watch a movie." She suggested  "There is a huge cinema here, and no one hardly uses it." "We can have like a movie marathon of all our favourite movies or watch something new."

"That sounds like..." I didn't get to finish my sentence when a figure walked into the kitchen and Zoey went on full alert. She gulped nervously.

This made me turn to look at who it was, half expecting it to be Sin. But I was surprised when I saw one of Sin's men standing there. He was big, with a scar that ran from his left eyebrow to his eyes.

His face was stony, and he had a glare in his eyes. He scoffs as his gaze shifts from Zoey to me, then to the half-eaten ramen on my plate.

"You must seriously believe you have superiority simply because you are Sin's little whore. Parading yourself around the house, acting like the donna of the house without realizing your place," He spat it out. His voice held nothing but anger and disgust. "Puttana del cazzo"

"Fabian, you know Mani is more than a whore to warm Sin's bed, and he won't like you addressing her as such." Zoey spoke, avoiding any form of eye contact with the man.

Fabian let out a chuckle, which was dark and menacing. "I see; spending time with Sin's new fling must have given you some courage. You think she is going to protect you. Once Sin is done with her, he will discard her like the rest of them. Who knows? I might ask him to give her to me. I won't mind teaching her a few things." He winked at me, and I felt a bile of disgust grow in me.

"In your fucking dreams, bastard." I yelled out, eyeing him. "And for your information, I'm not Sin's little whore. If you have nothing better to do, I suggest you get lost."

His eyes grew with anger, not expecting my response. He probably expected me to cower in fear as he talked about me and Zoey as if we were dirt.

I rolled my eyes, turning my attention to Zoey to see if she was okay. Her eyes widened and her lips parted like she was about to say something when I felt a tight grip on my hair, causing me to mewl in pain.

I tried digging my nails into his hand to loosen his grip on my hair, but it didn't seem to work as it only tightened it even more. He turned my face towards him with a sinister look on his face.

"You've got nothing to say now, do you?" He chuckled darkly, and I spat on his face, refusing to back down. This made him even more angry. His hand, which wasn't gripping my hair, was raised in the air, and my eyes were closed, waiting to feel the impact of his palm on my cheek.

But a few seconds passed, and I felt nothing. I slowly peeled my eyes up to find his hand still hanging up in the air, with another hand holding onto it.

My eyes shifted from his hands to Sin's calm eyes and emotionless face.

Fabian let go of my hair in an instant, with a terrified look on his face.

" S.... Sin."  He stuttered but was pushed away from me, with Sin making sure it was a reasonable distance before turning to look at me.

" Explain."  His tone was commanding when he spoke. His words were directed at Fabian, but his gaze never left mine.

"This whore was being disrespectful, and I was simply trying to let her know her place." Fabian's response was filled with anger.

"I see." He mutters, not saying anything else.

His eyes held mine for a brief moment, then he turns to look at Fabian before he began making his way out of the kitchen.

This made me pissed even more, and I found myself trailing behind him.

"That's it." I yelled.  "A simple "I see," and that's it. You didn't even bother hearing Zoey's and my sides of the story, just his." Sin stops, turning to look at me with a raised brow. "Men like you are the reason why women get disrespected and belittled." I continued to yell, ignoring the men forming in the hallway. "You are nothing but a piece of shit, a fucking monster, all of you, and I hope you rot in hell. You mon.. "  I didn't get to finish my word when the sound of a gunshot resonated around the room, followed by the thud of a body hitting the floor.

A loud scream left my lips, and my body shook in fright as I watched the lifeless body of Fabian on the floor. I turned to look at Sin, who had a cold expression on his face as he handed the gun back to one of his men.

His eyes turned to look at me before he began taking slow strides towards me, and I found myself shifting back in fear.

He was indeed a cold monster, one who wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone.

Kill me

I felt my back hitting a wall and my breath hitching when Sin's towering figure stood in front of me. His eyes stared at mine. He slowly raised his hand up to my face, causing me to look away, gulping in fright.

His fingers caressed my cheek gently, and I stole a glance at him, finding his eyes still on me and his lips raised in a smirk, which vanished as quick as it came before his hand grabbed mine and dragged me towards the direction of his office.

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SIN'S POV.

"Get your hands off me, let me go," Mani demanded as I dragged her towards the direction of my office, and it took a tremendous amount of effort not to laugh at her audacity.

I walked into the room, pushing her into a seat before taking a seat at the edge of the table beside her.

Blue eyes that glistened with green flashes and were the same colour as the mediterranean sea's depths glared back at me. Her anxiety, rage, and exasperation were visible in her prominent cheekbones' pink blush, Pouty looked back at me with her lovely lips slightly parted in awe. My gaze travelled down her body, admiring how her solid, taut muscles did not conceal her curves but rather served to emphasize them.

"Nikolai," she whispers, and her voice was like music to my ears.

My brows raised as I observed her anxiously gulp, "I had no idea you were this fiery."

"How... how can you act so calm?" She asked quietly, fighting back her tears. "You killed a man. You freaking shot him dead."

"All this could have been prevented if not for your outburst." I said, observing her apprehensive lip-licking and frantic eyes scanning the room for an exit.

"Are you saying he's dead because of me?" She muttered.

"Technically, no. He was still going to die, maybe after torturing him a little. If nothing else, I would have saved you from the horrifying sight of his lifeless body." My fist clenched thinking back at the way he gazed at her, the lust in his eyes. "How dare he touch you, and how dare he talk about you like that?"

"Still, you didn't have to kill him; perhaps you should have chastised him for how he treated Zoey and me. The last thing I want is for anybody to die because of me."

I slammed my palms down on my desk, causing her to squeak.

"A second ago, you were going on about women's rights."

"I didn't think you'd kill him," she said.

"Well, move past it, amore." I snarled.  My heart hardened at the delectable sound as she let out a breathy gasp of apprehension.

She stayed put as I drew nearer to her. I swung for her and ran my fingers over her cheek. "Let Fabian's passing not upset you, little temptress." She swallowed, licking her lips.

My mouth began to drool at the prospect. I took a taste of my favourite wine, which had been barrel-aged and sweetened, to divert my attention. yet it did little to conceal my desire for her.

I decided then and there as I gaped hungrily at her figure. I was going to have a taste of her. I was going to consume her whole. Her body would come under my control first, followed by her thoughts, and finally her heart.

Till she was left with nothing but to surrender to me.