She Belongs to the Mafia King (Normani Parker) novel Chapter 21

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

SIN'S POV

I leaned back on my sofa chair, my head tilted toward the ceiling, and my eyes were closed when the door opened. I knew who it was without opening my eyes. Only one person would dare come into my room without permission.

I opened my eyes and caught sight of Luca strolling in. He closed the door behind him, leaned against it, and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Seriously?" he asked as he stared at me, his face expressionless.

"Am I supposed to know what that means?" I fired back without answering his question. I knew what he was talking about, but I had no desire to discuss that matter. It was none of his business who I decided to keep or not.

I stood up and walked over to the small bar. "You know, there were better ways of taking out Fabian. Not in front of Mani and Zoey."

After I poured some whiskey into two glasses, Luca took one from my hand and sipped slowly.

We both stared at each other; the air was tense around us. When his glass was empty, he placed it on the bar and turned back toward me.

"What are you up to, Sin?" he asked, giving me a strange look.

I shrugged.  "Why do you think I'm up to something?"

Luca scoffed and shook his head. "Because you never do anything without a plan. First, you take her against her will, which is something you've never done. I thought for a second, maybe she was the one. " He paused for a second and then asked slowly, "But last night when I saw her, she was barely herself and seemed lost in thought. Most of all, she was wearing your shirt, which meant something had happened between you two."

I glared at him. If it were someone else questioning my decision, they would be on the ground writhing in pain. But Luca was my second in command.

We were born two weeks apart. His father was my father's second in command. When I took over, it was never in question that he would be my second. He was my brother, yet it still didn't help that I was angry at the fact that he had seen her in nothing but my shirt.

"You have no right to be concerned about Mani and me. Whatever happened last night has nothing to do with you." I said through gritted teeth. He gets on my nerves sometimes.

"If you truly like her, then I suggest you start treating her right, or she might end up hating you more."

"Didn't I just say to mind your fucking business?" I responded harshly.

Luca sighed and stepped away from the bar. "I'm just saying you shouldn't do anything you would regret later on."

"I make no promises." I say with a smirk, taking a sip of my drink.

Luca shakes his head, puffing out a breath before muttering something under his breath. I guess it was a cuss word, which made me smirk even more.

"When does your flight leave?" I asked, turning to gaze at him.

"Tomorrow morning." He replies, twirling the glass of drink in his hand. "I will try to get everything sorted out while you take care of the party before coming over."

I nod.  "And the crew."

" They are already in Paris." He answers.  "I better go get ready." I turned toward the large windows, dismissing him. I heard his feet shuffling and then the door pulsing open.

"You still haven't answered if she is the one," Luca calls out.

I looked down at the glass in my hand as I moved it around my fingers.

"She is," I answered, bringing the glass to my lips.

A smile made its way to my lips as I thought about last night. I was intrigued. My body was coursing with excitement.

I was ready and wanted to uncover her, layer by layer, until I knew everything. Every last detail And when I was done, her very thoughts and feelings would be consumed by me.

I let out a small laugh. Shaking my head, I thought about the seemingly innocent girl I saw on the dance floor two months ago. The moment I saw her, I knew I had to have her, even if it meant going against my will.

Why?

Simple.  She intrigued me.

A few minutes later, I was still standing in front of the large windows that overlooked the majestic back garden. My phone rang in my pocket, and I quickly took it out, answering the call without looking.

"What?"  I barked.

"Sin, we've got a problem at the warehouse," one of my men said. My hand tightened around the phone, and I groaned.

"A shipment has been delayed," he continued, his voice shaky with fear laced underneath it.

"Can't you do anything bloody right?" I yelled through the phone, "Find out what happened; I'm on my way." I said that and hung up without waiting for an answer.

I walked away from the window and out of the room, making my way to my car.

The nice, chilly breeze touched my hard body as I exited my car and made my way towards the old warehouse in the centre of the woods. I entered the home as the two guards who were stationed outside instantly nodded their heads in respect. As soon as I entered, the stench of rotting blood made me scrunch up my nose. Mateo approached me after spotting me.

"Si riuscito a ottenere qualcosa da quel bastardo. (Were you able to get anything out of the bastard?)" I asked. My eyes were glued to the poor, bloody body of a man who was lying down and waiting to die.

"La mia paura di no, capo. Questa fica sembra determinata a tenere la bocca chiusa, e imagino che tutto l'addestramento della polizia sia stato utile. (I'm afraid not, boss. This criminal seems determined to keep his mouth shut, I guess all that police training was useful)." Matteo said in a stern voice.

"I guess I have to handle him myself. Let's see how long he can keep that mouth shut." I said, my eyes never leaving the man lying in front of me. My heart was filled with satisfaction to see him groaning in pain.

This is what happened to everyone who got in my way. They are left begging for death.

"What about the shipment?"

"We were able to get some. The rest would be brought to us by tomorrow. Everything has been sorted out along with whatever evidence they collected," Matteo answered.

"Get me the list of goods in their hands, as well as the file for the new casino I acquired."

"Yes, boss."  Matteo bows as I dismiss him.

My eyes followed the fresh blood stain through the basement wall as soon as it was there. I knelt down to the man's level in front of me and examined each wound on his body. He was filthy and bloody. Even more horrible blood odour was released. His shirt had rips in it and was stained with blood.

I lowered my hand and applied pressure to the fingers where his nails had been broken, leaving a coating of dark wounds in their place.

As I continued to press into them, he shouted in pain. My ears were soothed by his sobbing and pleading, and I started to chuckle.

As soon as his teary eyes met mine, I noticed that they were filled with terror. He attempted to speak but was unsuccessful.

I stood up, went in the direction of the chair, and set it in front of his bleeding body. He was fearfully awaiting my next move as his eyes followed every step I took.

I couldn't help but laugh at his pitiful condition. I was aware that if I touched him, he would pass away. He would definitely perish at my hands, but not before giving me the information I desired.

"I admire your strength," I said with sincerity. "Any man in your place would have broken a long time ago, but not you." I examined his swollen ankles and burn marks all over his arms. "Too bad you thought you could mess with me."

"Y-you... are Sin...?" He managed to ask. His tone conveyed dread and horror to me.

"And... you are... unfortunate?" I imitated, making mockery of him before letting out a deep chuckle. "Crossing part with me. Now let's get to the point. Who told you where the shipment is?" I asked in a stern voice.

"I don't know anything! A call was made to the precinct telling us where the shipment was going to be. The captain in charge had been the one to take the call. I don't know anything else. I s-swear."  He begged for his life, and I let him do it. enjoying the thrill of it.

"Why do I find that hard to believe?" I spoke, gritting my teeth, leaning down as my elbows rested on my knees, my eyes blazing with fire from wanting to know the answers. "You have been quiet for days, and the first thing you say is that you have no clue who gave you the information. You could do better than that, don't you think so, Benjamin?" His eyes widened, surprised to see that someone knew his name, despite how well he tried to keep anything about his life and that of his family out of the public eye.

"How... did you?"

"How did I find out?" I asked, amused. "Nothing gets past me, Benjamin. It's one thing to steal from me and another to lie." My claws dug into his skin as I tightly gripped his already bruised jaw. "As you can see, I'm not playing here, so let's get straight to the point, shall we? Who sent you? Was it Romanov?" My grasp around his jaw grew more firm as I emphasized every word in an effort to get an answer.

He groans out, "You will have to try better than that because I don't plan on telling you any damn thing." He laughs: "I heard you got yourself a new whore. Make sure to keep her on tight leash because you never know when that bitch..."

I raised myself to my feet and pulled out my gun. I didn't wait for him to finish speaking before shooting him three times in the forehead without thinking twice.

Taking out a hankie, I cleaned my hands, tossing it to the floor as I exited the warehouse without a second look at the dead body.

"Sbarazzati di quel fottuto bastardo (remove that fucking bastard)" I seethed out as the guards nodded their heads, quickly running into the warehouse to obey what I commanded.

I got into my car as Mateo started the engine.

"What did he say?" He asked.

How dare he think he could threaten Mani? How dare he refer to her in such a manner?

My fist clenched with anger as I wondered how he was able to get details about her in the first place.

"Sin."  Mateo called out, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"I wasn't able to get anything concrete out of him." I replied.  "Search for the men with him and find out if they know anything."

"Yes, boss," he answers, driving out of the warehouse driveway.

I tried to calm myself by closing my eyes. My thoughts immediately relaxed as they turned to my little temptress.

Her petite frame, long blonde hair that was now touching her perfect round ass, and a delicate, innocent appearance

It had taken all of my might for me to restrain myself from having her right there in my office. I refused to make her first time with me be in such a manner since I was certain that she had only ever been with me.

I was aware that I was in danger of letting go of my composure and that I would very certainly have hurt her if I had had my way.

I recalled how she had responded when I had sent her to her room. My lips curled up to the side as I noticed the annoyance and fury in her gaze, which she was trying to hide. She was ignorant of the fact that I shared her frustration.

She was unaware of how much control she had over me.

one that could drive me insane.