Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss
For How Long

The next day

“What the fuck are you telling me?!” Mark screamed and threw the mug of coffee on his table and Jonas but missed.

“You were unable to get Mireille Mathieu?! You told me you had it all mapped out and that you were definitely going to her her!”

“I apologize. I had no idea they would be that prepared for any situation. I already had it under….”

“Shut the fuck up! They are Dante’s men! If course they are prepared for any situation. Those men have been trained to live and die for their boss! You are useless!” Mark rubbed his forehead, trying to calm himself down but it clearly wasn’t working.

“You know yourself that just yesterday Dante got the biggest deal ever… Bigger than any deal I have ever made even in my days of glory! And still, you missed out on our only chance to bring him down! How hard is it to kidnap a young lady?! How hard?!” He yelled at Jonas.

“I am sorry, boss but when that young lady is being protected by Dante Romano. It can be really hard to kidnap her, perhaps killing her would be easier.” Jonas suggested and Mark stopped to stare at him for a few seconds before letting out a loud and sarcastic laugh.

“Oh really? We should get rid of his only weakness on his behalf? So he can be all strong without weaknesses again? So he can get all furious and come at us, then ruin us entirely?” Mark asked, the sarcastic smiles fading away.

“Ugh?! Do you even think?!” He screamed at Jonas and then took a deep breath.

“How many men did you take along with you yesterday?” He asked.

“A total of thirty men.” Jonas replied.

“How many returned?” Mark asked.

“Four.” Jonas stated and Mark went screaming again.

“26 men! You lost twenty six men in one night and you were still unable to bring her to me.”

Mark took in a shaky breath.

“If I decide to punish you right now, I am sure I will be killing you right now, Jonas.” Mark walked up to his table and picked the picture of Belinda from underneath a file.

“Her.” he tapped on the picture.

“I will kill her if you do not bring me Mireille Mathieu in a week. And you might want to deny you having any feelings for her just to protect her. I won’t fall for that old lie. You are in love with her or not, I will kill her if you do not bring Mireille Mathieu to me in a week.”

Jonas clenched his jaw, his gaze hardening.

“I will bring her to you.” he stated.

“Get out of my sight. You are infuriating me way too much at the moment.”

Jonas walked out of the office and let out a shaky breath. Last night had been a disaster for him and merely thinking about everything made the hair on the back of his neck stand.

He had not succeeded in bringing Mireille to Mark. He had lost twenty six men. He had blown his cover. He had made himself a greater enemy of Dante Romano but even worse than all of this was the fact that he had lost Belinda.

She had seen him killing, she had seen him threaten the life of her best friend. He needed no one to tell him that Belinda would be harbouring hatred for him in her heart but he was sure that she was safe.

She was Mireille’s best friend and so she would not be killed. Even Ditto would not dare to touch her because of that. The greatest threat to Belinda’s life at the moment was none other than his own boss, Mark.

Mark sighed and walked on, trying to think of a way to get Mireille. He did not care about anything else at the moment other than getting Mireille and ensuring the safety of Belinda.

But now, he had blown his cover and he could no longer get to Mireille through Belinda so he had to make another plan. Or maybe he had no plans to make and the only option he had said facing it head on and hoping he succeeded and not die at it.

*

“Good morning Principessa.” Dante walked in with a tray of food in his hands.

Mireille grumbled sleepily, rubbing her eyes as she woke up. Dante dropped the tray on the bedside table and sat at the edge of the bed.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, helping her sit up.

Mireille held her head in her hands for a few seconds, the memories of the previous night rushing into her head.

“Last night…” She whispered, ignoring the headache that was still disturbing her.

“What the hell in the world happened last night?” Mireille asked and Dante lowered his head slightly.

“You should eat first. I will have the doctor check you up so I can be sure you are fine, alright?”

“Tell me what happened last night.” Mireille demanded to know.

“You… James told me you guys will be back today. Why did you show up last night? And what was all of that that happened?” Mireille asked.

“I came back earlier because I had something to do. James should be here anytime from now. And last night… It was just you in danger, Princess.”

“I have never been in such danger before! What is happening? The last time, I was almost shot but you took the shot for me and yesterday, I could swear those men were after me!”

“They were bad guys, Princess. Plainly bad guys. They are one of the reasons you should always always have my men around you.”

“No… No, Dante.” Mireille shook her head.

“There is more to it. Ditto! Ditto clearly knew that other guy, Jonas. The both of them talked a bit before bullets started flying around! Ditto knows the so called bad guy and… And…” Mireille seemed to fall out of place, her body trembling.

“Mireille!” Dante called her name thickly and Mireille calmed down instantly.

“Jonas is the bad guy. He definitely approached Belinda so he could get to you. You saw the real him last night and I am glad you are safe.” he cupped her face and stared into her eyes deeply.

“Dante.” Mireille mumbled his name.

“I killed a….”

“Princess” Dante cut her off.

“I have told you you did not kill anyone. No one saw that happen. Even I didn’t see it happen, the only thing I saw and know is that you saved my life”

“Then… you broke your promise to me.” She whispered, trying to keep her tears in check.

“Ugh Princess.” he groaned in response.

“They could have killed us both. You were in the face of danger. You did not expect me to sit back and watch you get killed, right?” He asked.

“But… But still…” Mireille tried to replace words.

“Sometimes in life, you have to kill to avoid being killed. I will always do the killing on your behalf whenever that time comes for you, Principessa.”

“But you might be in trouble… All those shootings and killings, you and I might be charged to…”

“I want to shut you up so bad.” Dante whispered underneath his breath.

“I won’t be charged to court for anything and you most definitely have no reason to be charged to court.” he said to her, confidence dripping in his tone.

“Now and in the future, I won’t be able to stop myself from killing every single person who tries killing you.”

Mireille almost hated the fact that those words made her heart skip. And it was a fact in her heart that she was not mad at Dante at all for last night? What the hell was wrong with her thinking?

But it wasn’t Dante’s fault, was it? It wasn’t his fault that others tried killing and hurting her. And could she be so wrong for enjoying the fact that the man in front of her was willing to do about anything and everything to protect her?

But still, Mireille had not found out why she was suddenly being targeted by gunmen. Dante had successfully avoided that question but for how long could he hide the real reason she was in danger away from her?