Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss
Just A Bit More

Later that night

Dante walked into the dark room. It was an underground apartment in the mansion.

Although he hated having to do his dirty works at his home, they were times when he had no choice but to do it at home and those were the times when the dark room came in handy.

Unlike it’s name, the dark room wasn’t dark. It was well lit and painted white. There wasn’t even a bit of any other color in the room. It was nothing but a long, white and empty room.

Dump someone in there for a couple of days and that someone would be hallucinating in no time.

“Here you go, boss.” Ditto dropped the chair he had been carrying along.

Dante sat on the chair, loving the sight in front of him.

In front of him on the wall, Ditto had been tied. His hands tied in the opposite direction while his legs were bound together.

“You chose the wrong person to be with, yunno.” Dante started.

“I did not!” Jonas spat hatefully.

“My boss won’t let this slide! Kidnapping his right hand man after killing twenty six of his men in one night!”

“Do you really think I kidnapped you?” Dante let out a low deep chuckle.

“You were dropped off in front of my estate, Jonas. Someone thought of you as useless and wanted to discard you.”

“No, that is not possible.” Jonas shook his head.

“Oh, yes it is. Mark is a businessman, of course. He’d rather lose his right hand man than lose everything he has. He knows I have the power to make him lose it all so he will do whatever I ask of him.”

“Lies! Mark would have never asked for me to be brought to you! Bastard!” Jonas yelled.

“Should I shut him up, boss?” Ditto asked but Dante shook his head.

“I’ll be needing him to talk so no, don’t shut him up.”

“Alright, boss.” Ditto stood back, waiting for his chance to torture Jonas.

Dante got up from his seat and turned to Ditto.

“Get me something to drink.”

Ditto walked out of the place, leaving just Dante and Jonas in the dark room.

Dante moved closer to Jonas and pulled out a picture from his pocket.

It was his (Dante) family picture.

“This necklace.” he pointed at the necklace on the neck of his mother, a deadly look masking his face.

“Have you ever seen it with Mark?” Dante asked.

All he needed was to replace that necklace. As soon as he laid his hands on it, he could get rid of Mark with his mind at peace.

“And why do you think I will tell you?” Jonas asked.

“Because your life is now in my hands? You die or you live, it is all in my hands now. If you tell me where this necklace is, I might just spare your life.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

“And you want me to believe that?” Jonas asked and Dante gritted his teeth.

His left hand reached for Jonas’s hair and he pulled it back tightly making him wince in pain.

“Have you seen this necklace before?!” Dante gritted his teeth.

“I won’t tell you.” Jonas replied and Dante punched him in the face.

Jonas groaned loudly in pains as his face began aching badly and his lips bled.

“You have seen it before. Tell me where it is.” Dante wrapped his hand around his neck, almost strangling him.

“Where is the fucking necklace?”

“I know….” Jonas struggled to speak, his face turning red in pains.

“I know you are skilled at torture and… And you can make me go through the worst kind of pains but I will never tell you.”

“You motherfucker!” Dante cursed and Ditto walked into the room at the same time.

“Here you go, boss.”

Tucking the picture back into his pocket, Dante took the glass of alcohol and gulped down the contents.

Jonas coughed hard, trying to get enough air back into his lungs.

“I know you won’t kill me.” he laughed hoarsely.

“I am your way to replaceing that necklace now so you won’t kill me that easily.” Jonas said with a grin and Dante didn’t bother to deny that.

Ditto looked at Dante and tapped his shoulder. Dante raised a brow at him before walking a few steps away from Jonas, along with Ditto.

“Jonas loves Belinda. He will definitely speak up if we threaten him with her life.” Ditto whispered to Dante.

Dante tilted the now empty glass of alcohol. Threatening Ditto with Belinda’s life was a pretty good idea but that would also reveal who he really was to Belinda and he did not want to risk Mireille replaceing out fron Belinda.

“This is our only chance, boss and if you are worried that Belinda might run her mouth, I could silence her.”

Dante’s gaze hardened instantly.

“I have told you Ditto, you are not allowed to get rid of her.”

“That is not what I meant, boss. Belinda seems like the type who would keep quiet about issues like this. She already has an idea of what’s going on but she acts like she knows absolutely nothing. I don’t think she will ever spill.”

Dante pondered did a couple more seconds. He needed that necklace. It was the only thing he could do to get rid of the guilt in his heart. He could not save his mother from dying in the hands of his father. He, at least should be able to make her dying wish come true.

“Fine.” he gave in and Ditto stepped away from him.

“This conversation will continue later, Jonas. And when it does, I am sure that you will be very much willing to talk.”

“Torture me all you want but I won’t give up that information!”

“Why torture you when I can torture someone else whose pains torture you instead?” Dante asked and saw the defiant look on Jonas face fade away.

With the look on Jonas’s face at the moment, Dante was more than sure that Jonas would speak up once Belinda was here.

“Don’t do that, Dante Romano!” He gritted his teeth.

“Let’s see again tomorrow night. I have a woman to cuddle to sleep.” Dante added with a smirk and walked away from the room.

He was now close to getting his mother’s last wish fulfilled.

“Just a bit more, mum. A bit more and your wish will be fulfilled.”