The Mafia’s Forbidden Desire

ANTONIO

I never wanted Rosalinda to find out about Carlo’s paternity that way. I was waiting for the right time and the right way to reveal it to her. But she was right. The only right time was the moment I found out. I didn’t even know why I stalled, and because of that, our relationship was in shambles-hopefully temporarily.

I didn’t know if she could ever forgive me, but I’d earn her trust again. No matter what it took. But for now, I had to focus on the impending war.

And Marco… I really didn’t know what to do with him. He was my best friend, and making a decision was really hard.? He had the audacity to fuck my sister under my roof without fearing the consequences. The motherfuckers’s balls were over the roof.

As I made a turn into the corridor leading to my office, I bumped into Marco. Speak of the devil.

His presence made my blood boil, and I was determined to ignore him as I walked past him, but he suddenly said something that made me stop in my tracks. Something I couldn’t ignore.

“What did you say?” I asked as I turned to look at him.

“I spoke with an old friend who had a friend among Sergio’s men to ask about their plans.” He repeated, reminding me of why it was damn difficult to get rid of him. He was a valuable asset.

I hated to ask him to continue, but I had no choice. “And?”

“He told me that they plan to attack tomorrow night.” He said.

A deep frown immediately masked my features. That was too soon. I had expected him to stall a bit.

“Contact Matt to deliver weapons this evening. We need more weapons.” I instructed. Time wasn’t on our side.

“I already did that.” He replied.

I pressed my lips tightly together, my nose flaring, as I turned on my heels and continued on my way.? He kept reminding me of how valuable he was, and that riled me up.

“Antonio. About Camilla…” He started, but I cut him off.

“If a word of apology comes out of your damn mouth, I would dip a gun down your throat and shoot it so that you may never be able to talk again. And that’s assuming you survive it.” I threatened, my index finger pointing at him, as I angrily turned to look at him.

He sighed. “I wasn’t going to apologise.”

“Then what?!” I snapped.

“Camilla is right, Antonio. We love each other. Please-”

The audacity!

“Do you have a death wish?” I interjected. My brows drew furiously together as I began to take intimidating steps towards him.

“I know you wouldn’t kill me.” He stated confidently without even budging. I loathed that the motherfucker was right.

“Fucker!” I groaned.

It took everything within me to control myself from punching him blue and black until he lost consciousness. I needed him to be sound and healthy for the impending war, as he was the one I trusted the most.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Antonio, please.” The more he spoke, the more the sound of his voice provoked me.

I drew in a sharp breath and exhaled to calm down the anger burning within me because, God help me, the anger doesn’t drive me to drill a bullet through his skull.

“How long have you two been together?” I asked.

I needed to know for how long they had been sneaking around.

“Almost a year now.” He replied.

“Almost a year, and I’m just finding out?!” I groaned with rage. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?!”

“Because we knew you’d react this way.” He retorted.

I glared at him for a second, or maybe longer, before suddenly turning on my heels and walking away.

“We’ll talk about this after the issue with Sergio.” I said loud enough for him to hear before opening the door to my office and trudging inside.

I resumed work in my office as I couldn’t do away with business because of a threat.

***

I had been trying Rosalinda’s number for hours now, and it hadn’t been going through. Camilla’s also. I was insanely worried about them, wondering why I couldn’t reach them. Different terrible thoughts began to course through my mind. What if Sergio or my other enemies had gotten to them? What if something bad had happened to them?

My mind was a mess, and I was unable to think straight. My chest was burdened, and unable to take it anymore, I grabbed my car keys and rushed out of the house.

I didn’t care how late it was. I needed to get to them to make sure they were okay. I wouldn’t be able to live if anything happened to the three people I loved the most in the entire universe.

When I got to the beach house, the doors were wide open, and my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. Panic surged through my entire being as I horridly rushed inside, screaming their names and desperately hoping they were okay. But my hopes were crushed into irredeemable pieces when I entered one of the rooms.

Camilla, Rosalinda, and Carlo were there, lying on the floor, lifeless, in a pool of their own blood.

A wave of coldness engulfed me. The room closed in, and the supply of air to my lungs became strained, with each breath being a struggle. My chest tightened, and I felt my heart crushing as I collapsed to my knees.

“No!” A loud growl erupted from my chest.

“No!” I growled again as uncontrollable tears began to stream down my face.

Suddenly, my eyes snapped open. I was soaked in sweat, and my chest? heaved in rapid succession as I looked at my surroundings. Realising it was a dream, I sighed in relief. I had slept off while working.

I quickly grabbed my phone and called Rosalinda, but her phone wasn’t reachable. Camilla’s also.

Panic surged through me as what happened in the dream played in my head over and over again. That dream must never come to pass. I’d lose my sanity if anything ever happened to my family.

Fuck. Damn it. Without hesitation, I grabbed my car keys and rushed out of the house, heading to the beach house to make sure my family was okay.