Page 40 of Falling for the Mafia Dom
I’ll remind her that she’s mine.
Repeatedly filling her with cum, marking her as mine.
Pumping myself into her as I force him to watch us, like I had to watch them.
Showing him who shereallybelongs to.
Pulling onto the tarmac for Sal’s private plane, thoughts of climbing into the back seat flood my mind. Overtaking Sal, then leaving his bloody and lifeless body on the runway like the garbage that he is.
That day will come.
And soon…
Exiting the car and walking to the rear, I open the door for him. The look on his face is smug and pretentious when his eyes meet mine. He steps past me, and I shut the door as I mumble, “You can’t give her what she wants.”
“Excuse me,” his tone is gruff, and his eyes are narrow when he turns back to me.
“You can’t give her what she wants,” the words are hard and abrasive as they leave my mouth as I stand tall, showing him that I am not intimidated by him.
Sal closes the distance between us. My back pressed to the side of the car; his face is mere inches from mine.
The smirk growing on his face only increases the smug, arrogance seeping from him. His hands inch toward my neck and his fingers grip my tie. Adjusting and tightening it, his voice is low when he replies, “You are merely a stupid fucking child in comparison to me. I don’t have to give her what she wants. I’m able to give her what she fucking needs.”
Anger pounds in my chest and the heat of it seeps up my neck as Sal stands silently before me.
“You might want to mind your mouth and remember who the fuck it is you work for,” Sal condescendingly pats my cheek before turning from me.
My jaw clenches so hard that my teeth grind together as my hands ball into fists. Every muscle in my body currently constricted so tightly I can feel my whole body shaking. Short, shallow breaths continue to flare my nostrils as they rattle from my chest.
Seething with anger, I watch Sal climb the steps onto his jet. The attendants remove the stairs and close the doors as I cross my arms and lean again the car. The loud engines turn on and the plane taxis to take off.
As it pulls from where I stand, my tightly balled fist pounds against my chest.
Thump. Thump.Eyes narrowed on the plane, I bruisingly strike myself again and again.Thump. Thump.Breathing and hits becoming increasingly harder and faster as the plane barrels toward takeoff.
Thump.
Thump.
ThumpThumpThump.
ThumpThump.
THUMPTHUMPTHUMP!
I’m going to fucking kill him.
Ellie loves me and I’ll prove to her why she is mine.
The physical pain in my chest emulating the figurative pain, I pull my phone from my pocket and text Ellie.
It’s okay beautiful
Everything is going to be okay
I wait impatiently for her response. When it doesn’t come, I continue typing.
I know you’re sorry
