THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

Mani’s Pov

I struggled to keep my eyes open when his hand went down my stomach. He continued to trail his hand down until it reached my waistline. He tugged on my pants, pulling them off, leaving me stacked naked underneath him.

He placed disgusting kisses down my stomach until he got to my clit. His lips attached to my clitter, and my stomach chugged. I put my hand to my mouth, trying to hold down the vomit that was trying to make its way out.

I moaned out in pain when he inserted a finger in me, and I put both hands in his hair to pull his head away from my head, and that was when my world fell apart.

“What the hell is going on here?” Jason gave me a smirk; this was what he wanted. He got off me, and I hurriedly put the duvet on to cover myself. I stood up from the bed to walk to him.

“Nikolai!” my voice quivers. The look in his eyes was something I had never seen before, and it was directed at me. I tried to touch him, but he moved out of my reach.

His eyes stared behind me; he walked past me to where Jason stood, and he looked murderous. The next thing I knew, Jason was on the floor with Sin slamming his fist on him. He kept on hitting him; his blows brutal and aggressive.

My face was pale white, and I cried out, terrified. Covering my mouth with my palm, I try to hide my sob. I didn’t know what to do; I just stood rooted in my spot as I watched him pound his fist on Jason’s face.

I watched Luca enter the room. He took in my appearance before racing past me to where Sin and Jason were. He tried pulling Sin away from Jason, which seemed to anger him more. He growled out in anger, pushing Luca away from him to continue his assault on Jason.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

“Sin, you need to get back to your senses.” Luca tried again to pull him off Jason, but he was strong and resilient. “Come on, man, you’re going to kill him.” Luca shouted.

Sin pulled away from an unconscious Jason; his eyes were bloodshot when he looked at me. He went ballistic and started punching the wall close to him. I screamed for Luca to stop him; I couldn’t stop looking at the blood pouring from his hand. I took slow steps towards him, hoping he would let me explain. My eyes were blurry with tears, and my lips quivered.

“Nikolai, it’s not what you think. Let me explain, he…” I was cut off by the sound of glass hitting the floor, a piece landing on my hand.

“Lies, all lies; you are just like Lorenzo,” he spits out.

I clapped my left palm over the other to contain the blood gushing out due to the deep cut of the glass. His eyes followed my hands, and I thought I saw a little bit of guilt when he saw the blood, but his face soon turned emotionless.

“Take him to the medical centre; I’m not done with him yet,” he said to Luca, who nodded. He picked up Jason, taking him out of the room. Leaving just Sin and I

His hand stroked my cheek; I whimpered softly, and my eyes shot close. His rough skin scraping against my soft ones, his breath closer to my ear, he coldly whispers. “I will make sure you receive the same fate as your lover.”

He pushed me harshly to the wall, my back hitting the wall hard, my legs bloody after stepping on the broken glass on the floor. He walked out of the room without looking at me, slamming the door hard. I heard a lock sound from outside and I dragged my injured legs to the door, turning the knob to find it locked.

I slid my back down against the door till I got to the ground, sobbing my heart out, loudly, unable to control my tears. My heart was breaking; the look in his eyes was something I never thought I would see.

Disgust.

disgust for me.

I placed a hand on my stomach, crying. crying till there were no tears left to cry. This was not how the night was supposed to turn out. This was supposed to be about me, Sin, and the baby.

Not this.

I didn’t know how long I sat there, but I woke up the next morning in the same position I was in last night. on the ground by the door. I looked at the clock to see that it was 7:30 in the morning. I used the door knob to push myself up, walking to the bathroom where the first aid kit was. I brought everything out, treating my legs and palms before stepping into the shower. I cleaned myself up, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were red and lifeless, and my cheeks were puffy.

I dragged myself out of the bathroom, limping. The room was cleaned, which meant a maid must have come in to tidy up the room. I limped to the door to see if it was open, but it was locked. I slowly made my way to the walk-in closet, dressed, and plopped myself on the bed. My body curled up like a foetus, staring into nothingness. I stayed there, feeling numb. Time passed, but I just didn’t feel anything.

I sat up from the bed, not minding the pain, when I heard the sound of keys and the door being opened, hoping it was Sin, but instead it was Samantha. She had a tray of food in her hands. She closed the door, walked towards me, and then placed the tray on the bed. I tried meeting her eyes, but she avoided any eye contact with me.

“Sam…” I was cut off by Samantha’s cold response. Her face was wiped clean of every emotion, and I couldn’t see the trace of my friend in her.

“I’m doing this because you are pregnant; you need to eat,” she said coldly. “Even though the baby might not be Sin’s,” Her words were like a slap to my face; tears fell down my face, and I struggled to control them but couldn’t.

“Sam.” I tried talking to her again, but she stood up from the bed and went to the door.

“Think of the baby,” was all she said before slamming the door shut and locking it from outside.

I looked down at the tray to see pancakes with strawberry toppings, but they didn’t look appealing to me. I laid back down, numb. I wasn’t feeling anything; I was just numb.

That was how it went for a whole week. I still haven’t seen Sin since he walked in on Jason and i. I was still here, locked in the room. Samantha still brings food from time to time, she sits and makes sure I have eaten every last bit of food on the plate.

That didn’t change the way things were with us; she still refused to talk to me or even look at me. Guilt. Guilt was all I could feel while I lay here, looking out the window of the room. A silvery streak of tears strikes my cheek.

Regrets.

I should have told him about Jason and I.