Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

Dante walked past Mireille’s room, his head throbbing and his heart aching. He stopped by her door which was slightly opened and he could hear her sobbing.

Dante’s heart ached even more, knowing that he was pretty much the reason she was crying tonight. He had never intended to make her see this side of him because he knew very much that Mireille would hate him for it.

He let out a heavy breath and pulled the door shut very gently. Then proceeded to his own room. Dante shut the door behind him and let out a loud groan.

“This is the fault of those little bastards!” He punched the wall in anger.

A part of him wished he had just remained in bed with Mireille and not chosen to take a walk. He would never have heard the little bastards saying those words, he would not have killed and Mireille would not have seen this side of him.

Dante punched the wall repeatedly and furiously.

“You murderer!” Her words resounded in his years, increasing his fury.

He did not care if the entire world saw him as a murderer and called him that but Mireille…. He wanted her to at least see him as a slightly good man but he had failed at that.

Her stepdad wasn’t dead yet but Dante had not bothered pointing that out to Mireille because he knew that if he did so, she would insist he let the old bastard go and Dante could never do that so it was better for her to just think that her stepdad was dead already.

‘I don’t know what goes on in the mind of a murderer’ Her words resounded and Dante crashed to his knees.

Shutting his eyes, he could see her again. Standing in front of him with tears rolling down her cheeks because of him. He had made her cry. With his eyes shut tightly, Dante could see the disappointment, the panic, the shock and even worse, the fear that had been in her eyes!

She had looked like she was scared of him killing her. It had seemed like she did not trust him to never harm her but he could not blame her really, could he?

“Oh cielo! What the hell have I done?! I should have killed that bastard a bit more discretely.”

*

The next day

Mireille woke up to her phone ringing.

“Not again” she grumbled as she pulled herself up. Her hair was a mess from pulling at it several times during the night and she did not have to look into the mirror to know how puffy her face was due to crying all night.

Her heart ached and recalling the event of the previous night, Mireille could feel the tears returning to her eyes. She glanced at the phone and saw that it was James calling but she was in no state to pick up a call from him. James would figure out that something had happened and the last thing Mireille wanted to do was to talk to James about Dante killing people without a care in the world.

Just the mention of Dante in her mind made her shiver. Just how could he not value human life at all?

Mireille knew she was not supposed to be staying with him anymore. She should be running away from him right now but she could not find the zeal to leave his home.

She knew also that she was not supposed to keep this a secret. It was crime and regardless of the fact that Dante claimed it was for her, it was still crime. But Mireille could not even see herself telling anyone what she saw.

Not the authorities, not the police, not even Belinda.

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Mireille palmed her face for over a minute, trying to get the image of the dead man out of her head but unsuccessful at it.

Suddenly, the door was opened and without even looking up, Mireille knew who it was. She lowered her palms that were now wet with her tears and looked away from Dante who had just walked in with a tray of food in his hands.

“Good morning Princess” he greeted, walking further into the room. His curly hair was messy and his eyes had a dim light to them. He was dressed in a blue loose shirt and black trousers.

Mireille bit down on her lower lip, regretting not locking the door from behind. She however remained quiet and said nothing in response to Dante.

“Made you breakfast myself. Would you like to have some?” Dante asked but Mireille kept up with the silence, saying nothing in response.

“It’s fine that you are mad at me” Dante dropped the tray of food gently on the bedside table.

“But don’t starve yourself. That is not fine” he said but Mireille still said nothing, looking away from him.

Dante struggled internally and chewed the insides of his mouth.

“Princess, I…”

“Don’t call me that, Dante” Mireille spoke up, cutting him off.

“Don’t call me Princess” she turned to face him.

“You know I can’t stop” Dante replied.

“You can and you will. It sucks to hear someone like you call me Princess all the time and this?” She glanced at the meal he had brought for her.

“Did you poison it in an attempt to shut me up forever? So I don’t expose your crimes to the world?” She asked and for a second, she saw his face contort with pain but the next second, the look was gone.

“Enough, Princess. You know I will never do that to you and if I was going to kill anyone, I would not go through the stress of poisoning” Dante replied and took in a deep breath, then let out the same.

“I will never harm you, Princess. The last thing I will do in my lifetime would be to harm you so please, eat. It’s fine if you are mad at me but please eat.” Dante said to her and turned away, walking out of the room.

Mireille’s tears streamed down her cheeks again and with a groan, she moved towards the tray of food, picked it up and smashed it on the floor.

“Go to hell!!”

*

Dante was in his study after the doctor had left. His gunshot wound had been properly cleaned and bandaged and although he had been asked to rest by the doctor, Dante could not find rest.

He was in the same mansion with Mireille but he could not hold her close. Dante wasn’t sure there could be a feeling worse than that.

He had decided to read some books in his study to distract himself and get his mind off everything but that was clearly not working.

Dante pushed the opened book away from his sight and lowered his head. He massaged his forehead, trying to figure out what he could do to soothe Mireille.

If he knew her at all, he knew it would take days for her to get over what she had seen the previous night but Dante was not sure if he could stand her ignoring him for days while staying under the same roof with him.

“Fuck! I am almost addicted to her already” Dante groaned.

*

Mireille stood by the main entrance of the main building, a faint smile on her face as Belinda walked towards her.

The guards were all around and no one was acting like anything had happened the previous night. They were all at their spots with the usual expressionless look on their faces and Mireille wondered if seeing Dante kill one of them was a normal occurrence to them that only few hours after the death, they were all calm and collected.

“Hey girl!” Belinda greeted, getting to Mireille.

“Hey” Mireille tried to sound as cheerful as possible.

“How are you coping now?” Belinda asked as she and Mireille turned to go into the main building.

“Coping?” Mireille asked.

“Yes. Taking care of Dante.” Belinda replied and Mireille pressed her lips into a thin line.

“Coping quite well now. He is doing just fine” Mireille replied and Belinda narrowed her eyes at her.

“Are you sure?” She asked.

“Of course, Bel. Please have your seat” Mireille ushered her and Belinda sat on one of the sofas.

Mireille sat on one of the sofas too and flashed Belinda a smile, a smile so awkward that Belinda immediately knew something was up.

“Something happened. What happened?” She questioned.

“Wh… what could have possibly happened?” Mireille gave a short laugh.

“A lot, I guess. You do not sound too good and those smiles are just so fake” Belinda pointed out.

“I am really fine. There’s nothing with me” Mireille lied. She could not tell Belinda about what she had seen the previous night. She could not tell anyone about it.

“So we are just going to sit here and watch TV?” Belinda asked.

“Yes” Mireille grinned.

“Where is Dante?” Belinda suddenly popped up the question.

“He should be in his room or his study” Mireille replied, not wanting to talk about him because everytime she mentioned his name, she could see the image of him throwing that heavy vase and killing that man.

“The both of you had a fight, right?” Belinda asked and Mireille gave up on the fake smiles.

“It’s obvious, Mireille. If everything was fine, you definitely would not stay here while he is unwell in his room or study” Belinda pointed out and Mireille lowered her head.

“Want to tell me what caused a fight between the both of you?” Belinda asked but Mireille shook her head in a negative response.

“I don’t want to. It’s… It’s not something I can share” she replied.

“Whatever it is, Mireille. He was shot, he needs your help and assistance. Even if you are having a fight with him, you should put it aside for now and take care of him” Belinda suggested and Mireille rolled her eyes back.

“Put it aside? I am sorry I can’t” Mireille shook her head.

“Mireille, don’t be like this.” Belinda got up and moved to where she was seated.

She was about to sit beside Mireille when Mireille shot up from her seat.

“I want to be like this. You have no idea what he did, Bel!”

“Would you tell me what he did, then? You were cool with him last night, right? What changed so soon?” Belinda asked.

“A lot! I see him for who he is now and I am not going to walk up and take care of him. He does not deserve it”

“Did he…. Hit you?” Belinda asked, picking her words one after the other. The look on her face made it obvious that if that was the case, she was going to get a lot madder than Mireille herself was.

“What he did was worse than that”

Belinda furrowed her brows, trying to figure out what else it could be that got Mireille this mad.

“He… He is worse than I ever thought” tears gathered in her eyes and Belinda quickly hurried over to Mireille and pulled her into a warm hug.

“It’s fine, Mireille. You don’t have to take care of him if he made you this mad. It’s okay for you to sit here and stay far from him” Belinda comforted her and Mireille hugged her back tightly.

“Thank you, Bel” she thanked her best friend.

From up the stairs, Dante stared at the best friends hugging in the middle of the living room. Dante could feel himself breaking apart slowly as he heard Mireille sobbing in Belinda’s arms.

He wanted to wipe away her tears badly but how could he do that when he was the cause of her tears in the first place. Gritting his teeth, he walked away from where he stood and returned to his room.

He picked up his phone and dialed Andrew’s contact.

“Good morning sir” Andrew greeted.

“Find every type of blue flowers that exists in the country. I want a bouquet of every blue flower you can lay your hands on”

“Oh, yes sir” Andrew was definitely surprised by the order.

“I want it ready as soon as possible”

“Yes sir”

Dante ended the call and dropped his phone to the bed.

“I am not even sure Mireille would be in any way impressed by this” he whispered to himself.

All the flowers in the world would probably not make her let go of the previous night but Dante could not think of anything else for now. His mind was jumbled up but he was more than willing to do everything that came to his jumbled mind, even if there was only 1% chance that it would make Mireille let go.

He was going to try out everything. The simple ones, the usual ones, the crazy ones because he knew for a fact that he was crazy over this one woman whom he intended on letting go of soon.