Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

Dante was covered in blood by the time he was done unleashing his rage on Mark’s dead body.

“Fuck.” he cursed, dropping the knife to the floor. He couldn’t go home covered in so much blood. He had to take a good bath and dress up in a new set of clothes.

Tasha was still on the floor, crying over the death of her brother and shaking in the horror of how many times his body had been stabbed.

With a groan, Dante stopped in front of her, dropping to a crouched position. His thumb rolled over his cheek that was stained with Mark’s blood and he smeared the blood on Tasha’s face.

“I should get rid of you too.”

“N-no, please.” Tasha begged.

“Alright, alright. I won’t be killing you. You’d have to be the one to clean all of this up, anyways. And if you are asked what happened here and how your brother died, what are you going to say?” Dante asked.

“He…. Armed robbers attacked. Our guards were not strong enough to defend us. The armed robbers killed them and killed my brother who was trying to ensure they didn’t go off with his money.”

Dante grinned and patted Tasha’s cheek.

“Very well. You’ve been in the business long enough, haven’t you? And are you going to let investigations go on?”

“No, not at all.” Tasha shook her head hard.

“I am going to tell them my brother would have loved to be buried and nothing more” Tasha replied.

“Good. Whatever spills over to my side with the police, I’d deal with it. But the moment I hear you tell anything to anyone.” Dante snapped his finger.

“You are going to die and every relative you have is going to die too.” Dante got back up and looked at Ditto.

“I’d be leaving. Get rid of the CCTV camera footages and… Just take care of things” Dante was sure he didn’t need to spell things out for Ditto anymore.

“Yes boss.”

*

Dante alighted from his car, dressed in a blue shirt and black trousers. He also had a small black bag in his hands His bloody clothes had of course been discarded.

The door was shut as he stepped away from the door and without a glance around, Dante proceeded into the main building. There was no doubt that Mireille would be mad at him.

He had told her he would get home late but 12am was just way too late. To be honest, Dante would have liked to have something to drink after the entire night stuff but he didn’t want Mireille figuring out that he drank and guessing that he was just away at some club the entire time.

Walking into the living room, there was no one there. Dante took another look at himself, to ensure he wasn’t stained with blood at all.

His arm which had been stabbed by Tasha still ached although it had been treated and bandaged by the doctor. Dante had not come up with the perfect lie to tell to Mireille about how he got his arm stabbed.

He could not tell her he met with robbers, right? That would sound a bit lame.

Ignoring all those thoughts, Dante walked up the stairs. Those thoughts were not what mattered the most. What mattered the most was seeing Mireille.

He pushed the door to his room open gently and stepped in, ready to apologize for coming back home so late but his gaze rested on the figure on the couch, cuddling a pillow and fast asleep.

Dante smiled a bit as he shut the door and locked it behind him. He dropped the bag on the sofa and moved over to Mireille. He kissed on her forehead gently and ran his thumb over her lips.

“How long did you wait for me before eventually falling asleep?” He asked rhetorically before lifting her up into his arms and taking her to the bed.

“Dante.” Mireille called in her sleep and Dante chuckled.

He dropped her in bed gently and put the sheets over her. He undressed himself, leaving just his briefs on and got into bed with her.

“Goodnight, Princess.”

*

Belinda was eating chips, a blanket over her body and her eyes glued to the TV. She was watching a horror movie and could not dare to take her eyes off it.

Her hand moved often, digging into the bag of chips and taking it into her mouth. Belinda was so engrossed in the movie she was watching that she had no idea that Ditto had walked in.

“Hey.” his voice suddenly came as he turned on the lights of the living room.

Seeing a man with blood stains while watching a bloody horror movie was terrifying and Belinda could not help the scream that left her lips.

Ditto just rolled his eyes over as he moved closer to her.

“Watching horror movies in the middle of the night” he said, glancing over at the TV.

“Ditto? Wh… What’s going on? Why are you covered in blood?” Belinda threw the sheets off her body and got up on her feet.

“You didn’t forget the kind of job I do, did you?” Ditto asked and Belinda gulped down hard.

“I… I do remember.”

“I will go and take a bath to clean up first. I am a mess right now.” Ditto said and headed towards the stairs that led to his room you the stairs.

Belinda just stared at his retreating figure, unable to move from where she was. Human blood was what she had just seen Ditto stained with.

Her breathing was now uneven and to steady herself, she plopped back into the couch. She had to go back to her home tomorrow and like Ditto had suggested himself, she had to cut off ties with him.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Oh god, Mireille.” Belinda palmed her face.

If Ditto was this bloody, how bloody was Dante Romano? And he was hiding it from Mireille too! Mireille deserved to know about who the man she was in love with was. She deserved to know how bloody his lifestyle was.

Belinda turned off the TV and pulled the sheets back over her body, pondering over what she should do. Should she tell Mireille about who Dante was or just let things go on the way they have been going.

A few minutes passed before she heard footsteps behind her. She turned her head and saw Ditto approaching. He was dressed in a black joggers and… Nothing.

His upper body was naked and exposed and Belinda gulped down. Those abs looked so hard and seemed like a work of art that any girl would want to trail their hands over.

Ditto sat on the couch and the both of them remained in silence for the next few minutes.

“How many?” Belinda eventually asked.

“How many what?” Ditto asked back.

“How many people did you kill tonight?” Belinda asked clearly this time.

“I don’t know. Maybe I was able to kill three or four.” he shrugged as if three or four lives was nothing.

“What? You are scared of me now?” Ditto asked but Belinda said nothing.

She was still shaken.

Ditto got up to his feet, gulping down hard.

“Boss got what he has always wanted. You can leave tomorrow morning as soon as you want. Jonas would also be released. You both should get back together if you still love each other.”