Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

The next day

“Jonas” Mark called, his time particularly hard as Jonas walked into the room.

“Yes boss?” Jonas replied, his brows arching and his forehead creasing as he wondered what was the cause of the annoyance in the tone of Mark.

“Seems like even you have no fear for me anymore” Mark got up onto his feet.

A dagger in his right hand and a file in his left hand.

He threw the file at Jonas feet and Jonas picked it up, almost knowing what was there already.

“We lost the deal again and what were you out doing?” Mark asked and grabbed a photo from the table and threw it at Jonas.

Jonas did not have to pick it up to see what it was. It was pictures of him and Belinda on dates.

“I gave you just one task and it’s been over a week and still yet, you haven’t carried it out! Because you were out on silly dates! You had only one task and that is to get Mireille Mathieu! Is that so fucking hard for you?! If we had Mireille Mathieu, we would have been able to get threaten Dante with her life and get this deal instead!”

“I apologize, boss. Mireille Mathieu is heavily guarded and she has not left Dante’s home in the past few days. There is no way for me to get to her as long as she is at Dante’s home but…”

“Are you telling me that it is impossible?!” Mark lost it and threw the dagger at Jonas.

Jonas was quick to dodge the dagger though and escape death.

“Not at all, boss.” He bowed slightly.

“You have been out, spending quality time with this silly woman” Mark picked up a photo that had captured only the face of Belinda.

He picked another dagger from his table and took the photo to the wall and then struck the photo to the wall with the dagger.

Jonas gulped down the panic that rose inside of him as he saw that.

“Do I have to get rid of this beauty for you to do something?” Mark asked.

“She is no one to me. She is just my way of getting to Mireille Mathieu”

Mark shot him a questioning look.

“She is Mireille’s best friend and if Mireille Mathieu is ever going to be out without Dante’s men all around her, only she can make that happen”

“Hmm, I see. So you are just using her as a bait to lure Mireille Mathieu out?” Mark asked.

“Yes, boss. There can be nothing more between the both of us”

“How much time do you need?” Mark asked.

“One week. One more week and I will be able to get Mireille Mathieu”

“You’d better be able to do that in a week or you might be losing your head” Mark threatened.

“Yes, boss”

*

Mireille glanced at Dante for the umpteenth time since the beginning of their ride to work. She could not stop herself from staring at him even though she had a frown on her face.

“Want me to get my clothes off so you can have a better view?” Dante asked, looking away from his iPad to her.

“Dante” Mireille called him and he raised a brow.

“Yes?”

“Do you ever plan on getting married? Or settling down with any woman in the future?”

Dante pursed his lips slightly and stared into her eyes, wanting to know the reason why she had asked the question.

“Why do you ask?” He asked when he could not get an answer from her eyes.

“I was just curious” Mireille looked away from his eyes.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I am just curious to know if Dante Romano, the fuck boy of the century ever plans on getting married” she replied.

Dante looked away from her and leaned back into his seat. Something in him told him that Mireille was asking the question because she wanted that position in his life, the position of the woman he got married to.

Dante gulped down, knowing he could not give her that position unless he wanted her to live her life being hunted by his enemies. Getting married to her or even starting a relationship with her would ruin Mireille’s life and he did not want that.

“You have not given me a response” Mireille pointed out.

“I do not intend on ever settling down” Dante replied, his gaze hard as he stared forward.

“There is no reason for me to settle down or ever get married” he added and Mireille felt her heart wrenching.

She scolded herself for falling for him when she knew very well what type of man he was but falling for him was not something she had decided upon herself. It had just happened without her knowing it.

“Uhm, so…” Her voice broke and Dante intentionally pretended he could not hear the difference in her tone.

“So, you do not want to ever have a baby?” Mireille asked.

“I want to have a baby but I won’t” Dante replied.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Babies are adorable and I love them but I cannot be a father to one” he replied and Mireille tilted her head in a bit of confusion.

“Are you incapable of getting a woman pregnant?” Mireille asked in a hushed tone and Dante faced her, taken aback at her words.

“That is not it” he spelt out to her and then looked away from her again.

“I do not have the qualities of a father and I most certainly do not want to bring a child to the world, just to be the worst father to the innocent child”

“What makes you think you are not going to be great father?” Mireille asked, peering into his face.

“A whole lot, Princess. I am never getting married and I am never bringing a child into this world” He replied, his voice hard and stern.

It felt like he was indirectly telling her not to fall for him.

“And what happens to…” Mireille bit down on her lower lips.

“To women who fall for you?” She asked and Dante shut his eyes for a second.

Mireille’s questions just made him more sure that she was developing feelings for him just like he had developed feelings for her.

And as much as Dante hated hearing the hurt in her voice and having to ignore it, he knew he had to shatter any hopes she had of being with him forever.

“Women who fall for me…” He turned to her and cupped her face, his eyes seemingly studying every of her facial feature.

“Get their hearts broken”