Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

Since the only person his father had been using to force him into the mafia was now dead, Dante returned to his earlier stance of his not joining and that stubbornness was how he found himself tied to chair barely 24 hours after his mother’s death.

His mother had not even been buried yet but it was obvious that his father was long over her death. Luca had only appeared shaken for a few minutes and that was all.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

The bastard had not even shed a single tear.

“Do whatever you want, Mr. Romano. Just kill me in fact. I will gladly die in your hands like my mum died in your hands.”

“What do I do with you?” Luca groaned, shaking his head.

“I do have an idea, Luca.” Mark spoke up.

“And what is that?”

“You might not like the idea but I was just thinking if you could chop off his mother’s finger, boil it up and have him eat it. I am so fucking sure his heart will harden completely after that.”

“What the….?!” Dante was shocked by what Mark had said.

“You can’t be contemplating that!” He yelled at his father who seemed to be thinking about it.

“You made this happen, Dante.”

“Fuck! Let her body be! I will do whatever you want! Till whenever you want!” Dante cried.

“No, son. We will go by what Mark said and then we will talk about you doing what I want.” Luca replied.

In no time, Dante was seeing his mother’s finger in a plate in front of him.

“You are a bastard!” He shook violently on the chair, trying to break free but he was unable to do so.

“Feed him. Even if he does not chew, make him swallow.” his father ordered and two men held him down to keep him in place as another man ripped the flesh off the finger, separating the flesh from the bone.

Dante gritted his teeth closely, refusing to open up to be forcefully fed his mother’s flesh but he soon felt someone grab his hair painfully hard, yanking his head back.

“Stop!” He screamed in pains but that was all it took for his mother’s flesh to be pushed into his mouth.

His hair was let go of and one of the men holding him down ensured his mouth was shut, to make sure he would not spit out the flesh in his mouth.

After minutes of painful struggle, Dante mistakenly swallowed the flesh. His teary eyes stared at his father and Mark and he hated the both of them even more.

It was at that moment that Dante decided that he would be the end to the lives of these two men.

“Let go of him.” Luca said, seeing that Dante had finally swallowed it.

“All of what happened to your mother is a result of your stubbornness, Dante.”

Breathing heavily, Dante felt his pains slowly fading away and being replaced by coldness.

“Untie me.” he said the words in a voice different from what Luca was used to hearing from him.

“Untie him.” Luca ordered and Dante was untied.

He got up on his wobbly feet and felt his insides churn. He threw up and he could not be more glad in his life that he threw up.

Seeing the piece of flesh in his puke, Dante’s rage increased and he straightened up, a deadly look in his eyes. Without a word to anyone, he moved to the opposite wall where knives and a few other weapons laid.

He picked the roundhead and walked over to the man who had pushed the flesh into his mouth.

“Die!” He growled and smashed the spiky head of the roundhead into the man’s head.

The man fell to the floor instantly, bleeding heavily. With no hesitation, Dante smashed him countless times even after it was obvious that he was dead.

Dante dropped the bloody roundhead to the floor and looked at his father who seemed to be a bit surprised by his actions.

A crazy grin appeared on Dante’s face as he spread his bloody arms.

“You like this monster you just created?” He asked and the surprised look on his father’s turned into satisfaction.

“What jobs do you have on ground for me, boss?” Dante asked, calling his father boss like every other men under his father.

“You will have to efficiently juggle between school and work because I have lot of job for you, Dante Romano.” Luca grinned.

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Flashback Ends

Mireille brushed the tears off her face as Dante finished telling her about his past.

“I… I am sorry for not listening to you earlier. You went through a lot, Dante.” she apologized and cupped his face. She could see the pains in his eyes and she could not imagine just how hard it had been for Dante to go through all that he had gone through and for him to still remain strong through all of it.

“I am sorry you had to go through all of that, Dante and I… I am sorry that I called you names without ever listening to you. I feel like a fool and…”

“It’s okay, Princess. You had no idea about all of this and perhaps I should not have killed him like you said but I could not hold it in. I hated him, I still hate him even after his death and… And I felt so much at peace after his death. I felt good when I shot him.” Dante’s voice was strained.

“It’s okay, Dante. He… He… It’s just okay. It wasn’t your fault.”

“I am really sorry.” Mireille apologized again and pulled him close, hugging him tightly.

Dante raised her to sit on his laps and buried his face in her neck as he hugged her tightly, finding comfort in her embrace.

“I should never have left you without listening to what you had to say.”

“Just be with me. I don’t give a fuck about the past anymore, I only care about the present and the future and I can only imagine the present and future with you. Without you in it, it… It will be so fucking bleak.” Dante hugged her even tighter and then pulled away from the hug a few seconds later.

“I know I might sound desperate right now but that is because I really am. I am desperate to have you and our child in my life. Give me a chance, Mireille. I… I love you so much and I promise… ” He raised his hand to cup her face.

“I promise that I will protect you for real this time. I will protect you with my last breath and I will never ever make you feel unloved for even one second. I don’t know If you are even more scared of being with me after finding out all what my mum went through in the hands….”

Mireille cut him off with a quick kiss and pulled away, staring deeply into his eyes.

“I know you, Dante. You love me a lot and you will never hurt me like that.”

“Does this mean I have my place back in your life?” Dante asked and a smile appeared on Mireille’s teary face.

“Yes, Dante. I love you so much and no one else will take your place in my life.”