Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

Ten Minutes Before Mireille Woke Up

Dante was sleepless and he could not lay his hands on why exactly. Maybe it was the pains in the gunshot wound and the fact that he did not want Mireille to find out it was now bleeding, lest she got worried about him or maybe it was the fact that their time together was coming to an end soon that kept him awake or maybe it was because his mind was creating a thousand scenarios of what could happen when they part ways.

Any case that it was, Dante just knew he had to clear his head and a walk through the garden would work best. He gently pulled Mireille off his chest, earning a cute grumble from her.

He smiled, feeling his mood lightened up a bit. He kissed her forehead lightly and got out of bed.

Dante walked out of the room navigating his way easily in the now dark mansion, he found himself out of the main building in no time. He headed towards the garden, walking past some of his men who were on duty, guarding the mansion.

“Boss” they greeted, bowing their heads slightly as he walked past without a word.

Dante had almost gotten to the gardens when he passed by two of his guards who were talking about something so interesting that they barely noticed his presence. Dante, completely uninterested wanted nothing but to walk past them until he heard one of them mention Mireille.

“You will never know how much of a slut Miss Mireille is”

Dante stopped in his tracks, his face darkening and his blood boiling in an instant.

“She always looks so decent. Who knew she could be such a slut for boss?”

“I am telling you I saw them through the window while walking past. She was riding boss like a full blown whore. I bet she must be one. She is so sexy though, I wonder how much it would cost for a night with her though”

“It would cost way too much. Too much that even taking your worthless lives away won’t suffice ” Dante spoke up, his voice deep with venom and anger.

“Boss!” The both of them shrieked in fear and panic, falling to their knees instantly.

“A full blown whore?” He narrowed his eyes at the one who had said the words, then gritted his teeth in anger.

“I… I am sorry, boss. Please spare me!”

Dante huffed and grabbed the first thing he could lay his hands on which was a heavy vase with beautiful flowers in it. Dante threw it right at the man who had just pleaded for mercy and the man fell to the floor with a heavy thud, lifeless, his head bleeding.

“You dared to call my woman a slut, a full blown whore. And even more, your sick, filthy mind was already fantasising about her, wasn’t it?”

The man shuddered with fear.

“I… I wasn’t at all. He was the one talking about… Talking about her”

Dante walked closer to him, dangerously slow. He picked up the lifeless body of the man whose head was bleeding and picked the gun on him.

A few other men gathered around Dante. They had been alerted after the noise from the vase shattering.

Dante stepped away from the dead man and pointed the gun at the other man who was now furiously pleading for his life even when he knew pleading would not save his life.

Dante was just about to pull the trigger when he heard his name shouted by a thin, cracking voice.

“Dante!”

Dante froze and darted his face towards her, the deadly look on his face fading away in a second and being replaced by a look that was difficult to read.

“Princess” he called, his voice softer than he had sounded just a minute ago. Even in the darkness of the night, he could see her eyes and the tears brimming in her eyes.

“Pick them up and leave, y’all” Dante ordered his men and two men immediately picked up the man on his knees and two other men picked up the dead man.

They walked away quickly, leaving Mireille and Dante alone in the dark.

“Wh…” Mireille breathed in deeply.

“What did I just witness?” She asked, a tear sliding down her cheeks.

“Princess…” Dante took two steps closer to her.

“Don’t!” She literally screamed.

“Don’t you dare come closer to me, you murderer!” Mireille yelled at him and Dante’s eyes narrowed but then he blinked the hurt away.

“I watched you throw a vase at the poor innocent man, killing him instantly! I….” She struggled with words.

“Innocent? He called you a slut, a full blown whore. He is not in any way innocent” Dante argued, his voice raising slightly.

Mireille looked up at the sky, trying to keep her tears in check. Finding out that Dante just killed another man was definitely not the way she had been looking forward to ending the day.

“You killed him because he called me that?” Mireille picked her words one after the other.

“Yes, Princess! He had no right to call you such words and even fantasize about you…”

“Dante! You think what you are saying justifies you killing him??”

“Princess, I… I can’t stand other men calling you a slut!”

“Then…” Mireille recalled the day she had visited his club and a man had called her a slut.

“That night at the club, the man who called me a slut, did you also kill him?” Mireille asked and Dante’s silence afterwards affirmed that.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Tears rolled down Mireille’s cheeks.

“You are nothing more than a murderer, Dante! What about my stepdad? You killed him too, didn’t you?! You are planning on killing Charles too, aren’t you?! How can you be like this?! You think you can get away with it because you are wealthy?!” She yelled, the tears now running down her cheeks.

“Those men I killed for you deserved their death. No one messes with Dante Romano and as long as you are under my roof, no one messes with you too, Princess!”

“They deserved their deaths?! This is the type of monster you really are?! Dante!” She screamed his name and Dante shut his eyes tight for a few seconds before letting out a heavy breath.

“Princess” he called calmly and walked closer to her, standing right in front of her and holding her shoulders.

“I am sorry you had to see this”

Mireille raised her head up, her gaze meeting with his and she could not tell if there was remorse or not but did that even matter? He was a murderer and at this point, she was quite sure Dante had murdered several others.

“The man who attempted to rape me, the man at the club, my stepdad, this man who just died right now! How many more do you intend on killing?! Do you have to kill everyone who hurts me, Dante?! Do you freaking have to?!” She screamed at him.

“I don’t want anyone to hurt you!”

“And killing them is the solution? You should not be walking free, Dante. You should be locked up in a prison for the rest of your cruel, bitter life!” She shook his hands off her shoulders, took steps back and wiped her tears.

“I am doing this to protect you, Princess and….”

“You are just using me as a justification for your monstrous self! You are a murderer, Dante and I will have no affiliation with a murderer so stay away from him, Dante Romano or else I will be forced to reveal to the world what you truly are! Or maybe you are going to kill me too to hide this dirty secret of yours!.”

“You know I would never harm you. You know that.”

“How can I know what is going on in the mind of a murderer? Avoid me from today and don’t you dare try to touch me ever again!”