Ruthless Mafia Daddy (Alpha Mafia Daddies)

“Please. Let me out!”

I bang on the door again and again until my fists are red and throbbing. My cheeks are wet with tears, throat raw from yelling for hours on end.

How could Andre do this?

I don’t care that he insists he’s protecting me. He kidnapped me and is holding me hostage, refusing to give me answers.

I’m so exhausted from crying and yelling that I eventually fall asleep, curled up on the floor. I wake to find a tray of food has been left for me, but I can’t find it in me to eat.

It seems I become stuck in the cycle of yelling and crying myself into exhaustion, waking to a fresh plate of food, but that is all. Andre has not come to see me. No one has.

I am alone.

Days must passed, but I stay curled on the floor with my eyes screwed shut as I try to imagine myself back in my apartment. Before any of this happened. Before I even decided to go on that ridiculous blind date with Dirk the dick. When the only worries I had was which new latte to try from my favorite coffee shop.

My breath hitches as the key turns in the lock.

I scramble backwards and watch as the door opens.

“Andre?” I breathe, standing up, but I blink at the sight of a young girl.

“Here.” She holds out a sandwich and a bottle of water. “I thought you might be hungry.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m Rosa.” She steps inside the room, closing the door behind her. “I’m Andre’s sister.”

“Sister?”

“Yes.”

She has the same striking dark hair and eyes as Andre, and her skin is a soft golden brown. She’s beautiful, though she can’t be much more than sixteen.

I frown. “Did Andre send you?”

She shakes her head, looking sheepish. “He doesn’t know that I know about you. I overheard him talking to Marco.”

“Your other brother,” I mutter. “The kidnapper.”

“Technically, yes. But Marco is a good guy, really.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

I move back to the couch, running my hands over the pale lilac fabric. “You need to help me get out of here. You have to know that locking me up here is wrong, right?”

She shakes her head, looking awkward. “Andre’s worried you’re in danger. He’s just trying to keep you safe.”

“It’s not up to him to do that!” I snap.

Rosa flinches, and I silently curse myself.

“I… I’m sorry. This isn’t your fault. I’m just…scared.”

Rosa nods and moves to come and sit beside me.

“I always question my brother’s methods too. He took me out of school and essentially put me on house arrest because of a threat against my life. I fought him, but ultimately, he is only doing it to keep me safe.”

I frown at Rosa. “What about your mom and dad? What do they say?”

Rosa fiddles with a gold ring on her finger, not looking at me.

“They died in a car accident when I was five. So, Andre essentially raised me. Marco was older, he was sixteen, but he went off the rails for a while after the accident. Andre did the best he could, and eventually, got Marco back on the right path. I don’t know what would’ve happened if it weren’t for my brother.”

“I had no idea…” I rest a hand on my flat stomach, thinking about my own parents.

“He’s crazy protective.” Rosa shrugs. “It drives me nuts sometimes, but I know he loves me and would do anything for me.”

“I’m sure he would.”

“He must feel very strongly about you if he’s gone to all this trouble.” Rosa glances at me.

I nod, keeping my mouth shut. There are so many questions I want to ask her, but I think I would rather the answers come from Andre himself.

“Trust him, Lila. That’s all I can really offer. Anyway, I’ll leave you alone now.” She gets to her feet. “I could come back later if you like?”

“Sure.” I offer her a small smile.

I watch Rosa leave and flinch at the sound of the key turning in the lock.

I spend a while staring at the door, thinking of all she told me.

Andre raised his two siblings, alone, and it’s clear he would do anything for those he cares about. While his methods are questionable, can I deny the fact that all he wanted was to keep me and this baby safe?

But how can I trust Andre when I barely even know him?

The creak of the door wakes me up.

I’m tangled in the silk sheets on the bed.

After a few nights of sleeping on the floor, I gave in and crawled onto the bed after eating the food Rosa brought for me. I passed out almost immediately at the feeling of the silk caressing my bare legs.

“Lila?”

I sit up at the sound of Andre’s voice.

He looks tired, his shirt sleeves rolled up and his hair tousled as if he’s run his hands through it over and over.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

I lick my lips at sight of him, my heartbeat quickening as he stalks toward me.

“Have you calmed down yet?” His eyes search my face.

I scoff, folding my arms over my chest. “Would you be calm if someone locked you in a shoebox?”

Andre glances around the room.

It’s dark outside, but I left the curtains open and the one remaining lamp on to help me not feel so trapped.

A chuckle spills from Andre’s lips, and I shoot him a glare.

“What?”

“It’s hardly a shoebox, princess. And I’m not going to apologize for trying to keep you from being tortured to death.”

My breath catches at his words.

“Lila,” he sighs, moving toward the bed. “I don’t mean to frighten you, but you need to know I’m doing this to keep you and the baby safe.”

I nod, blinking back tears.

“Sweetheart.” He comes around to my side of the bed.

I reach for him, my walls crumbling as reality hits me.

I’m terrified, not of Andre, but of him not being there to protect me. I should be grateful that it was only Marco who took me from my bed and not one of Andre’s enemies who would use me to send a message.

“I will protect you, Lila.”

I nod, biting my lower lip as I try to ignore the thoughts of what could’ve been.

Andre takes a step toward me and wraps his arms around my waist. “I promise.”

I rest my forehead against his chest, closing my eyes and letting the bergamot and sandalwood scent of him calm my nerves.

“What can I do?” He runs his hands up and down my back.

“I’m so scared,” I whisper against his shirt, my hands sinking into the soft fabric.

“I know, baby. But you don’t need to be, I’ve got you.”

He cups my chin and tilts my face so he can kiss me softly.

I melt into him, parting my lips so his tongue can explore my mouth.

He groans, tightening his arms around me as the kiss deepens. He tastes of whiskey

Heat instantly pools between my thighs as I realize he’s here with me. He didn’t leave. He was trying to protect me.

“I need you,” I gasp against his mouth.

He smiles against my lips as he reaches for the hem of my T-shirt and lifts it over my head.

My nipples instantly harden, and he bends down to take each one into his mouth.

I moan, my eyes closing, hands running through his hair as he worships my breasts.

“Lie on the bed, Lila.” He squeezes my hips once more.

I lie among the silk sheets in nothing but a pair of lace panties I found in a drawer.

The lust in his eyes has me moaning, and I have to reach for my breasts, kneading them to try and ease the ache in my body.

“Is this your way of apologizing?”

He peels of his pants as he growls, “I will never apologize for keeping you safe Lila.”

I glance down and whimper at the sight of Andre kneeling before me.

My thighs part, exposing my glistening pussy, and his gaze turns molten as he takes me in.

“But I would be happy to remind you how much I care for you.” He leans in and runs his tongue up my center.

My head falls back against the bed, my hands finding Andre’s hair as he greedily licks at my clit.

His hands move to grip my waist, holding me in place as he moves to sink his tongue inside me, pumping it in and out so deliciously that I’m panting with need.

My thighs rest over his shoulders as he feasts on me, moving between sucking my clit and thrusting his tongue inside me until they shake with my budding release.

“More.” I arch my back off the bed.

Andre chuckles against me, his breath tickling my clit and making me shudder. But he does as I ask, removing one hand from my waist and sinking two fingers inside me.

My hips buck as he curls them, brushing my inner walls, and I cry out.

He wraps his lips around my clit, sucking so hard that my legs shake uncontrollably. He pumps his fingers harder, faster, his movements desperate and hurried, and my body instantly responds.

I bow off the bed, screaming out his name as my orgasm hits me.

Warmth spreads between my thighs, and I’m gasping for air, clutching onto Andre as he continues to lick my pussy as I ride out my pleasure.

“Oh god,” I whimper, collapsing onto the sheets.

“So fucking delicious,” Andre growls, getting to his feet, making quick work of his clothes and taking his throbbing cock in his hand. “Now, get on your hands and knees, Lila.”

I turn onto my stomach, pushing myself up into position, my pussy already clenching at the thought of his huge cock inside me.

“Beautiful.” Andre’s hands knead my ass.

I sigh at his touch, wiggling my hips back until his cock nudges my entrance.

“That’s it, baby. Set the pace.”

I do as he says, pushing back until his first inch is inside me. Moaning, I let myself adjust to his size before continuing.

“Oh, fuck, Lila,” Andre groans as I take another inch. “Doing great, princess.”

My eyes roll, already so full of him, but it’s not enough.

“Andre,” I groan.

“Do you want more, Lila?” His fingers dig into my hips.

“More.”

He thrusts his hips, slamming his cock inside me all the way.

I cry out as he stretches me, but he gives me little time to adjust before he pulls out and thrusts into me again.

“Mmm…” I move to rest on my elbows to push my ass up higher so his cock can hit that sensitive spot inside me.

“Look at you,” Andre groans, his hands kneading my ass. “Fuck, I’m in so deep.”

“So fucking good!” I cry out as I match Andre’s pace, bouncing back against his cock as he thrusts so deep inside me I see stars.

His grunts have me so wet and aching that I have to reach between my legs to work my clit.

Andre has to keep my hips lifted as my body threatens to collapse with pleasure.

“I can feel you’re close, Lila,” Andre groans as my pussy starts clenching around his cock. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

“Yes!” I rub my clit as I chase my release. “I want to feel you dripping down my thighs.”

“Such a dirty girl.” Andre chuckles.

My moans grow louder as my orgasm builds with each thrust, with each brush of my G spot.

“Lila.”

My name on his lips is enough to send me over the edge.

I cry out as Andre slams into me once more before he comes.

His body collapses onto mine as my pussy milks every last drop from him.

He wraps his arms around me, holding us up as we ride out our pleasure, gasping for air, our bodies covered in sweat.

“Promise me one thing, Lila.” He presses a kiss to my shoulder.

“Mmm…” I’m barely able to think straight.

“If I let you move around the house, you have to promise you won’t leave it without my permission.”

“I can leave this room?” I glance over my shoulder.

“If you promise me this.” He runs his nose along my shoulder.

“Ok,” I whisper.