Deadly Obsession: A Dark Mafia Romance

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maya

Before I knew it...

Me and Donte were alone.

I bit my lip at him as he stared at me. It was hard to read him.

I'd spent the day coding the Python programs that he'd left by my desk, and needless to say, I was exhausted, not to mention fucking bored. I thought that for now, it would be best to just ease into life in Manhattan, rather than to start gathering evidence straight away, because I needed to make myself comfortable in the environment.

I'd bumped into Pedro on my way out from my office, because my shift was up, and he seemed friendly. He was quite funny too, and we got talking pretty fast.

I had no idea that he was Donte's fucking brother, though!

When Donte stormed up to us after seeing us both talking, I couldn't help but to get this vibe from him that he was almost jealous. I was just being friendly to Pedro, and Donte looked like he was about to murder. He was quite a possessive man, and it was quite sexy, if I was being honest. It looked like I'd found his weakness.

Me.

"Ahm..." I said awkwardly, trying to clear the tension in the air. "Are you okay? Mr -" I swallowed, not knowing why I always became a bundle of nerves whenever I said his name. Everything about him screamed power, dominance, fearlessness... "Mr Abruzzi?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Donte said exhaustedly. "I'm sorry if I come across as the big bad wolf."

I couldn't help but to let out a giggle when he said this.

"I promise I'm not usually this scary," he smiled, shrugging. "I've just had a lot on my plate."

"Well, I'd expect that," I reassured him, with my hands on my hips. "I mean, you own this massive place."

"Yeah, that-" Donte began, "And five other businesses."

"You're joking," I said, in disbelief.

"I wish I was," Donte chuckled. "It really is a headache."

"It must be nice to be so rich and successful," I commented sheepishly.

"That," Donte shrugged, "and a pain in the ass."

I let out another giggle. I couldn't help but to find myself enjoying Donte's company. He was funny, I'd give him that. I loved funny guys.

"I love how you say it how it is," I smirked.

Donte laughed, and before I knew it, there was a long silence between us both. Both of us were just staring at each other, not knowing what to say. I scratched my arm awkwardly, as I began feeling insecure underneath his gaze. I'd seen a beautiful woman make her way to his office earlier as soon as I'd left, and I couldn't help but to feel like I didn't meet Donte's expectations of a woman. If he was used to women that looked like her, like super-models off the front of a Heat magazine, then he must have thought that I was pretty fucking ugly in comparison.

I'd always been insecure about my appearance, and how I looked. Whenever I looked at people like Kim Kardashian, or viral Instagram models like Demi Rose, I couldn't help but to be in awe of how beautiful they were, and feel like shit about myself in comparison. Their skin was flawless, they didn't have stretch marks or cellulite like I did, they were pretty much fucking perfect... And then there was just me. I knew that I shouldn't feel like this, and that everybody was pretty in their own way, but I couldn't help myself.

"Sapphire, look..." Donte began, scratching his arm just like I was. He almost looked just as nervous as I did. "I didn't have the courage to say it earlier...

"But if I don't ask you, it's just gonna bug me. I'm such a pussy."

He let out a sigh from his lips.

"What's wrong?" I asked uneasily. I did my best to make him feel more comfortable, by letting out a giggle. "I don't bite."

"I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me some time," Donte said finally. "I think you're beautiful, Sapphire...

"And you seem like a really nice girl too. I had to say how I was feeling before somebody else got there before me..."

He rubbed his neck sheepishly, and I couldn't help but to feel all undone. He thought I was beautiful, even after I'd just seen that super-model in his office, and I felt shit about myself. A man as sexy as Donte Abruzzi seriously wanted a woman like...me?

I could feel my heart hammering against my chest. I wasn't used to this feeling. This feeling of being wanted and pursued by another man, because I'd spent years in work with Brett, and I'd never had the chance to meet anybody else. Not to mention that before I began work, I had been on the run, and had never stayed in one place for more than a few days, because of a monster that I had been running away from...

I always felt so unattractive and insecure about myself, but right now, it was like a different story. Donte seemed like he was being genuine about what he thought of me. Being undercover in Manhattan was probably my first time stepping into the real world and living a normal life, and I couldn't lie...

I fucking loved this feeling.

"I mean, look at you..." Donte went on, snapping me out of my thoughts. He drew in a deep breath. "You're stunning. Any man would be a fool not to jump at the chance to be with you."

It took me a minute to process what he was saying...

It was our first day of knowing each other, and he was already asking me on a date...

I mean, he was fucking gorgeous, and I was sure that I would enjoy it...

But he had five other businesses, along with Indigo Limited alone.

And he was speaking shadily to Pedro when Pedro was hitting on me...

I had a feeling that he was part of the Mafia.

If that was the case, then I'd come to find evidence against him...

Not to go on fucking dates with him!

Suddenly, everything that Boss had debriefed me about and had explained to me was making a whole lot more sense. He said that he had suspicions that Donte Abruzzi was the Capo of the Russian Mafia, and that Indigo Limited was also a place where they conducted some shady operations.

And now that I'd had some time to get used to Indigo Limited, and I'd got the chance to speak to Donte, I couldn't help but to feel that Boss's theory was right. Donte was filthy rich, and he'd been hinting at illegal operations when he was alone with his brothers. Not to mention that he was so forward with wanting to get to know me, and Boss had warned me that men like Donte thought with their fucking cocks.

My own safety came first...

As lovely as he was being to me.

It wasn't like he needed me anyway...

I was just a plain fucking Jane,

And he probably had girls throwing themselves at him all the time. Maybe he was just being forward because he thought I was an easy fuck, and I'd fall straight to his knees. He had the wrong fucking woman if he thought that were true. Maybe he was just treating me like another one of his whores.