The Mafia’s Obsession

Ayla

The next morning sucks. I wake up in my bedroom at home. It’s familiar, but also nightmarish.

This is crap. I want to be done here. I don’t want to sleep one more night under my parents’ roof.

Fucking Alessio. FuckingAlessio. I hate him for bringing me back here. Even just thinking about him makes me seethe with rage.

If he has his way, I’ll become his wife.

Fuck that.

And yet the thing my brain keeps flashing back to, every time I close my eyes, is being tied up on the bed. The fear I felt as he teased my pussy with the stun gun. The anticipation as he hovered the vibrator above my clit.

The surrender as I gave in and begged him for it.

I was so helpless. He was totally in charge.

And I Liked It.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Trying to dispel these unhelpful thoughts, I roll over in bed and grab my phone. I can at least text Belle-Ann back. She’s probably been worried about me.

Then I see that I have an email. From Bover City University. I open it excitedly. The fact that I’m starting classes soon is the only thing in my life that doesn’t make me feel a sense of doom.

When my eyes scan over the words”unfortunately, in keeping with our admissions policies, your acceptance to Bover City University has been rescinded,”I fucking scream.

Downstairs, I round on my father, tears filling my eyes. “This was you, wasn’t it?”

“What was me?” He raises his eyebrows, but I can tell from his face that he knows exactly what I’m talking about.

“Bover City University!” I yell. “They rescinded my acceptance!”NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

He shrugs. “Oh. Well, that was a privilege. Your mother and I decided that as long as you’re refusing to do your part for the family, we’re going to be taking away some privileges. The same as when you skipped your chores as a kid.”

I feel so fucking powerless and angry. I always knew my dad had the kind of connections to make something like this happen, but in my wildest dreams, I didn’t think he would do it.

I’m his daughter. His only child. And he doesn’t care at all what I want.

“I’m not a fucking kid! I worked hard and I got into BCU all on my own. How dare you take that away from me!”

I see that same guilt in his eyes from before, but just as quickly replaced by firmness. “Ayla, you may be an adult, but you’re still part of this family, and I’m still your father. The sooner you grow up and realize that, the sooner I can stop treating you like this.”

Tears are spilling down my face, but I can’t help it. “So basically, your definition of ‘growing up’ means I have to shut up and do everything you say?”

My father’s face hardens. “Yeah. Pretty much. You’ve known for a long time what kind of family you were born into. This is just how things go. Take a day to rest. Tomorrow, we’re meeting again with Nazio and Alessio Razone. And this time, we will plan a wedding.”