The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

JAXON

Rage simmered through my veins, threatening to consume me from the inside out. My mood which had been completely sour before I got home seemed to have spiked up, rendering me overly irritated. The air that hung in the room was toxic, unnerving even. The event that just occurred was enough to leave everyone on the tip of their toes. Heck, I could smell their fear.

“Get the hell out of my sight and stop staring at me like a fucking moron!” I growled at them and they scampered off in different directions, leaving Duncan and me alone. I raked my fingers through my hair, groaning in frustration. I didn’t say anything to Duncan before marching upstairs.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

I didn’t even know what I was going to say to her. I have seen her angry but today, she was like a ticking time bomb that had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to explode. I could see it in her eyes, the rage, the fierceness. She was like a different person a few minutes ago. She looked every bit of the Queen that she was always meant to be.

My Queen.

My lips twitched in an involuntary smile. She held me at gunpoint before, but I couldn’t have been more surprised when she pulled a gun on Allegra. She was a natural and I knew I didn’t have to be told that she kept track of my movements the day I threatened her with a gun and easily grasped how to use it. My peach was so full of surprises and I would be damned if I wasn’t interested in unraveling the mystery that was her.

I made a mental note that she still had a gun with her before twisting the door handle and stepping into our room. I spotted her by the dresser where she was busy with her night routine like she didn’t just threaten Allegra with a gun. I exhaled, knowing that I had to be careful of what I said to her.

“Peach,” I called her, but got no response. I walked deeper into the room and took out my cuffs, unbuttoning my shirt and throwing it somewhere on the bed, prancing over to where she was by the dresser, and then, I crouched to her level, trying to touch her but she reeled back.

“Don’t touch me,” Her tone was dead.

“Peach, please…” I trailed off in exhaustion.

“Just let me explain and you can do whatever pleases you afterwards,” I spoke up, brushing my fingers through my hair, my eyes fixated on my still frame.

“How long have you been fucking her?” She asked me and those words gave me a whiplash, causing me to rise to my feet while I stared at her with bewilderment plastered all over my face.

“What the fuck, Evaline?!” I snapped.

“Yes, Arden. How long have you been sleeping with her?!” She got up from her chair, causing it to screech loudly. Her cold brown eyes met mine which told me that she didn’t care in any way her words affected me.

“Why would you say such a thing?! Christ, I am not sleeping with Allegra!” I debunked, throwing my hands up in the air and she scoffed. The mention of her name was enough to let repulsion sprout all over my skin.

“Well, tell me why the hell she was in the house and she was trying to touch you! You stood there and allowed her to put her infected hands on you! How dare you, Arden?!” She yelled at me. Her eyes were quick to get watery and she snorted, muttering a ‘fuck’ under her breath. The tears in her eyes did not help the way my heart clenched tightly as though I couldn’t breathe anymore.

“Allegra is my ex-fiancee,” I answered quietly and her eyes met mine, anger flashing through those honey-brown orbs, giving them a darker shade.

“You have an ex-fiancee?!” She screeched.

“Yes, and we broke off the engagement two years ago!” I said quickly.

“Peach, Allegra is my past and I am over her. I have been over her since the second she decided to leave. I didn’t know about her coming here. I am just as surprised as you are. She broke it off with me saying she couldn’t be with me anymore because she thought I had unresolved personal trauma that wasn’t her burden to bear. I honor our vows, Evaline. I would never do that to you.” I spoke softly, pulling her to my chest and she huffed like a little child.

“How do I even know that you are telling the truth?” She asked sharply, meeting my gaze.

“You know I am telling the truth, Peach. There’s nothing out there for me. I have found the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.” I whispered, wrapping my hands around her waist.

“The next time I see her in this house, I am shaving her bald!” She yelled. My lips curved in a smile at how overprotective she sounded. It further proved to me that this whole thing between us wasn’t one-sided. She met my gaze and arched her brow at me when she saw that I was smiling.

“What?” She grumbled, folding her arms around her chest. The cute frown on her face caused me to chuckle.

“There’s only you, Peach and that’s the truth. You have me. You have all of me and I am not going anywhere.” I proclaimed, tilting her gaze to meet mine. She turned crimson and I smirked, loving the effect I had on her. She seemed hesitant but she finally nodded, eliciting a sigh from me.

“Alright,”

She looked at me and her lips slowly stretched in a smile, draining me of every breath I had left in me. She was so beautiful. So beautiful that it hurts to even look at her for so long. Then, she stood on her tiptoes and claimed my lips in a kiss that had me picking her up and she wrapped her legs around me with my palms resting on her ass.

Fuck, this woman had no idea what she did to me. She had me wrapped around her fingers and I was so into her.

And that scared me a lot. A lot more than I cared to admit. The small-framed brunette was slowly becoming my addiction.

An addiction I could never get enough of.