Rivalry above love-- a dark sketch of mafia life by Bluesky Idea (books to read in your 30s txt) 📖

slightly under his gaze and the wooden chair squeaked.

 

"what do you suggest I do if I catch you getting smart around here?" His small but deep voice and the movement of his lips made her fantasize things she never knew she was capable of.

 

He wants me to say. Oh he's smart.

 

Continuing the thing she was very bad at, that is playing dumb, she dared in a small voice not looking at him.

 

"what do you mean getting smart, I don't get you."

 

A frown formed on his forehead as he blinked several times. Calliah knew this wasn't good news.

 

"You can kill me." Looking him in the eyes, she spoke in her real voice full of determination. She would be stupid to try out anything here, the feeble state her body was in. She knew she had tested his patience enough already.

 

One more strike and she would be dead.

 

"You can't back away from your words." He continued the staring game. " Cause I will kill you."

 

"I know." 

 

"How can you help me?" He leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees and his chin on the back of his hand, his face full of curiousity.

 

This was it. Her heart started racing faster as panic started building inside her gut.

 

"I can get inside the Theodore's." she felt tears brimming in her eyes but she wouldn't blink. she had to convince him she was every bit resolute to do this as he was. "The hotel. He goes there every Saturday night--" she continued in a low voice. "I can go there."

 

"So can my people with fake identities."

 

"Is that why you have been able to catch him so efficiently?"

 

She didn't regret her words. Not anymore. She was once again the Calliah Theodore who didn't scare easy. Her job was able to bring that out in her and that was what she was doing right now-- her job.

 

The grave expression on his face suggested he was not going to speak anytime soon. So, she proceeded.

 

"I can lure him."

 

"So can my people."

 

"He's smart--" She had gotten louder but she contained herself. Looking at a distance, she continued in a low voice. "--and besides, he is always with his guards. I am a familier face and I know he won't be able to say no when it comes to fucking me."

 

His hand slipped off his knee and Calliah's attention was back to him. He had a stunned expression on his face.

 

what? I was just telling the fact.

 

He cleared his throat before speaking again.

 

"Why do you want to help?"

 

"Cause I want to get out of here?" duh.

 

"What if the Greeks find out?" This question knocked the air out of her lungs. She forgot to breathe. She didn't want to think at all.

 

"They will kill me." she mumbled.

and my father. 

 

Calliah needed to talk with Nicholas desperately. She needed to know the situation back home. Did they think she was dead? Did they know she was kidnapped?What when Fabio dies? Disappearing from home and within days Fabio gets killed. She would be the no. 1 suspect. But what choice did she have?

 

"And I'll kill you if you don't help."

 

All she could do was gaze at a distance where two birds were fighting over a nut.

 

"Carla Agnes is an orphan adopted by Greeks." It was more like a question. Ofcourse he had run a background check. Without shifting her gaze from the birds she replied,

 

"You know it." It was the truth. She was a real person working for greeks and she died. She only hoped he didn't know the dying part.

 

 

The birds flew and she realised what a big mess she was in. She was going to be killed either at the hands of Germans or Greeks. She was trapped.

 

 

 

Daylight

  So yes, I started writing again because I am so obsessed with the two of them.

 

Words long stopped passing between 

them. He stared at her and she stared away. 

 

A fury of dark clouds loomed casting a shadow over their heads. Calliah shuddered. The dread, the fear were making their way back to her body. No matter how much convincing he had tried to sound, truth was she was lying. She was Calliah Theodore, the daughter of Alejandro Theodore who they had betrayed, grand-daughter of Andrew Theodore who massacred their family.

 

Arch rival of the Germans.

 

Enemy.

 

The deafening silence rang into her ears. She didn't have to look him in the eyes to see that he was contemplating--

 

-- contemplating on his decision to keep her alive,--

 

-- contemplating her every words.

 

For all she knew, he would take his AutoMag out and take her down right there.

 

Bury her in between the trees. Nobody had to know.

 

The thought made her body stiffen. The whole muscles inside her tensed as she clenched her legs together. Not knowing what was going inside the evil head of her captor consumed her.

 

Please say something...

 

"Stand up." He commanded.

 

She darted her eyes back at him and wished she hadn't immendiately. His eyes were intimidating just as his voice. Scanning her face, they evoked a strong emotion in her. They were scheming, looking right through her.

 

She had a nasty feeling, those eyes knew everything. Afterall, they seemed to have seen the whole world.

 

Suddenly, her gaze drifted down to his lips. She parted her's and let out a ragged breath; breath she had been holding for a long time.

 

No, this wasn't happening.

 

Through her clenched inner thighs, she felt a bubble of wetness. As an instinct, she clenched them tight even more and wetness gushed out of her. Her body was worked up from anxiety and fear as it was-- now her desire added up. His tongue licked it's way around the corners of his lips feeding desire. The thought of that moisture pressed against her innocence teased her willpower and she leaned back on her chair letting out a soft moan.

 

Where was her shame?

 

Her clit aroused just by looking at his chest and she started fidgeting in the chair rubbing her clit against it.

 

She let her towel shift down her body an inch as she leaned back. Just the thought of him gazing down her cleavage surrounded her with warm wetness again.

 

His eyes were boring down her half exposed breasts for real and she let out her ragged breathing, her chest heaving with emotion.

 

"Stand up." He rasped.

 

She pulled herself up obediently, not breaking her gaze all the while. He did the same.

 

His every steps were sending a tingling sensation on her lower regions.

 

She swallowed and closed her eyes when he pressed his chest against her's. Calliah bit her lip and started breathing more rapidly--if that was even possible. He licked his lips at the sight of her boobs heaving speedily against his chest.

 

His chest.

 

His tatto.

 

She didn't want to touch him. Hell she didn't even want him to be a real person. Call her crazy but she just wanted to masturbate to that body.

 

The veins on his hand.

 

No, no, no, she took it back. she wanted him to do things to her.

 

Bad things.

 

sinful things.

 

What did she even want?

 

All she knew was that she was horny and something needed to be done.

 

He brought his lips on her ear and whispered.

 

"I love that mole of yours."

 

so much wetness.

 

so many tingles.

 

Please...

 

"Do you want me to touch it?"

 

But she couldn't speak. Her confused mind didn't have the courage to ask or even say yes.

 

His stubbled cheek grazed on her neck and her loud exhale couldn't be missed for nothing.

 

She was glad he was going for it without her having to ask.

 

His rock like palms brought both her hands behind her back which she let him do willingly. 

 

Suddenly, a cold sensation gripped her wrists and she found her hands cuffed in metal.

 

"Let's get you out of here, hot mama." He said as he threw her over his shoulder and made his way out of the woods.

 

♠♠♠♠

 

They were back to daylight. He thumped her rashly on the RV. As if contemplating again, he looked in her blue eyes-- Green piercing blue-- before advancing his lips on hers.

 

"I miss my boyfriend." She retorted.

 

"What?"

 

"I don't want you to touch me. I miss my boyfriend is all."

 

"You kidding me?" He scoffed.

 

"No?"

 

He stepped away a few steps and turned his back on her. Calliah couldn't help but expect a hard blow across her face when he turned, back to her again.

 

Maybe she deserved it.

 

But what could she do if the arousal had evaporated away?

 

Back in the dark, she fell-- safer maybe-- to act on her feelings-- her libido. Here in the daylight, Calliah couldn't bring herself to act on that. She felt very exposed. Not to mention she was back to the place which didn't hold very good memories for her.

 

When he turned back rapidly, she flinched her eyes close.

 

Nothing happened.

 

When she opened her eyes again, his frustrated face--the lines on his forehead, the cold stare-- made her regret everything she had said.

 

It's too late to try and play myself again, isn't it?

 

He was staring again with those eyes.

 

Why couldn't he just talk?

 

Quickly thinking of a smart retort to save herself before her trembling legs gave away, she replied,

 

"You handcuffed me, remember?" she said gesturing her eyes to her back where her hands stayed tightly cuffed.

"I felt bad"

 

what in the world, Calliah?

 

Just look away please.

 

"Who's your boyfriend?" He asked abruptly.

 

"what?"

 

no, no, no, no, not now. She didn't have time to think.

 

He would run a background check.

 

she needed time.

 

He advanced on her. She swallowed the lump that had recently built up.

 

Just say a random name.

 

But he's smart.

 

You don't want to die.

 

She was staring at the green wilderness that was his kaleidoscope of colour eyes. She had seen this look before.

 

Next thing she knew, her hair was yanked up in his grip sharply, his green eyes tinting a dark glow. Her hair threatened to rip apart from her scalp and she bit her lip holding herself from giving out a wail.

 

"I'll first fuck you in every holes you have got in that slutty body of yours--." He spoke gritting his teeth vehemently. "--then, rip those holes apart with my bare hands and fuck you some again." His other hand was on her neck already choking her.

 

"WHO THE FUCK IS YOUR BOYFRIEND?" He said emphasizing every words.

 

He tugged on her hair again. A sharp pain shot on her head and the world was already spinning. Her eyes went very white and face pale as she gagged on his hand.

 

His grip loosened only so ever lightly, just in case he didn't like what came out of her mouth.

 

"Nik-- Nicholas Demo." She croaked. He let her go, his other hand still on her hair but not pulling it. She coughed and tried to catch her breath. The spasm dared to rip her neck headless. She felt her head loll but she didn't have her hands to steady them. 

 

She felt helpless, abused. Tears brimmed her eyes full.

 

He tilted his head and reached his left hand--one on her hair-- to touch her bloodless cheek but she jerked away. It was all she could do not to spit at his face. He tried again-- she jerked. Finally she was pinned between two sturdy arms.

 

Calliah could do nothing.

 

She felt weak.

 

She had long stopped feeling that-- long stopped getting overpowered by a man.

 

But the reality was different now. She was there, at his mercy. 

 

Getting strangled by a man all over again.

 

That thought was enough to tick