Revenge Vows: A Forced Marriage Mafia Romance (Ruthless Mafia Sinners)

“Boss, she’s back,” comes a loud voice from across the courtyard.

Bunny and Donatello look up as two guards walk up to us. They are holding her between them, and she has her face turned to the ground.

She is wearing my clothes, which are about two sizes too big for her, and they droop off her body, sagging awkwardly.

I hope my anxiety doesn’t show as I scan her face and body for any injuries. She doesn’t have a scratch on her, and I let out a cautious exhale. My brothers must not see my relief.

As they get closer, she pulls out of the grip of the guards and runs to fall at my feet.

“Antonio, please forgive me,” she says softly. Her eyes are red and tired. Her face has streaks of black on it.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Donatello mutters under his breath, looking down at her in rage.

“Where the fuck did you go?” he spits out.

She doesn’t respond to either of them. Her full attention is on me. She reaches over and clutches the hem of my pants.

“You can punish me as you wish, Antonio,” she says. “I deserve it.”

“You ran away, didn’t you?” I ask.

She nods with her face down.

“So why are you back?” I ask.

She looks up at me. “I—I had nowhere else to go,” she says.

I stand up from the chair and pace the room. Then I stop in front of her.

“I hope you understand that I really can’t let you go again because of this.”

She doesn’t reply. Her gaze remains turned toward the floor as she looks down at her hands.

Her hands are as dirty as her face. I wonder if she has had a proper meal since she left.

I look up at the guards. “Where did you bring her from?” I ask.

“From the south gate,” the taller guard replies.

“Put her in one of the guest rooms. Keep her there until I come inside,” I say.

She doesn’t resist when the men pick her up from the floor and take her away. Donatello looks at me in disbelief, and Bunny is just sullen.

“You’re taking her to a guest room?” Donatello asks.

I return to my seat. “She is my wife, after all,” I say.

“The wife that you married as a joke!” Donatello snaps.

A glare from me silences him.

“I don’t like how the situation with this woman is going. You’re veering so far from the original plan that it’s getting reckless. You’re not a man whom I consider to be sloppy,” Donatello says.

He turns to Bunny helplessly. “Can you back me up on this? Or are you still mad at him?” Bunny rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t respond.

I turn to Donatello. “You don’t have to worry about anything.”

Donatello laughs. “Fuck my life. Antonio, she just went to see God knows who. What if she got in contact with Giovanni? Have you considered that?”

“I think we should let him be,” comes Bunny’s quiet voice.

Donatello turns to him in surprise. “What?”

“He wants the girl around. He can have her. Only if he will take responsibility for whatever comes of this, though,” Bunny says, turning to me.

“Are you crazy? Do you want a second black eye?” Donatello whispers to him fiercely.

Bunny’s eyes meet mine, and I hold his stare.

“You’re a meticulous man. Surely a mere woman can’t be your undoing,” he says in a tone laced with mockery.

I smile and look up at him. Donatello closes his eyes, muttering under his breath.

I get up and walk over to Bunny, who is a few inches shorter than me.

“The next time I say this, it won’t be with mere words. We respect women and children here,” I say tightly.

He smiles. “Of course, how could I forget how honorable you are, my brother? So honorable you are, that you’re fucking a woman you’re holding hostage!”

There is no telling what would have happened in the next second if Donatello hadn’t stepped between us. He turns to Bunny and pushes him back.

“Apologize to Antonio now,” he says. Bunny scoffs.

“Sorry, brother,” he says before he walks off in the opposite direction.

Donatello turns to me. “He’s still salty about the black eye. You’ve never hit him before,” he says.

I sigh and return to my seat.

“I don’t understand what your deal is with this woman, but I don’t have a good feeling about this, Antonio,” he says.

“I’ll handle it,” I say.

He nods. “If you say so, I trust you.”

As soon as he walks away, I bury my face in my hands.

Why am I not angry at the thought of her trying to outsmart me by running away?

Why am I so happy that she returned?

I open the door to her room, and I find her sitting on the bed. As she sees me, she gets up with her eyes wide.

“I’ll ask you three questions, Alyssa. Do yourself a damn favor and be honest with me,” I say.

She swallows. “What’s my punishment for being dishonest?” she asks.

“Do you want to find out?” I ask.

She shakes her head.

“Good! How did you get out of the mansion?” I ask.

“I scaled the wall,” she replies.

“How did you get by the guards?” I ask.

“I distracted them,” she answers.

Those incompetent bastards. I vow to deal with them later.

“Did you meet anyone when you left the mansion?”

She swallows and looks away for the first time since I started querying her. All the other questions she answers look into my eyes.

“I met Giovanni,” she replies.

Donatello’s suspicions and mine were correct; she did meet Giovanni.

I pull out my gun and point it at her. Her eyes grow bigger, but she doesn’t move a muscle.

“Then why did you return? Don’t you know that he’s my enemy?”

She slowly walks towards me and places her hands on the muzzle of the gun.

“Giovanni wanted a woman who was pure and untouched, and most importantly, an unmarried woman,” she says, lifting her finger with the ring. “Just as you want nothing to do with him, he wants nothing to do with you. He returned me here himself, disgusted that you had me first,” she says.

Our eyes lock, and she stares at me. She has one hand on the muzzle of my gun pointed at her, and her ring finger lifted up.

Her lips are quivering, but she holds her stance in fierce determination.

I lower my gun. “You could have found your way back home to your family,” I say.

She laughs bitterly. “After you’ve marked me as yours?” she asks.

My lips curve in a smirk, and I begin to edge towards her. She doesn’t move until I get so close to her that her head is below my chin.

“You have to learn, Alyssa. You belong to me,” I whisper.

I sweep her off her feet and carry her to the bed, tossing her on it. Her eyes are fixed on me, but they look sultry now.

With one pull, I rip the buttons of my shirt open, revealing her breasts. She doesn’t move as I tear the shirt away, leaving her naked. My eyes scan her delicate body underneath me, still covered with sweat and dirt.

I crush her breasts with my fingers firmly enough to give her pain but gently enough that it doesn’t leave a mark. She gasps, showing emotion for the first time. I move my cock to her lips, and she opens her mouth to take it in without being told to do so.

I don’t intend to be gentle with my lesson. I grab the back of her head, and I push my cock into her throat. She fights to take me in, and her legs squirm underneath me. I pull out my cock slowly for her to breathe before I push it in again.

I thrust my cock in deeper, picking up my cadence. My hold on her neck tightens, and she grabs the sheets and squeezes them.

I’m hitting the back of her throat, and with each thrust, her throat feels tighter. I close my eyes, and a grunt escapes my lips. My balls start to tighten, and I pull out swiftly. She turns to the other side, coughing and gasping for air.

I wait for her to catch her breath before I spin her around so her ass faces me. I part her legs, exposing her entrance.

I slip into her without warning, and she cries out immediately. It’s incredible how tight she feels. I begin to plunge inside her, feeling her starting to get wet. I grab her hair and hold her waist in position as I ram into her mercilessly. I lower my face to her ear as I keep thrusting.

“You’re mine, you hear? All fucking mine,” I say, struggling to keep my voice steady.

She replies with a moan as beads of sweat run down her back. She is still grabbing onto the sheets as my cock goes in and out of her, and I see her breasts jouncing each time I slide home inside of her. She arches her back to meet my thrusts, falling into rhythm with me as if we’ve been doing this for years.

“Oh, God, Antonio!” she cries out, as if she’s enjoying her punishment. I expected tears or virginal apologies, but her cries of pleasure and the way she’s fucking me back are intoxicating.

My pace somehow grows more frantic as my desire for her grows. I have never been so hard and insatiable. Her moans, now audible, fill the room and finally send me over the edge. I grab her hips, and I plunge into her one last time before succumbing to an orgasm that leaves me shaking and jerking.

When she comes moments after me, she screams so loudly that I’m sure the whole house can hear her. She grips the headboard as her body shakes and trembles, her pussy milking my cock greedily.

I slowly pull out, inhaling deeply to steady my breath. I get out of bed and stand on shaky legs.

“Am I forgiven?” she asks almost inaudibly as I turn to leave.

“A maid will come to clean you up,” I reply, buttoning my shirt that has come undone.

As I step out of her room, closing the door behind me, Bunny appears in the corridor with a grin on his face. His eye looks a little better.

His eyes dart to the door, then at my half-buttoned shirt, and he gives a hostile smirk.

“Laura is here,” he says, lowering his voice, “I would pay good money to see her reaction when she learns that her ex-fiancé, who was single a week ago, is now married.”

I smile at him. “Donatello was right. You’re begging for another busted eye.”

I push him aside as I walk off.