Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

Mireille felt the hair on the back of her neck rise when Jonas grinned at her. The grin did not in any way seem friendly, it made her feel creeped out.

“Uhm, let’s sit?” Belinda said to relieve the sudden tension in the air but it was at that moment exactly that she finally realized where she had seen Ditto.

It was the other day, at the restaurant with Jonas. Ditto was the man Jonas had not wanted to see her.

“Miss Mathieu. Please step back.” Ditto said and Mireille’s brows arched.

“Step back? Why?” She questioned but Ditto said nothing and moved in front of her.

His eyes surveyed the place to try to see if there were others around and though Ditto could not see others around, he knew that Jonas would not have that comfortable grin on his face if he was all alone without back up.

Ditto walked towards Jonas while the other men immediately surrounded Mireille to protect her.

“What… What’s going on?” Mireille asked, utterly confused at how the situation was suddenly turning out.

Ditto reached Jonas and the two men glared at each other with contempt.

“That lady.” Ditto started, referring to Belinda.

“She is the one you tried to hide from me the other day, right?” Ditto continued in hushed tones and the grin on Jonas’s face was wiped off completely.

“I know her now and I will get rid of her like you got rid of my Lisa. I swear I will.” Ditto swore, hatred and anger clouding his face.

Suddenly, Jonas’s facials relaxed again and he smiled at Ditto.

“You will only be able to get rid of Bel if you leave here alive, isn’t it?”

“Escort Miss Mathieu home right away!” Ditto ordered and at the same time, two men walked into the garden, dressed as chefs.

“Belinda, can you follow those chefs into the kitchen to check the cooking?”

“What the hell is going on here?!” Both ladies yelled but got no responses.

“Jonas?” Belinda called.

“Don’t touch me!” Mireille warned the men who tried to take her away.

“Take Miss Mathieu home!” Ditto yelled and this time, one of them swung Mireille onto his arm and lifted her away.

Belinda was also lifted by one of the two chefs but before they could run away with her, the other men had stopped them.

“Shit.” Jonas cursed roughly underneath his breath.

He had not wanted Belinda to see him go bloody but he had no choice at this point.

He snapped his fingers at the same time Ditto clicked on the screen of his smart wristwatch, sending a message.

“Your darling Miss Mathieu is not going home.” Jonas said.

“What the hell is going on here, Jonas?!” Belinda cried out.

“Make her look away.!” Jonas ordered and immediately Belinda’s face was buried in the chest of one of the men dressed as chefs, Jonas pulled his gun out and the other men pulled their guns out.

Out of nowhere, about twenty other men joined in and Ditto stepped back, knowing he was outnumbered.

“We are in front of the car with Miss Mathieu but we have been cornered.” the voice of one of the men came to Ditto through the earpiece.

“If anything happens to her, trust me when I say your entire generation is ruined.” Ditto replied the man, still taking steps back.

“Fire!” Jonas ordered and gunshots filled the air, with Dante’s men clearly outnumbered.

*

Dante and James were in the backseat of the car. They were close to Dante’s home already and James could not wait to see Mireille again.

“I was hoping I would go shopping tonight and buy her a few things but I barely bought anything.” James raised the bag in his hand up and shook his head, wishing he could have bought more.

“Why did you get ice cream though?” James asked.

“Mireille likes having it.” Dante replied.

James was about to say something else when the phones of both men beeped. Both men glanced at each other and then pulled their phones out of their pockets.

“F. P is in danger?” James whispered in confusion and looked towards Dante.

“You are the F. P (first priority) and you are clearly not in danger. What is this talking about?” James asked.

“Shit!” Dante cursed.

“What’s it?” James asked.

“Mireille is in danger.” Dante managed to say, his breath getting uneven and beads of sweats forming instantly on his forehead.

He knew that wherever Ditto was at the moment, he would be unable to pick up a call so he decided to just check Mireille’s location instead.

“Turn the car and head to Dostin Gardens.” Dante ordered the driver immediately he saw Mireille’s location.

“What the hell is happening, Dante? Why is Mireille in danger? And why is she the F. P in place of you? What the heck is going on with my sister?” James asked.

“Hell! Can you keep the questions to yourself till she is safe?!” Dante groaned.

He tapped impatiently on the car floor until he could not anymore. Even though the driver was going speedily and the other cars with his men were following behind too, it wasn’t enough for Dante.

“Stop the fucking car! I will drive!”

The car screeched to a halt and Dante stepped out of the backseat. The driver stepped out hurriedly and Dante got into the driver’s seat.

He revved the car into motion and drove off at a dangerous speed. His heart was racing as fast as the car was racing through the night road.

Ignoring every road rules, Dante drove like a maniac with James almost in a panic mode in the backseat. Mireille was the only family he had and he’d rather die than watch his little sister die.

“Where the hell is this gardens?! Why aren’t we there yet?!” James asked and let out a shaky breath.

“Almost there.” Dante whispered almost to himself more than it was to James.

Dante stepped hard on the brakes, pulling the car to a stop in front of the gardens. He grabbed two guns from the car’s safe and stepped out of the car with James.

He threw one of the guns at James who caught it swiftly and they both hurried into the garden, Dante’s men following behind them.

“Princess!” Dante gasped, seeing her in the middle of a fire with his men trying their best to protect her.

Mireille was screaming in fear, her eyes shut tightly and her head lowered.

Dante shot a few times, killing a few guys to clear his way up to Mireille.

“Please don’t kill me!!” Mireille screamed, immediately his hands touched her shoulders.

“It’s me.” Dante said to her, his voice as rough as his breath.

“Don’t look.” he added immediately, not wanting Mireille to look at the bloody bodies. He picked Mireille up, throwing her over his left shoulder.

But as soon as he did so, a shot was directed at him. He dodged quickly but another shot followed, almost faster than Dante could react but he dodged the bullet and shot at the man firing the shots, his left arm tightening around Mireille.

With the men who had just arrived, they were able to quickly eliminate Mark’s men whilst Dante found his way out of there with Mireille. He took her into the car and dropped her in the backseat.

“Da… Dante, you are really here.” Mireille cried as she saw his face. She hugged him tightly and Dante patted her with his left hand, his right hand still clutching his gun.

“Stay right here in the car, Princess. Do not step out no matter what you hear or what you see, okay?” He asked and Mireille tearily nodded.

Dante grabbed the bowl of ice cream and thrusted it into her shaky hands.

“Have this, princess. It’s vanilla, your favourite. I will be right back.” he said but Mireille grabbed him by the arm, her teary eyes staring into his furious eyes.

“Are… Are you going to kill too?” She asked in a shaky voice and Dante clenched his jaws.

What was she expecting? That he would stay calm when she had almost lost her life in the hands of those miserly bastards?

Of course, he was going to kill them all but he was going to keep the promise he made to himself, he wasn’t going to let her see him at it.

“I’ll be back. Don’t open this door for anything or anyone except me” he gave her a short response, pulled her close and kissed her forehead before letting go and shutting the car door.

But as soon as he turned back, it was to face a couple of men who were armed with guns.

Mireille who was looking out of the tinted glasses gasped as she saw about five men get onto Dante. Dante shot back and Mireille gripped the bowl of ice cream tightly as she watched bullets flying in the air.

The men, seeking refuge behind whatever they could and shooting seemed to not care about their own lives.

“Oh god! Dante!” She screamed in panic as she saw him narrowly miss a bullet.

Mireille could not stand it, Dante had two men to the floor, dead but they were three more men on him and Mireille’s tears had welled up in her eyes.

She absolutely did not know what got into her but the next second, Mireille pushed the door open and ran out. The men were a bit too busy to notice that she had gotten out.

Consumed by the will to protect Dante at all cost, Mireille rushed to one of the dead men and picked up a gun that laid near the dead man. Dante had another man down and there were just two left now.

“Let go of Dante!” She yelled, pointing the gun towards the men.

“Fuck Princess. Get back in the fucking car!” Dante turned his attention to her and that second of distraction was enough for one of the men to shoot at Dante.

“I said let go of him!!” Mireille screamed, shut her eyes and pulled the trigger, shooting at one of the two men.

There was a thud, and then another. Mireille felt her legs shaking as she slowly opened her tightly shut eyes and looked towards Dante who was now walking towards her. He was unharmed and had killed the last man. Mireille was more relieved to see that Dante was unharmed but she suddenly gasped, realizing what she had just done.

With a shriek, she threw the gun to the floor.

“I… I just killed someone.”