Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

“Where is he?” James asked, almost impatiently as he and Dante settled into the sofa in the basement.

“Bring him out.” Dante ordered one of the men standing in the room.

“Yes boss.” He bowed slightly and walked into the inner room.

“That bastard. Thank you for getting him for me.” James thanked Dante.

“I would have gotten rid of him already but I had fun listening to him scream in pains and I was going to finish him off before I traveled but I decided to leave that pleasure to you.” Dante handed James a gun.

“Take his life yourself, on behalf of you, Mireille and your mum.” Dante patted his shoulders just at the time Felix Dcnard was brought to them, pushed down to his knees.

“J… James.” Felix stuttered.

“Save me! Save me from this monster, please.” Felix quickly begged, not wanting to go through another torturous session in ghr hands of Dante.

“Monster?” James huffed.

“I only see one monster here and that monster is you.” James said.

“N-No, James. He is the monster! Look at me. He has ruined my life.” Felix cried.

“After all you did to me and my family, you really do have the guts to beg me to save you?” James huffed lowly.

“Sorry but I am not that kind.” James added and pointed the gun towards Felix.

“No!” Felix cried out desperately.

“How about I give you an option?” Dante asked, putting his hand over the gun in Jame’s hands and bringing it down.

“Would you rather me come here thrice a week to come see you or would you take this shot and die?” Dante asked and tears rolled down from Felix’s eyes.

“P-please.” he cried out and Dante groaned.

“Pick one option, don’t fucking beg like a pathetic father.” he grabbed the glass of alcohol on the table and threw it at Felix.

“Aaaaaaargh!” Felix screamed in pains and Dante let out a hot breath.

“Please.” he wept and Dante turned his gaze to James.

“Can we get to the good part now?” He asked and James raised the gun, pointing it at the older man on his knees on that floor.

“This is for mum.” he shot at his right thigh and Felix screamed loudly, struggling to free himself in anyway possible.

“This… Is for me.” James shot at the left thigh and more screams filled the room.

James got up on his feet and walked towards Felix.

“Hold him in place.” he said to the men and they held Felix down, making him kneel despite the excruciating pains in his thighs.

“And this…” James pointed the gun to his head.

“Is for Mireille.” he shot and at the same time, another bullet flew into Felix’s heart, both bullets ending him.

James looked back at Dante who had a gun with him.

“I won’t ever feel good if I was not involved in killing that bastard.” Dante said to James.

James said nothing but kicked the body of the man who had ruined his little sister’s childhood.

“You’ve got a bit of his blood on you though.” Dante pointed out to James.

“Will wash it off.” James replied.

A few minutes later, the both of them were out of the basement and in front of their cars.

“James.” Dante called when James was about to step into his car.

“Hmm?” James turned it face Dante, closing the door of his car back.

“How is she?” Dante asked.

“Who? Mireille?”

“Of course, who else would I be asking of? Your whores?”

“Mireille is doing very fine and I am trying to convince her to leave the country to Austria so she can be safer.”

Dante’s brows arched.

“Leaving the country?”

“Yes, it’d be better for her to start her life afresh. She can build a new life there.”

Dante felt anger coursing through him. Building a new life would definitely include her finding a new man and none of that went well with him.

But he had let go of her, right? So it didn’t matter if she was in the country or not, did it?

Maybe it did matter, maybe Dante had not truly let go of Mireille, maybe he knew he was only deceiving himself and would go after her soon anyways.

“If that’s all. I should get going now.” James pulled open his car door and got in while Dante continued staring until James had driven off.

Furious, Dante walked over to the driver’s seat of the car.

“Get out. I’ll drive myself.” he said to the man in the seat and the man quickly got himself out of the seat.

Dante got into the car, hoping he would be able to calm himself down after a ride.

He revved the car into motion and drove off. For long minutes, he drove without stopping until the minutes turned into an hour and thirty minutes.

“Fuck!” Dante cursed as he stepped hard on the brakes of the car.

It was an expressway and it was quite deserted by that time of the night.

Dante stepped out of the car and opened the backseat door. He grabbed the blue teddy bear that sat on the backseat alone.

He was sure his men would find his sudden obsession with a teddy bear weird but he just could not stop himself from having it around him all the time.

He walked to the front of the car and leaned against the car, holding the teddy bear in his hands.

“What should I do?” He whispered to the teddy bear and chuckled after that at his silly action.

Asking a teddy bear a question was definitely silly but he could not help it.

“I want her.” he whispered, brought the teddy bear close and kissed it.

“I need her.”

“I want to be close to her every second of the day. I want her to be by my side. I don’t want her to live so far away from me. I don’t want to her to travel out of the country too. But what do I do when I am the greatest threat to her life?” He caressed the teddy bear.

“Keeping her close to me while knowing she would constantly get into danger is selfish towards Mireille, right?” He threw his head back.

“What do I do? Bring her back and protect her as much as I can? Or let her go and live a better life?”

*

James walked into the house with a bowl of ice cream in his hand. He worried a bit over Mireille having too much ice cream but since she was in a pretty bad mood over the activities that had happened these past few days, he thought the ice cream would make her feel better.

Mireille was seated on a chair in the living room, staring blankly at the wall.

“Mireille.” James called and she looked as way from the wall to look at him with a tiny smile.

“You are back.”

“Yes, I am and I got you ice cream.” James smiled widely, trying to liven her up.

Mireille stretched her hands and received the ice cream from him.

“Thank you.” she whispered and opened the bowl of ice cream.

But immediately she set her eyes on it, Mireille stiffened for a second. The next second, she dropped the bowl of ice cream, clasping her hand over her mouth.

“Mireille?” James called worriedly as she sprinted away to the nearest restroom.

James followed after her quickly.

“What’s wrong, Mireille?” He asked, knocking on the door of the restroom.

About a minute later, Mireille stepped out of the restroom with a dull look on her face.

“Are you okay?” James held her by the shoulders.

“Yes, I am fine.” she whispered in response.

“No, Mireille. You are not fine. I will call the doctor over.” James reached his hand into his pocket.

“You don’t have…”

“Don’t try stopping me.” James said to her and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

He walked a few steps away from Mireille and called the doctor over the phone. After about a minute on the call, he walked back to Mireille.

“The doctor will be here early tomorrow morning to check up on you.”