A Mafia Devil and The Virgin

"The wolf is now my addiction, an illicit attraction, and therefore it is a crime that my mouth commits by thinking about it. I do not think about the consequences that this sin will bring me, by giving in to the desires of its criminal mouth."

He drove full of rage, hatred and lack of control. A dangerous combination that raged inside him. The thirst for revenge against that cursed man intensified; His breathing became increasingly labored as he approached the agreed upon location, and the adrenaline was released, triggering a deranged desire, a terrible desire to finish off Luca with a single shot.

The wolf would blow his brains out with one shot. No one ordered her to interfere in his affairs. He had Luna under her control, and he wanted her for himself, as her father had asked him to.

Not in the hands of the enemy, in this case, the head of the Italian mafia.

The girl was his, and tonight he would rescue her.

"I have arrived, if I have everything under control I don't want them to intervene, understand? Over," he spoke through the communicator.

"Understood, boss. Over."

"I'll get out of the car, K71, change and get out," he warned.

He dug the tires into the asphalt. Darkness reigned violently as he turned off the convertible's lights. Alek grabbed the gun at his waist, but he also grabbed a Colt 45 from the dashboard of the car and climbed out, pointing it in all directions. Euphoria from the desire to get rid of heads that dark July night slithered through his veins like a snake eager to inject his venom.

He advanced with firm steps, without hesitating even a bit, reaffirming the security with which he moved. He was ready to pull the trigger, even if he managed to get Frattini to give up and hand over the supposedly defective "merchandise."

I'd kill him for being nosy anyway.

She wasn't the target, but rather Grace, her mother's daughter with another man. But when Luna appeared in the plans, the young woman became a target.

Dimitri thought it was a great idea to have the wrong girl, since she was also Gregg's daughter, and his traitorous wife loved her like her own daughter.

He had plans, perverse and dark. He visualized in her mind a brown girl crying out for mercy, begging for her to end the violence. The taste of her tears mixed with the sweat of despair and her blood was like sweet candy in her mouth.

But the plan changed, he decided to give it to his son with one condition: that he torture her and finally get rid of her. And most importantly, he sent her family photos of the girl in the worst possible state, images that caused absolute consternation.

Aleksander did not hesitate to accept those conditions and the gift that had already been stolen from him.

Konstantinov took a look around the place. At night, Sardinia was not the same as during the day. The blue sky had turned black and the summer heat had turned cold. A smile appeared on his face surrounded by the terror of that environment, fascinating for his somber soul.

It was quite a spectacle, but without lights, without spotlights, but under the cloak of darkness, as he liked.

"Why don't you come out of your hiding place, you damned bastard?" he shouted at the top of his lungs, after the deep roar that emanated from his throat. He heard footsteps and then a cold laugh, followed by the arrival of the man he was referring to.

"Oh Aleksander, stop the insults. We're not going to get anywhere like this," he spoke calmly, taking one last drag on the cigarette before throwing it on the ground and crushing it with the toe of his shoe.

At all times, the Russian did not take his furious gaze away from him. Anger was reflected in the throbbing veins in his neck and in the way his jaw clenched. She distrusted men like him, she had to study his movements, his intentions, what he planned to do, even if he seemed unfazed.

Any mistake could be a trap, an ambush.

He scanned the place with fierce eyes, thinking that his men might be hidden in the stunted grass.

"Who have you come with? Talk!" he exclaimed, focusing on the man who was acting brazenly.

"Only, I haven't broken my word. I hope you haven't either, Konstantinov," he replied, doubting that the Russian was unprotected. "Put down the gun."

He smiled evilly, slowly lowered the pistol and held it firmly. He wasn't stupid enough to throw her on the ground.

"I'm a lone wolf tonight," he announced in a growl.

"Or a kitten," he scoffed, letting out a laugh. Alek pursed his lips in annoyance and exasperation. "Listen to me, Konstantinov, I won't give you the girl unless you give us the goods that will arrive at the port on Wednesday night. It's that or nothing."

The Russian caught the words, the damn guy was asking for a fortune in exchange for something that already belonged to him. Curse.

"What? I won't give you anything. Who do you think you're talking to, you despicable rat? I won't give you the pleasure, Luca," he assured without letting his guard down.

"Go to hell! Then the girl will still be mine," he replied, making a movement that, within seconds, Alek caught, raising his gun in time to fire the first shot.

In response, Luca managed to lightly graze Konstantinov's arm, which seemed like an insignificant scratch from a feline that lay complaining on the ground. The Russian advanced, unloading all the bullets into the body of the Italian, who, in an instant, was taken away by death.

The limp, bloody man was another prey of the wolf.

He stared at him, as if searching for some trace of life that he could still mitigate.

"Only an idiot would think of coming alone. Now you're dead," he said, putting the gun away.

He communicated again through the device, telling his men to come out of the shadows.

In the trunk of the Italian's car, he found the dying and helpless girl. Viktor Volkov arrived along with the other four armed men, who were in charge of finishing her off.

Once she was loaded into the back of the armored truck Volkov was driving, Aleksander blew the enemy car to pieces.

Then he walked away and got into the BMW, starting it up.

"The mission has been successful."

Russia Moscow.

In a cold, dark room, gagged and hurt, I fight and resist. I face the hurricane that shakes me, feeling even more vulnerable because I don't know my captor's intentions.

I wrap myself in a thin quilt, trying to sleep despite the uncertainty. The mist is heavy, heavier than my eyelids that are reluctant to close. The silence is desolating, it crushes me and steals my breath. The air escapes and fears bare my soul, without a barrier or wall to protect me from danger.

Nothing keeps me from extinction.

Tears flow eagerly, the thickness of sadness floods my being. I don't think I can escape death. The last thing I remember was being hit violently, leaving me unconscious. Every muscle aches, I feel an indescribable pain that spreads through my back and squeezes my heart.

I'm starving, I only remember putting crumbs in my stomach in the last few weeks, which is not enough to sustain me.

I cry, the spasms do not stop, the intensity of the sensation is overwhelming, it burns cruelly. My throat hurts, the pressure overwhelms me, and I can't move because of my weakness.

I feel helpless in my fight.

I hear loud footsteps, my heart pounds. They sound like drums in my ears. I curl up into a fetal position, clinging to the quilt, trying to hide. But I know I can't escape, my limbs are weak and I don't have the strength to face it.

The sharp sound of the door announces the arrival of my captor. I clench my teeth tightly.

"Luna Miller," he pronounces my name in an icy tone, his deep voice generating an unpleasant sensation. I can sense her malicious intentions that saturate the atmosphere. Luna... I know you're not asleep, get up, it's an order.

He's abrupt, I wasn't expecting subtlety from him. But only one thing stops me, my weakness. I can't meet his demand.

I groan as the room suddenly lights up. The light strongly impacts my eyes. The man removes the gag and for the first time I can inspect his face. He is not the Italian that had me captive, he is another dark"looking guy, although I find his attractiveness captivating.

He approaches me on his haunches, his features taking my breath away. Her face is a mix of dominance, possession and danger, and a spark of desire is born inside me. Despite his behavior, I must admit that he is attractive. But I must be delusional, I can't let myself think about that. The reality is that I am hurt and captive.

"Do you know why you are here? "She questions, firmly grabbing my chin.

I don't say anything, I don't know who I am anymore. So many events have confused my identity, I even doubt my origin. I'm going crazy trying to find answers.

Everything seems absurd.

I can't believe my father had anything to do with this. He is not involved in dirty business, he is an upright and fair person. I can't find reasons that link him to this situation.

So I stay silent.

"No, you don't know. "You are in my hands, beautiful American," she says in a cold voice, her tone revealing her perverse intentions. Luna, I know you're not asleep, get up, it's an order.

Damned bastard!

Furious, I spit in his face.

"Go to hell, idiot! "I exclaim so loudly that I barely recognize my own voice. My throat burns.

His expression hardens and he hits me hard, making my head spin. Tears build violently, and the left side of my face burns. Another blow that destroys me a little more.

My body and my spirit become weak.

I cover my face, holding back the sobs that escape my trembling lips. Its violence destroys me on the outside, but deep inside, I want to hold on to a strength that still shines in the midst of the storm.

I want to believe that these obstacles make me stronger, although at this moment I only feel the pain that embraces me and plunges me into despair.

I don't utter a single word, my vocal cords have gone silent, and my eyes express fury, in a foolish attempt to claim his mistreatment, I burn him. Suddenly his thumb approaches, I stare at him, it's a wobbly, biting hold. Then I squeeze my eyelids as I feel his infernal touch, the cunning of his fingers raises a maelstrom that freezes.

He leans towards me and, just inches from my face, whispers venomously.

I seek mercy, groping and silently, begging and begging, I fervently wish for mercy on me.

The metallic taste of blood is the aftertaste that runs through my mouth, I also feel the scarlet liquid that oozes from my skin, right where he has placed his touch. The man with the strange accent, apparently Russian, removes his fingers from him, I open my eyes and watch him licking his fingers in such a perverse way that it makes me tremble from head to toe. Then he slides a lunatic smile, he is not a sane being, what he just did is sick.

I stop breathing when he brings his face closer to mine, he never stops smiling, I'm centimeters away from a psychopath and I can only think about the fateful thing.

"You are facing the wolf, welcome to Russia, Luna Miller"his mouth whispers with venom, I am taken aback by his words. She notices my surprise and smiles brighter. Welcome to the Russian mafia, Lunita.

My blood boils, the fact that he calls me that causes a volcano of fury and sadness, it is a merciless mixture. Only dad usually calls me that way. Dad... he must be worried, I miss him so much. I carry the count of days captive in my mind. Fifteen days being a prisoner seems like an abysmal eternity.

Now I have fallen into other hands but the same evil direction, disgusting intentions and I am still lost in confusion.

"W"why? "I dare to question with a torn voice.

He, who calls himself the wolf, stares into mine, devouring me.

"Sometimes you have to pay for someone else's mistake," he says, his pounding breath destabilizing me.

What he said is ridiculous, unfair no matter how you look at it. I can't be innocent and pay for other people's troubles. The unknowns return, in that case, what errors is he talking about? who?

My lips hate the twisted and deceitful words that only make me hate him. Yes, he's surely trying to wrap me up in a fallacy. He is a madman. I suddenly sob, he said something about the mafia, which worsens my situation there.

He's not just any crazy guy, he's the worst. Fear binds me, turns me to ashes.

"What do you want of me? "I weigh low, my heartbeat flies under his malicious gaze.

"You ask yourself, what do I want from you? "She," she repeats, I resist the urge to roll my eyes, her accent is so impertinent. You should be prostrate before me, after all I have saved you from our enemies. So don't be ungrateful.

What the hell does this idiot think he is?

"You're not God, you idiot," I say, shooting him hatred.

I shouldn't have told him that, in response he squeezes my face so hard that I moan in pain. Forced to look into her eyes, her gaze burns me. The rage that she disperses with abandon is ice, and also borders on a destructive fire.

He hurts me, he treats me in a vile way, he is the bad guy, a kidnapper, a murderer, on top of that a gangster, yet why do I keep thinking about his shocking physique?

"I bet you don't want to be prey, if that's your case, don't provoke me. You can't imagine the thousand ways I can think of how you can satisfy my appetite, Luna," she warns with notable lasciviousness in her eyes, in the cheeky tone of her voice.

"Don't you dare," I face him, trying to retreat, he prevents me by getting up in an unexpected movement.

His bold hands are on my waist, he keeps me upright, I honestly couldn't resist on my own. The energy and strength in me are scarce. But her grip is rough and only hurts me more. She frees her hand and runs it over my injured cheek, seeming to study the blow. Unable to bear her invasion, I avoid the grayish greens of her that never stop reading me.

"Your insolence has earned it, but I'm not that evil, I'll have a doctor check you out," he declares as if he were truly benevolent. Then he grimaces, pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. You stink, you're going to need a shower.

That?

I open my eyes wide.

There's no way he's going to do it.

"Scare of Death"

New York City.

6 months before.

The day predicts cold weather, the grayish panorama is to be expected during this season of the year in the city that never sleeps, it is winter. I take the beige trench coat from the hanger, and take a look in the mirror. For today I have decided to wear a knee"length white dress, stilettos of the same color and minimal makeup. My straight brown hair remains in an updo, some bangs adorn my forehead. I seem to look good, so after making sure everything is in place, I can go to work.

And yes I must hurry.

Time is short!

I arrive at the parking lot, press the control button to unlock the doors. The white Porsche flashes its headlights. I head to the car and get on. I get into tedious traffic, it's terrible, no way. While waiting I start listening to the radio, there is no melody that calms my impatience, quite the opposite, the announcer speaks repeating what time it is.

It's five minutes to half past eight!

I blame the delay on my carelessness, I shouldn't have stayed up until late at night. It was difficult for me to sleep a wink, partly it was the stupid insomnia that appeared inopportune.

One or another horn sounds behind me, from all sides. As if that changes anything. Well, the line is barely moving.

I snort.

I mark my father.

"Good morning Lunita, did something happen?

"Good morning Dad. I'm stuck in traffic, sorry...

"Calm down, daughter. It's okay if you can't join me at the meeting.

"I really wanted to be there, and I don't think I'll be there on time. I feel terrible.

"Don't worry, I have to get in, be careful when driving.

"Hope everything goes well.

"You'll see that yes.

The call ends, I put the phone back in its place. After half an hour I was able to escape the horrible traffic. I won't be able to be on the board, at least I will be present to welcome the new shareholder of the company. My chest is bursting with happiness knowing that the future of the family business will no longer go into decline.

Although there are still some points to be worked out, there is nothing left for our economic problems to end.

...

Coming to Miller.Inc makes me smile, it is my comfort zone, since I can remember it is one of the places where I feel good. Now that it is also my work area, it complements me.

I greet Paulina by blowing her a kiss as I hurry to take the elevator.

"Have an excellent day! "he wishes before the mirrored doors close.

I manage to reciprocate with a smile.

Once I have arrived at the apartment, I find myself face to face with dad's secretary.

"Good morning, Regina.

"Welcome, young Miller. "I'll go get some coffees, then I'll take you to the meeting room, with permission," she adds urgently.

"I understand.

I enter my father's huge office in search of some signed pages. I take them with me to my post; I haven't graduated in business administration yet, but my father has left me the administrative assistant position. He believes in me, in the innate potential I have with calculations. Something I inherited from him.

Karol, the head of administration, gives me my daily tasks. She is a beautiful woman with abundant reddish hair, a perfectionist, and without leaving aside her sweetness and understanding when evaluating my work.

"Precious, Luna, how are you? "His honey eyes share a simultaneous shine that enlivens the good humor he brings along with a soft smile.

"Karol, I actually feel bad for being late, I was looking forward to being with dad at the meeting "I pout.

She comes around the desk, stands in front of me and her delicate hands rest on my shoulders, leaving the subtle caress of support. Get him to smile a little.

"Cheer up, it will be next time, on the other hand, be completely sure that this meeting will be a success. I have known Riccardo for a long time, he is a trustworthy, benevolent guy and he knows that with his contribution to this place he will achieve exorbitant profits.

"You're absolutely right, now if you allow me, I'll go to work. "Warning, I make a show of leaving, his hand wraps around my forearm, preventing my exit. I look at her. That?

"How are your studies? "I need you here, but the university matters more," she admits in a low tone.

"Everything is fine, don't worry, I can combine both things without losing a beat in either one. Hey, Karol, can I take the afternoon off? "I find out, I would rarely deny myself something like that, I ask anyway.

"Of course you have, you have worked hard these days, you deserve it, beautiful. "Before you leave, go get two coffees," she adds with a wink.

"Sure, decaffeinated?

"No, today I feel like a delicious cappuccino.

"Okay, I'll be back soon.

I quickly head to my boss's favorite coffee shop, not that she doesn't like Miller.Inc, but across the street there is a well"known one that she has frequented since she was little, that's what she told me. It has also become my choice when drinking coffee in different ways. The distinction of the place has been earned by its attention and the explosive mix of flavors in each order.

It is a place where you can sit and have a coffee, while it is raining outside and being able to look at thousands of drops through the glass, making it a calm and special moment. I don't know, that's how I feel, in my opinion Coffe City York is indescribable.

Before I set foot on the road, the shooting begins, in all directions, fear takes over me. I remain paralyzed, terror has taken over my body and I do not want to be a victim, a fallen body. I need to protect myself, out of nowhere a guy appears and pulls me, takes me by the hand, I would like to know his identity.

Everything is so fast, I don't have time to recognize it. He urges me to get into the car in the co"driver's position, he does the same getting in behind the wheel.

"You're safe," he tells me in a reassuring tone that for a moment has managed to chase away the restlessness.

Finally I look at him, after fixing my eyes on his familiar ones I breathe normally again.

"Jake?"

"I was driving to the company and suddenly I saw you, I noticed that you were in trouble, and I didn't hesitate to help you. "You have to be careful, Luna," she adds, inspecting my face. Are you OK?

"I"I..." I search for the right words, I was scared to death, and I'm lucky to have emerged unscathed from the sudden shooting. I get lost in the lights of the patrol cars that are arriving, the sirens bring me back to reality. I guess so, thanks Jake.

"It's not necessary, you know that ensuring your safety is a privilege that I will do whenever I have the opportunity," he says with a smile that cracks his gray eyes. I appreciate him like a father, partly because Boyle is a friend of Dad's. Next time, avoid walking anywhere, you have a car, Luna.

I just nod, accepting the scolding.

"I thought it would be a day just as calm as the others, but I'll be careful. Could you take me to buy some coffees?

"Is it close to where the commotion occurred?

"Unfortunately," I confirm.

"I'm not going to expose ourselves.

"You're right, let's go back to the company, I'll explain it to Karol. "I resign myself, as I deflate in the seat.

I can't stop thinking about what happened. How do these things continue to happen in such a crowded place? The police should be more attentive. With so many psychopaths on the loose, beefing up security isn't an option.

Luckily nothing happened to me, not a single scratch.

"Hey, Jake," I manage to get his attention, just with a sideways glance he encourages me to continue. I don't want you to tell my father, otherwise he will worry and he is capable of hiring two strong men to guard me. AND...

"Don't worry, just try not to be a passerby, I don't want to imagine what would have happened if a bullet..." He takes a breath, leaving the sentence unfinished.

"Okay, let's change the subject, please. How have you been? "I ask, radically changing the course of the conversation.

"Now that I found out that the meeting was successful, I feel relieved," he says and I open my eyes in surprise.

"Oh really?! "I blurted out in disbelief, I expected it, but as he was passing by he happily threw me off. ". That is wonderful.

"It's good news, Luna.

...

"Congratulations, dad! "The first thing I do when I see it is throw myself into her arms, proud.

"Luna, my daughter, you see that everything is solved," she separates me so she can take my chin lovingly. Let's tell Elena the good news together.

I nod, then kiss his cheek tenderly. My father is so handsome, he keeps himself very well even when he is almost sixty. He continues to maintain the sparkle in his greenish eyes like mine and the elegance in his bearing and way of being.

"Come on, we have to celebrate, dad.

"Of course you do, before you call your mother, come, I'll introduce you to Riccardo.