Entangled with the Mafia Boss

Raymond's POV

These night is different. Every inch of me felt so. As a boy I'd always admired how the city lit up in the night. Thousands of light coming to life all at once to disturb the inevitable darkness.

I walked steadily under the pavement on the street of Chicago. I parked my car a few blocks away and decided to walk. Finally I got to my destination.

"Royal blue's Club" read an insanely large neon sign above the door leading to the Club. The red and blue light cast an odd glow on the strippers whining their body effortlessly. A blond haired girl with squinted eyes and make up that rather made her look ridiculous strode to me. Her steps on her high heels were clumsy and her complexion too pale. She placed her hands on my arm seductively. "What can I do for you Mister" she said in a flirting tone.

I glared hard at her. She immediately took away her hands understanding I wasn't interested. I was here for business!

Apparently the owner of the club is indebted to me. The bastard is a reckless gambler that is probably utterly broke. He has been avoiding me the past weeks but I am here to teach him what it means to cross me. I'm regarded as the most powerful don from the other seven Sicilian American mafia groups because I showed no mercy.

I scouted the crowd for my boys. I caught a glimpse of Michael making out with a brunette. Typical Michael....His attraction to women is too immense. I'd told them to be there before me and maintain a low profile until I arrived. Well here they were drinking regardlessly and in a cluster of whores.

I got to their table, cleared my throat and sat down. They quickly straightened up and dismissed the strippers. I am glad my presence produced the effect I wanted. We are here for business and I don't mix business with pleasure.

"Boss, I have confirmed it. Dalton is in the basement of the building." Michael said. He is my right hand man and basically the only person I trust in the group.

"Should we drag him out or feed him to the lions or Crocs?" James asks.

"Well we could do either but right now I need to take some shots." James poured some whiskey on the beer glass and offered it to me. I took it and gulped down the whole content, returning the glass to him for more. Alcohol was always a great blend for the kill.

I clenched my teeth, the effect of the Alcohol settling in. Dalton borrowed money from me and had the gut to challenge me by not returning it. There was nothing more repulsive to me than liars. My source tells me that he went to my rival gang to seek help. I wonder how long it will take them to realize that there's no running away from Raymond Estaban.

I looked around the club and my eyes landed on her. She had the prettiest face I'd ever seen even without a stitch of makeup. Her skin looked as soft as velvet. Her long black hair was pulled into a rubber banded ponytail that reached down to the small of her back, and she looked far too curvy for her tall frame. She wore a black skinny jeans that outlined her round hips. Though it seemed like she was probably in her mid-twenties, she looked more like a schoolgirl than someone working in a bar.

Who was this captivating gorgeous lady? And why does she affect me this much?

I watched her as she continued serving the people. She looked really fragile standing between all those sharks. Most of them were looking at her lustfully while undressing her with their eyes. Some even tried to touch her hands while she served. She looked uncomfortable.

My fury grew, I just wanted to cut their hands off with their eyeballs and feed the rest to the lions. I realized I'd spend a great deal of time staring at her and for a moment forgetting the business I had in hand.

"We need to get into action, '' I announced. "Michael and James, you both accompany me down to the basement to get the bastard. Silas and Edward you will remain here and make sure everything is under control." "Yes Boss' ' they chorused.

A tiny door led to the basement of the building. There was a concrete path that led to a room. This was obviously where he met with some of his business partners. James gave the door a loud thud angrily with his fist and the door flew wide open.

There was terror on Dalton's face as he and his two associates abruptly stood up. Michael and James wasted no time and dealt them with deadly punches. I dragged Dalton roughly out by the collar until we reached the floor of the club.

"Please let....."

He doesn't get to finish the sentence. I gave him a sharp blow at the mouth.

"I want you to send every single person out of here except the staff on duty." I said impatiently.

.....30 minutes later.....

"Please Don, do not kill me. I promise to return all of your money by the end of this month. I have a son and a daughter. They need me." He was already crying hysterically.

"You should have thought it through before going ahead to mess with me." I say. This man is irritating me. He thinks he can act all smug and high about challenging me and then pulling the family card at me when it comes to paying his dues? This idiot cheats on his wife everyday and now he's acting all righteous.

Ughh...How I hate cheaters.

Well here he is on his knees, in his own club at gunpoint.

My boys have all of the staff lying with their face to the ground.

I stand up and look at all the members. I then announce,

"You're all a witness to this, though I don't intend to kill anyone except of course you misbehave and then I wouldn't think twice before killing you."

Someone from the crowd shouts. "You're insane. Do you think you can get away from thi...."

Silas didn't let him finish. He kills him by putting a bullet to his stomach and then in his head.

"That's a good example. Now are there more rebels?" I ask.

"No?" Okay I guess the message has been understood.

Dalton was shivering."Don please I'll do anything you ask. Please don't kill me"

"Will you? Uhm how about I take your wife as my slave or your beautiful daughter." I said with an evil smile enjoying the scene.

"No please, not my daughter!!"

I punch him square on the face and hear a crack, he falls and bangs his head on the floor.

"I will be your slave" I looked up and saw her. My mystery woman.

"I'm his niece and I'll be your slave, please do not kill him."

Ashley's POV

Sitting on Raymond's Rolls Royce phantom, I couldn't stop thinking. And as we got closer to his mansion, I felt like I was getting closer to a Nightmare.

Good Lord! All the bravery I'd been feeling a while ago was beginning to dwindle. How did I even think I would be able to survive this guy in the first place? This was Raymond Estaban and I have just bought my way into being his slave.

I could only comfort myself with thoughts of revenge. This will all be worthwhile. As soon as I get there I'm going to carry out my plans of making him pay for what he did to my father.

This has been my dream since my dad died gruesomely in the hands of this murderer two months ago. I had since sworn to avenge his death. Today paved the opportunity I had long been looking for. Seeing Raymond in our club house this evening opened up all the wounds and pains of the past.

And when he requested for a slave I decided to take the bait admitting falsely to be Dalton's niece and it landed me in his car on the way to his mansion.

I turned slowly to look at him. He had dismissed his boys and insisted I rode with him.

He keeps a grim face showing no emotions whatsoever. Typically the face of a killer!!

I sat stock still with one hand on my jaw studying him closely. Behind his dark rimmed facial expression, his eyes were the same shade of brown as his hair. He was fit and toned and had a body made for sex. Jesus! I am literally gawking at my father's killer.

Get a grip on yourself Ash. I sat up straight and sighed. I feel like this is a mistake but I followed my impulse and there's no going back.

We turned through a dark isolated Alley. There was not a single person on the plane road. Soon we drove into an enormous compound and he pulled over. He got out without saying a single word to me.

I wanted nothing more than to get out and run away from this quandary I knowingly put myself in. But I disregarded the thought because I agreed to do this and there was no running away.

Taking deep breaths, I alighted from the car and followed his lead towards the house. As soon as the door was opened I was left awestruck. I blinked severally, finding it hard to believe that a house as large and beautiful as this existed. The interior of the building was magnificent. Definitely the most magnificent I've ever seen, the window panes, marble floor and stairs were all oozing luxury.

His boys followed him in, he stopped abruptly in front of the stairs that led upstairs. He turned and spoke to me for the first time. "Michael will lead you to your room." He proceeded to his room taking long strides over the staircase.

"Common, let me show you to your room." The one addressed as Michael said to me gently. He seemed nice.

Nah! There was definitely nothing nice about these blood thirsty mongers. I followed him to the room supposedly assigned to me.

As soon as I entered, a gasp escaped my lips. The room was really large. My eyes roamed around noticing the beautiful and expensive furniture in the room. The wardrobe is gigantic and wall length.

I walked to the big bed and sat on it. God! It was so soft.

I laid down taking long deep breaths, l loved the fragrance that welcomed me.

Hmmm.

Raymond's POV

Why is she lying? What exactly is on that pretty head of hers?

For a moment I was taken aback by her bluntness when she announced she was Dalton's niece and ready to be my slave. I looked up at her and literally saw her resolve strengthen.

Of course I knew she was lying. I'm not successful in this business by just taking people's word for it. When it comes to reading people, I do an excellent job. Moreover we already did a back up check on Dalton and his only family was his wife, two kids and a bastard son he's hiding in Los Angeles.

A knock on my door jolted me back to reality.

"Come in," I said huskily.

"What did you find on her ?" I ask Michael

"Her name is Ashley Williams. She's the daughter of Williams Cruz." He stopped looking at me, probably expecting me to realize who Williams was.

"Who the fuck is Williams Michael?" I ask impatiently.

"He's the owner of the Eastside casino that defaulted in paying up his debts." Michael said.

"Oww yeah I remember but I didn't kill Williams. He probably had some entanglement with my rival group that I wasn't interested in. They tripled his debt and I handed him over to them."

"Well, that's his daughter Ashley. My reports say she's been in town two months ago since the death of her father. She's an only child and apparently seeking her father's killer." Michael narrated.

"Interesting" I chuckled lightly. My mystery woman was on to me for revenge. I'd definitely love the turn out of the event. She probably thinks I killed her Dad.

Very silly of her to agree to be my slave but beneficial on my side.

I bite my lower lip picturing my hands on her round hip while thrusting her on my bed and moaning of my name in her mouth.

This was definitely a nice gamble, I smiled.

Michael was still standing giving me a questioning look. I gave him a look saying not today.

"You're dismissed," I told him.

"Alright Boss" and he left. My boys knew better than to question me.

She awoke feelings in me I'm not used to dealing with.

After losing my mum at a very young age. I've never known how to care for anyone except for myself.

I had to kill all emotions to excel in this business. Nothing is supposed to tie or weaken me.

"My sex slave" that's all she should and will be to me.

Ashley's POV

The beautiful crescent moon shone like a silvery claw and gave some dimming lights through the partly opened windows. The wind clattered on the roof giving the room a cozy feeling. The wind was getting heavier and it was so obvious there would be some rain pouring soon enough.

I rolled from one side of the bed to the other. I couldn't sleep. It's been a week since I came into this mansion and I've basically done nothing. I only caught a glimpse of Raymond once. He seemed oblivious of my presence.

That's a good thing. It gave me enough time to myself and also to plan my revenge.

I gave up the struggle to sleep and decided to entice myself with a cup of tea. I slipped into my night dress and gently made my way to the kitchen downstairs. After spending days here I'm finally getting familiar with the huge mansion.

The kitchen would fit the whole of my house. It's a modern exaggerated kitchen. Literally everything in the mansion is exaggerated. The kitchen tile and cupboard is completely white. Every item fitted perfectly to its place.

I filled the kitchen kettle, switched it on and took a seat on the large dining table in the kitchen. I fiddled with the tea cup while watching the stove from the corner of my eyes. The heat from the stove had misted the kitchen window.

I stood up and turned off the knob of the stove. A slight movement at my back made me turn abruptly and the tea cup came crashing to the floor.

Raymond was standing just a few paces from me on his dark robe and exposed chest. His eyes were looking steel and dead. What was worse is that he is terribly good looking. With his dark brown silky hair and a towering height. He was muscularly built. His biceps showed clearly. His presence screamed power. In a scary way his darkness seemed beautiful.

He stared at me with those dark murderous eyes. His expression remained still and silent. His jaw was still and set and he just stood towering above me.

"What are you doing here?" He asked in a deep voice.

"I came down to grab a cup of tea" I bent down in an attempt to gather the broken piece of cup.

"Get up" He said and took a step closer.

My hands shook as I tried to stand up. I was scared out of my fucking mind. The tension in the room was evident as I stood up and stared at him. I felt like cringing under his gaze but I didn't. I stood straight trying not to cower. I promised myself to make this man's life a living hell.

He moved closer looking me up from up to down.

"Strip." He muttered gruffly.

I froze, my eyes went wild and my body went cold.

"Didn't you agree to be my slave? Don't you know what being a slave entails? Now strip!" He said coldly.

He had this smirk on his face suggesting he was enjoying himself. He found this funny, he was the kind of guy that takes pleasure in another's fear. I have known that much about him.

I have never been sexually intimate with anyone before. Growing up I've had tons of guys that liked me and wanted those things but I was always uninterested and dismissed them.

Of course I was confident with my body. I just didn't feel fine getting naked in front of a total stranger, especially if the stranger was a ruthless Mafia.

"You have just five seconds to strip Ashley, or I will be forced to do it for you myself and trust me you wouldn't like it."

The way he pronounced my name gave me goosebumps.

My lips trembled as I shrugged out of my night dress. The material fell into a pile at my feet and I was left only in my bra and a lacy underwear.

His evil eyes took me in, he looked me up and down making no attempt to hide the sudden bulge in his pants as he nodded for me to take off the rest.

Tears welled in my eyes as I slid off my bra and took off my underwear. I folded my arms over myself trying to cover my boobs as I blinked away hot tears.

He came even closer and said in a whisper "You're so beautiful Ashley."

My eyes flickered to the man standing in front of me. He looked so adorable, if only he wasn't such a beast. He picked up my dress and placed it over my body. "You should go to bed, I'll need you to accompany me to an event tomorrow. I'll have a stylist come over and fix you up."

Fix me up huh! I wasn't some tool that needed fixing but I said nothing and just stared at him.

He gave my body another glance before he left.

I couldn't believe he let me go just like that. I quickly slid into my dress and headed to my room. The tea I came for was completely forgotten.

Raymond's POV

I got in my dark room. I finally felt like I could breathe properly. I knew I had the power to do what I wanted with her, but something about her had managed to push my destructive nature right behind me. Instead, she had managed to wrap herself around me. For days now I've been trying to avoid her. It made me sick that she had that much effect on me.

Seeing her in her glorious body tonight has really messed with me. I wanted so badly to grab her and run my hands over her beautiful skin.

Using my power over her wouldn't bring me the satisfaction I thought it would. No, I wanted her to give herself to me willingly.

I couldn't get her out of my fucking mind. Even after knowing who she was, it didn't change a damn thing. I picked up my phone and dialed Vicky's number. "I need you in my room right now". I frequently slept with Vicky; it was a routine I didn't think much about until now. Now having to use her as one of my outlets filled me with irritation.

There was a light knock on my door.

"Come in."

Vicky walked in as seductively as she could. She walked up to me and pouted her lips.

"Did you miss me?" She whispered as she leaned closer to me, pressing her hand to my face.

"Are you going to get on your knees or not?" I snatched her hands away from my face, my words vicious and leaving no rooms for her feelings.

She seemed to think through her situation before she came to terms with it. She dropped to the floor and started to undo my belt. Her hand rubbed over me through my trousers, teasing me before she got down to the real work. But even as she pleasured me my mind was stuck.