Mafia KIng and his Obsessed Slave

Martina's POV

"Bye, Matteo," I giggled and waved my hand to my friend while we parted ways. He smiled warmly while waving back at me and replied, "Bye, Martina," .

"I'm home, Mom," I said as my mother replied, "Welcome, dear. Now go and freshen up. Let's eat lunch together; your father is coming for lunch. That came as a shock." I looked at my mom with a quizzical look, a raised eyebrow as she finished her statement about my dad's coming.

"Dad will be here for lunch?" My father doesn't come for lunch due to work, he is a busy lawyer, the most sort after in the city, so he hardly made it for lunch but he was going to be here for lunch today, that's odd. "Yes, dear, he said he had something to tell us that's why he is coming and while he's here he'd also have lunch."

'Then it must be important,' I thought and went inside my room to freshen up. After taking a cold shower, I came out of the bathroom wearing a comfortable pair of clothes. I dried my long black hair with a towel and let them open for a moment.

The sound of a horn indicating my father's arrived beamed. I smiled consciously and went outside my room to open the door. "Welcome, Dad!" Her father hugged her and patted her head softly as they came inside. "How lucky I am to get such a sweet daughter as her, right, Isabella?"

He asked his wife, waiting for a reply from her but she rolled her eyes at his antics and said, "Yea, yea, such a sweet daughter, and what about your wife? Isn't she sweet?" She asked while walking towards the couch in which the we had both settled in.

I chuckled. "She is also very good but just a little less than my daughter," he said, and then we both high-fived, making my Mom shake her head at us. I and my father love to irritate Mom until she becomes furious sometimes, and then we both have to face her playful wrath together.

She joined us on the couch. "How was your day, Vincent?" My mom asked him as he said, "Well, it was nice, but this evening there is a business event where many rich and powerful people are going to come, and this is being hosted by one of my important clients." The ladies listened to him quietly.

"Ohh, then you will be busy tonight, right?" I spoke as my bright face got dull and a small pout formed at my lips. My father's chest got tight as he said. "Hey, hey, little miss, don't be sad; my client has invited all of us" he said as my brown eyes got bright with excitement.

"But--" both looked at him curiously and said at the same time. "But what?" their voice sounded with a hint of desperation "As I said, there are going to be rich and powerful people along with some mafias, and I really don't want you to get involved in this, so you people are not goi--" "Dad" I didn't let him finish his sentence and whined loudly.

"Let us go to the event, please," I said as my father sighed. "Try to understand, Martina; that place will be filled with many dangerous people," he spoke softly as I shook my head. "But you will also be there with those people," she argued. "No means no," he spoke with a little hardness while glaring at me, making my chin wobble.

"Mom," I pleaded with my cracked voice "No, Martina, listen to your dad." My mother's stern voice made me look at my lap, accepting the defeat. "We don't want to risk you, baby," my mother cooed as Martina silently nodded. "Ok, after this event we will go for a family picnic, ok?" Her father said that, trying to cheer me up.

"O-okk." A tear slid down my face but I wiped it immediately, but my parents noticed it as they glanced at each other. I always cried whenever my parents raised their voice at me; that's why I always do what they tell me to do. I have been sensitive since I was a child. My life just roamed around my friend Matteo and my parents.

But I always wanted to attend formal events like this. Due to my being introverted and shy, I've never attended a single party in my nineteen years of existence. But today I had this golden chance to attend one, and moreover, my parents would also be present but I'm still denied the pleasure. I wanted to see what a party was like, i don't care about the dangerous people attending, it was a party, that's supposed to be a merry place I think.

My father's chest got tight as he sighed before saying. "Ok, ok, don't cry; we will go." I glanced at him to confirm if he was lying so I wouldn't cry or actually telling the truth. When I saw that he was not lying, a smile sprang from my face as I spoke.

"I promise you that I won't leave your side for a second." My mother was still a little hesitant but nonetheless nodded and said. "Ok, ok, now let's eat lunch, or it will get cold due to your emotional blackmailing." The atmosphere transforms from tense to light by her joke as we all laughed hysterically.

After lunch my father went back to work and told us to be ready by 8pm. I helped my mother with dishes and then went to my room to take a rest. I glanced at the clock as it was almost 4pm.

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I sank to my bed as the thought of the evening's event crossed my mind as some strange feeling washed through me, which was a little different from the excitement.

How many people are going to come there? Anxiety starts eating me from the inside as I take some deep breaths to calm down my racing heart and tensed nerves. I'm not comfortable with many people around me, but still I have to overcome this fear of mine.

I shut my eyes tightly and consoled myself that I can do it. Slowly sleep starts consuming me, and I drifted into it.

Martina's POV

"Wow," my Mom said as she saw me standing in front of her in a full knee-length, simple but elegant red dress which was hiding my curves perfectly. My long black hair stood in a wavy pattern as a chuckle left my light-ish red lips. My eyes twinkled as I walked towards my mother in short heels.

"You are looking so beautiful, dear." redness crept on my cheeks as I stood by my mother who was looking awesome in her blue dress as she caressed my head making a smile etched on my face. It was around 8 pm as we both waited for my dad to come out.

"Not more than you, Mum." I gave my mother a beautiful smile, which made her coo at me. Our conversation got broken by my dad's voice. "How am I looking, my ladies?"

Vincent opens his arms while standing in front of them as I show a thumbs up to him while smiling. "Good," my Mom said, which made my Dad scowl as he spoke. "I know I'm looking handsome, right, Martina?" I nodded.

"See?" he said as he look at my mom, she rolled her eyes, making me snicker at their bickerings then he turned to me. "Martina," his voice turned serious as my smile faded while listening to him as she replied. "Yes, Dad, I'm all ears," I said as he continued.

"At the event, you will not go anywhere without us, and you will not leave your mother's side till we reach home," he said sternly but with concern laced in his voice as I nodded my head in understanding. I knew that they were being strict just for my safety, but whenever they raised their voice at me, I get overwhelmed. Vincent is behaving overprotectively, because he knows the truth of the world.

"If by any chance you can't find us, do not talk to anyone. I repeat myself: DO NOT talk to anyone, and if someone tries to say something you, ignore them. You will not reply. Understood?" He said pressuring each and every word with sternness yet softness.

"Okk, Dad," she replied softly, making him smile. "Let's go," he spoke as they step forward, I stopped and said. "Wait, you both go; I forgot my phone, I said and went back to my room to get it.

"Isabella, listen carefully. Don't leave Martina's hand there; I have to attend to many people there," he spoke with worry. "Don't worry, Vincent; I will not leave her alone," she assured him as she understood his tension.

"You know our daughter – she is way too fragile for this world," he said calmly as they stepped outside their house. "I know, but we can't keep her hidden forever," she spoke. "Whom are you both talking about?" I interrupted from behind as they both shook their heads.

"Nothing. Did you get your phone?" Mom asked as I nodded my head while waving it, making both of them smile.

"Ok, let's go," Vincent said while getting inside the car. I took the back seat as they wore the seatbelt. The engine roared, and soon the car got in motion.

"Did you remember what I told you, Martina?" He said while focusing on the road, gaining my attention. "Yes, Dad, I remember. I won't leave both of your sides even for a second," I replied, making my parents smile.

I was looking outside the car, seeing the beautiful city of New York twinkling in the night with lights as I thought about my destination, and again that strange feeling came crashing into my mind, making me startled. I was trying to ignore it again and again.

Soon the car halted, and a big and luxurious hotel. The Sheraton. My heart skipped a beat with a lump formed in my throat, but I swallowed it and formed a smile on my face as my mom and dad came out of the car, followed by me.

I could see many luxury cars and limos, and I got that confirmation that there were many rich people. Mom held my hand as they started walking with me in between them. As we got to the entrance, there were two stoic bodyguards with big guns in their hands, and I immediately regretted my decision of coming here.

Unknowingly I clutched my mom's hand, making her look at me. "What's wrong, Martina? Are you fine, dear?" She said softly as we passed them, making Martina release her breath. "I'm f-fine, Mom; it's just a little cold here," she lied, because if I told them the truth, my father would immediately drop me at home, and I didn't want to miss the event.

As we stepped inside the big hall, all the feelings inside me got thrown out of the window. I gasped as I saw the most beautiful scenery I've ever seen in my life, this was more than a party, this was a beautiful sighting. "Wow." I roamed my eyes around the hall and again gasped, taking in its beauty.

My brown eyes twinkled seeing the ethereal beauty. I came out of my trance when my mother slightly shook me. I looked around at the people and found most of them staring at me casually, making my ears burn up a little as I looked down.

A bunch of ladies chuckled while seeing my reaction as they again busied themselves on their own. In the crowd, a pair of grey eyes was watching my every move keenly, and when I blushed, it got dark.

I was unaware of the fact that I unknowingly caught the attention of someone, someone dark and mysterious.

The sleek, black Porsche stopped in front of a big and luxurious hotel. "Sir, we are here," the driver informs the person sitting inside the car with a cold expression on his face. The driver immediately hopped out of the car to open the door for the person.

As soon as the door opened, lights flashed as all the cameras' focus was on the door, waiting for this person to come out. The person put his foot on the floor as everyone held their breaths, and the media and paparazzi were waiting for him to come out.

His shoes shone, as one could see its face on it. In one swift motion, there he stood, looking like a Greek god with his well-built body, which was underneath an elegant greyish suit, which looked a hundred times better after he wore it.

He adjusted his coat and Rolex as the media and paparazzi flashed lights on him. The bodyguards made them stand at a distance. He started walking further as the reporters bombarded him with many questions, which he didn't even get bothered to reply to. He was none other than Pedro Fernando

Pedro's POV

I stepped inside the hotel and went to the hall. As soon as I entered, everyone got silent, and a bunch of young ladies oggled at me, but I gave them my hard stare, making them freeze their excitement, which made me smirk. As I walked further, some people from the business approached me.

"Mr Fernando!" I mentally cursed the person as I turned around to find Thomas Black. One of my minor business associates with a chick in a tiny flowery gown, looking at me with her lustful eyes. The sight of her staring at me got me furious; I wanted to rip her head apart right there and not give a fuck.

"It is pleasurable to meet you, Sir," he spoke as I nodded my head. "Meet my daughter, Amelia Black," he said. Ohh, so this bitch is his daughter. She forwarded her hand for a handshake as I looked at it with a boring expression before glancing at her face and ignoring it.

She put her hands back when she didn't get a response from me as they nervously let out a laugh before Thomas spoke. "Mr Fernando, Santos is going to give his speech in a few minutes," he said as I hummed before parting ways away from him. Santos Jones was the hoister of this event.

I stood at the area of the bar and drank a shot before my breath got hitched, my eyes landed on a girl standing at the entrance in between a lady and Vincent Brown, the greatest and most brilliant lawyer in New York. She observed the hall with her brown eyes as it shone, making something ignite inside me.

She wore an elegant red dress which reached her knee and a pair of sandals with her long black hair open and a little makeup over her flawless skin, making her look so adorable.

She blushed and clutched the lady's hand tightly as I got the urge to protect her from everyone. Most of the women here are almost naked, but she was looking breathtaking in just a simple and full dress. Everyone stared at her, making her feel embarrassed as her ears and cheeks turned red.

How will it feel to bite them?

I smirked at the thought as my eyes were stuck on her as she walked with Vincent and his wife. She was looking at everything with curiosity, just like a kitten. My soon-to-be kitten...

Something powerful burnt inside me at the thought of her being "my kitten", but as soon as she was out of my sight, I took another shot of tequila with the burning sensation remaining in my throat; her face was burnt in my heart.

Her brown eyes, in which I want to be drowned. Her cheeks, which I want to caress forever, and that button nose. Her lips, from which I want to suck the life out of her. She was like a shiny star in my lightless life. A shiny little star. My star

At this point I know that she has gotten herself in trouble because she will become mine either she wants it or not. A thought crossed my mind, making me smirk.

'You'll be mine, little star.' I said to myself as I thought of her.

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Martina 's POV

My parents and I were walking together, observing everything in the event. Suddenly we stopped, and I gave attention to the reason we did and found a man with a woman who was his wife in front of them as Vincent shook hands with the man.

"Welcome, Vincent," the man said as I stared at him curiously while keeping quiet and holding my mother's hand like a five-year-old child. "Meet my wife, Isabella Brown, and my daughter, Martina Brown," Vincent said while gesturing to us, while the man and woman looked at us.

My mom and I smiled before Vincent spoke again. "This is Santos Jones and his wife, Raechel." They listened quietly. "Hello," Isabella said as Raechal replied with the same gesture.

"Hi," I said, catching the four of their attention, and the Jones couple cooed at her smiling face, making her cheeks to heat up again. "She is so adorable, Isabella," Raechal spoke as she chuckled, making Martina blush profusely.