My Mafia Lovestory

Hiding in the bushes, Julie blended in with her surroundings, her curly blonde hair concealed beneath a black beanie. Her pale skin and sea-green eyes remained hidden as she waited patiently for Mr. Santos' imposing SUV to pull up in front of the iron-wrought gates.

For as long as she could remember, Julie had relied on Mr. Santos' large vehicle to shield her from the watchful eyes of the security cameras that monitored her father's mansion. Sneaking out was a breeze; all she had to do was scale the wall where the cameras couldn't see her. However, slipping back in proved to be a challenge, as her father had installed cameras at every corner outside the estate, seemingly without any security concerns.

Fortunately, Mr. Santos' frequent visits to her father provided Julie with the perfect cover. Assuming their meetings were business-related, she observed them from afar as they conversed in low tones in her father's office. Even her nosy younger half-brother, Edward, often attempted to eavesdrop but only succeeded in embarrassing himself by stumbling through the door.

Julie had caught glimpses of Mr. Santos on a few occasions, noting his towering stature and broad shoulders that resembled tree trunks. Despite his intimidating presence, he possessed a rugged attractiveness that intrigued her, ticking all the boxes of a rough and rugged man.

Short dark hair and dark hooded eyes underneath thick straight brows. He had a tall nose, a chiselled jawline kissed by a light stubble, and wide pink lips. And his tan skin said he spent a lot of time in the sun or was due to his Colombian heritage. Julie assumed he was Colombian, Mexican, or Puerto Rican; she had heard her father conversing with him in Spanish.

Hearing the sound of a car approaching, she crawled onto her knees and waited for the car to slow to a halt. Thereafter, she darted out of the brushes as the big G-Waggon blocked her view of the camera. Julie kneeled beside the front wheels, watching the gates swing open.

She kept up with the speed of the car, and once she was outside the range of the camera, she darted across the lawn, circling the house to the back door she purposely left open.

Jamie watched her tiny, retreating figure with a content smirk. Nothing had changed about the girl who had charmed him with her antics.

He had first laid eyes on Harry's secret daughter, or rather, illegitimate child, a few years ago. She was probably no older than 16 years old at the time. She had jumped out from nowhere, scaring the life out of his driver as she stayed close to the car, probably trying to sneak back home without her father releasing her.

It had amused him. She did this every time she knew he was coming; she had been using him as a shield.

The irony, he had thought. Jamie was the type to use people to his advantage, to simply get ahead; nobody used him.

Because nobody dared to.

Until the naive little girl did.

Back then, he was going to give her father a warning for not being able to control his daughter until he really saw her for the first time. The long blonde curls and those green eyes dot with blue flecks. Her oval-shaped face has perfect plum lips and rosy cheeks. She was gorgeous; it was clear as day.

And, for the first time, his heart began beating-he was finally alive.

That's when it all started for him-his obsession with Harry Howard's daughter. During his absence from America, he had his men keep a close eye on her since her father wasn't. He did it to keep her safe and to ensure no one touched her because she was his. His to claim, his touch, and his to keep.

Thankfully, he didn't have to dispose of any bodies during the two years he had waited for her. No boyfriends, no flings-nothing.

After his 35th birthday, he realised he couldn't wait for her. Then, the opportunity to take her from Harry's grasp came like a blessing. Jamie had discovered a variance in his shipments.

His goods were going missing, and he had a hunch that Harry may have something to do with it. He was a broker, and Jamie wouldn't be surprised if he had taken his goods and started selling them himself. Lately, he noticed millions had been deposited into Harry's account.

His line of work was sophisticated, hence why he kept close eyes on those he did business with. He monitored their lives, noted down who they met on a daily basis, and what went in and out of their bank accounts. It was all to ensure nobody backstabbed him.

Just because he wasn't in the country didn't mean he didn't have ears or eyes. His men were everywhere, in all the deepest and darkest corners of the world. No one could hide from him, and no secrets could be kept from him.

Harry greeted him on the porch of his mansion. Unlike his daughter with her thick hair, the man was balding and turning grey. He stood at an average height, but beside Jamie, he looked like a dwarf. Julie clearly didn't get her beautiful features from him.

A round face and a rounder belly.

He grimaced at the way the man had let himself go. He had known him for years, and this was how he ended up ageing.

"Hola!" He said with a smile, "How long has it been, Jamie?"

"A while." He answered nonchalantly, "I'm here on business."

Nodding, Harry invites him in, leading him up the familiar twin staircases. As he is led down the corridor, in the corner of his eyes, Jamie spots Julie, dressed in her usual all-black clothing, darting into her bedroom, bringing a small smile to his face.

They take their usual spots by the arched windows that overlook the back garden. His men, security that he had brought along, wait patiently outside the office.

A maid quietly walks into the room; her eyes kept lowering as she served them drinks.

Harry was a man of many talents, particularly in languages; thus, their meetings often took place in Spanish. He was fluent in several languages, particularly Arabic, and Swahili was often the most useful since his wealthiest buyers were from those regions. He played the part Jamie had hired him to do well.

"What business do you have?"

"Let's start with the fact that some of my shipments have gone missing." He said this, eyeing the man with ferocious intensity.

He was visibly sweating, tugging at his collar as if he were going to give her some air. The point-blank claim had unsettled him, catching him off guard.

"Not only that, you have been receiving millions from private accounts." Jamie continued, "Do you see where I am going with this?"

"It's not what you think it is." He hastily denied it. "I'm loyal to you."

Pushing back the satisfied smirk, he clenched his jaw instead, feigning irritation to scare him a little. Harry was caught like a deer in headlights; he was willing to do anything now not to be buried six feet under. Men like him were afraid of pain, of death, and of losing what they valued the most-their lives and their money.

Right now, Jamie was controlling the gears, and he could force whatever he wanted from Harry. Good for him; he had something that was valuable to him. Something he wanted.

His daughter.

"Prove it to me." He ordered daringly. "Show me how loyal you are."

He gulped, tearing his eyes away from Jamie's intensity. "What is it that you want?"

"I want your daughter." He stated it not a moment too late.

A surprised gasp escapes him. Harry had been keeping her a secret since she moved in with him four years ago. Her mother had gone mentally insane and was hospitalised, and unfortunately for him, he was Julie's next of kin.

He hadn't known about her since he was forced to go and pick her up at a temporary home. Ever since then, he has kept her in the mansion for the sake of his wife and his reputation.

Julie was homeschooled, had no friends, and had no hobbies; she was isolated from the world. So, how did he know about her?

"I don't have a daughter." He stuttered, blinking away the sweat that had dropped into his eyes. His last effort to defend his reputation was futile.

Harry wasn't a dumb man. He didn't ignore rumours that were circulating in their upper society. He heard them and was ashamed and embarrassed of himself. His wife wasn't happy, especially since she had to care for a daughter who wasn't hers.

He had let her stay on the condition that she take care of her own needs, complete her schoolwork in silence, and not disturb the rest of them.

"So, who's the girl that has been sneaking back into your home using my car as a shield from the camera?" He raised an eyebrow, not wanting to believe this man was so dense he hadn't noticed his daughter going missing.

He pursed his lips, unable to come up with an excuse. He shouldn't have a problem giving up his daughter to his man; she was nothing but an embarrassment. If that was all he wanted, then fine, he could have her.

"Is that all you want?" He questioned me curiously. "Why do you even want her?"

"I've been looking for a wife," Jamie admitted. As her father, he believed Harry had the right to know what he intended to do with his daughter. "I'm going to marry her." He looked him dead in the eye and said, "Hopefully this will tie us together and strengthen our alliances. So, don't you dare try to double-cross me again."

He clearly shakes in fear at the warning, nodding in absolute compliance. Harry, knowing his place now, won't dare cross a man like Jamie ever. A man like him had the talent of causing several disappearances and horrible deaths. Decapitation, being buried alive, and drownings-all the terrible and frightening ways to die. He didn't want to think about what would happen if he didn't have a daughter at the moment. Would he be dead now? His entire family was slaughtered due to his greed.

Julie, his only daughter, was useful after all.

Julie quickly changed into a casual outfit, opting for black jeans, a strappy crop top, and a beige cardigan. She gathered her blonde curls into a ponytail before cautiously peeking out of her room to ensure the coast was clear.

Stepping into the corridor, Julie's expression soured when she spotted her half-brother, Edward, loitering by the staircase. His maroon suit clashed terribly with his fiery red hair, and he wore a smug expression that grated on her nerves.

"Matrimonio," he smirked. "Do you know what it means?"

Julie scowled. "No, and I don't care. Stop being a little pest."

She brushed past him, descending the stairs, but his words stopped her in her tracks.

"Dad is going to marry you off to Mr. Santos," Edward laughed. "He's finally getting rid of you!"

Julie glared at him, her fists clenched tightly to restrain herself from lashing out. Their relationship was far from amicable - they were more like sworn enemies. Edward had harbored animosity towards her from the moment she arrived in their home, and the feeling was mutual. To Julie, he resembled a pesky gremlin she'd love to squish.

She resisted the urge to retaliate; she knew antagonizing him would only escalate their conflict, especially with his mother and their father involved. Besides, Edward's knowledge was limited - he couldn't even pass his Spanish test, let alone understand the complexities of their family affairs.

The kitchen was deserted when Julie entered. She gathered the ingredients to make a sandwich while watching a recording her tutor had sent her to recap their last lesson. She was homeschooled and she hated it. No matter how often she protested, her father always found away to shut down her whining.

He didn't have to tell her his reasons - he was embarrassed to have an illegitimate child. But she was older than Edward by three years, he hadn't meet his current wife then.

It didn't matter. What happened, happened and as soon as she graduated Julie planned on ditching her current life for one so much simpler.

She wanted what she had back - her mother, their little house on a quiet neighbour and maybe they'll adopt a dog or cat, either was fine.

Since she was child, Julie recalled her mother suffering from severe schizophrenia. By the time she was 14 years old, her mother had become incapable of taking care of her. She was immediately admitted to hospital and she was shipped off to her father. At least, the institute her mother was currently in was about hours journey. That's where she went everyday whilst her everyone at home thought she was studying - basically being a model student. Julie would leave before anyone woke up, catching the first bus out of town and returning before anyone questions her whereabouts.

It was the perks of being homeschooled.

Taking her plate upstairs in one hand and a drink in the other, she drifted upstairs completely lost in thought that she didn't see her father's wide eye pinned on her as he emerges from the hallway with his guest.

"Julie!" He hissed, catching her attention.

Startled, Julie halted in the middle of staircases, green eyes nervously darting between to the two men at the top of the stairs.

Her mouth parted slightly as she sucked in a sharp breath. The man she had only every seen from a distance was standing only a few feet away. His looks up close was sharper, darker and more rugged. He was handsome but his presence made her uncomfortable especially the way his dark eyes lingered on her expose midriff.

She tighten the cardigan around, suddenly feeling subconscious. She had a good body from years of ballet and gymnastics but all that was put to an end when her mother needed someone to keep a watchful eye on her. Still, Julie exceeded in gym class and considered joining track and field but that also needed plenty of time and attention to which she couldn't spare.

She still kept fit, doing home exercises and yoga so she didn't really need to feel self conscious. But, the way he looked at her, as if she was his next meal, made uneasiness course though her body.

"This is my business partner, Jamie." He introduced her. "I don't think you two have met before."

"No we haven't." She said, brows twisting in confusion. Her father never introduced his business partner to her. She wasn't important enough, Edward had told her.

"It's nice to meet you, Julie." Jamie stated, eyes gleaming in playfulness. "I hope we can get acquainted soon."

She remained frozen, rooted in the middle of staircase watching Jamie's leather shoes coming closer. He paused in front of her, big hand reaching for her chin. Julie slammed her eyes shut, feeling her face being forced up to Jamie's own. His breath fanned her face while nostrils take into his musky manly scent.

Spiced vanilla with a hint of lemon. She gulped, sensing his soft lips pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

"It was lovely to finally meet you, mi tesoro." He whispered.

Jamie watched her pale cheeks turned bright red with a smile. Embarrassed by a little innocent statement, she was truly adorable. He released her chin, climbing down the last of the steps with her father and his men following closely behind. Before leaving, he turned to see her still glued to her place. She'll be his soon.

Harry follows him out.

"I hope to marry her by the end of the month. Make sure to break the news to her by then." He said, "The reception and everything else will be prepared by me." He slid on a pair of designer black sunglasses. "Only the best for my Princess."

Nodding, Harry bid him goodbye with a blank expression. He gets to plan the wedding while he was left to deal with teenager, mood swings and all. That's what he thought she was going to be like when he first meet her. Edward hasn't reach his rebellious teenager phrase yet and probably never will, so he didn't know what to expect when she had moved in - he didn't know how to raise a teenager and a daughter at that.

To his surprise, she was quiet and reserved. Spoken when spoken to, she kept to herself. The girl was dressed in thrifted clothing and worn out shoes. She hadn't ever asked him for anything yet he still deposited thousands into her bank account every month. He didn't know whether it was his fatherly instinct taking over or he just felt sorry he hadn't been there for her.

Even to this day, she didn't spend more than a dime.

Harry turned back into the house, catching her before she disappeared down the corridor.

"Julie!"

She turned face him, watching him stroll up the staircase.

"I know I shouldn't be out of my room when you have guests." She sighed, "I'm sorry about that but I was hungry." She waved her food in front of her. "Couldn't wait."

She turned on her heel again, desperate to leave his presences. He watched her enter her bedroom with a clenched fist. Digging his nails into his palm was the only to forget about the guilt creeping up into his chest. It shouldn't be hard to dispose of my mouth he didn't chose to feed. They had no connection apart from the 50% of dna in her veins. Yet, he didn't understand the emotion caught in his throat.

The realisation hits hard harder than a bus, he just used his own child as a scapegoat to save his own ass.

~*~

Sleep didn't come easy for her that night. After escaping her father's scolding, she returned to her room ready to focus on her school work. However, her mind was elsewhere. She could still feel Jamie's warm lips pressed against her cheek no matter how hard she tried to wipe it off.

He made her feel hot, to point she wanted to strip naked and jump into a cold shower.

All concentration had left her body, leaving her rolling around on the bed in frustration. She had tried calling her mother to help relax her mind but the doctor's said she was on medication that made her drowsy.

Dinner with the family wasn't great either. Especially when Edward sat across from with a smug expression, taunting her. His smile said he knew something that she didn't then she remembered what he had said earlier. Her father intended to marry her off to man she didn't even know.

She swallowed, Edward was a liar and a bully. He was lying, he had to be. There was no way her father would do something like that, it was cruel and inhumane to handle over your child like that.

Edward was lying. Edward always lied.

"Fuck, Julie!" Jamie groaned, grabbing the crown of curly blonde hairs as he fucked the whore from behind.

Her face was turned away from him, so he didn't have to see the truth-she wasn't Julie. But the blonde curls were close enough for him. He had gagged the blonde to stop her moans; he didn't want to hear a single sound that wasn't hers. He tied her hands behind her to stop her from touching him; he only wanted Julie to touch him.

Pushing her head into the mattress, and like a ruthless animal, he plunged into her balls deep. Pulling back and slamming in so ferociously, he hit the back of her cervix, causing tears to flood down her eyes. It hurt; it was painful but also blissful. She had made her cum plenty of times already; one more, and she would break from cum drunkenness.

He imagined Julie underneath him quivering, rolling her green eyes back in pleasure as his dick stretched her cunt. His shaft is visible underneath the smooth skin of her stomach. It encouraged him to move faster, going in and out at such an impossible speed that the bed rattled, almost coming off its hinges. The whore cried, her knees buckled, and her face fell onto the mattress.

"Fuck," he growled, feeling his release nearing. With one more rough thrust, he spilled inside the condom, a low groan escaping his lips.

Jamie collapsed on the bed, his dick falling limp on top of his stomach. Chiselled chest, glistening with sweat as it heaves up and down. He untied the restraints on his toy, ignored her, and didn't even bid her goodbye. The butler in the penthouse was going to give her a massive pay check anyway; that was enough to satisfy her.

Reaching for his phone, he dialled Howard's household and heard Harry's groggily voice.

"Howard Residences."

"How is my bride?" He asked, throwing a hand underneath his head. "Have you told her?"

"No." Harry swallowed. It's been over a week now.

And the wedding preparation was in full swing. A grand ceremony in Bogotá cost billionaires. All of his allies were invited, coming from all over the world. He wanted to show her off and boast that he was the luckiest man alive.

"Time is ticking." He warned with malice. "I don't want a crying bride at the alter."

Ending the call, and a picture of Julie appears on his phone screen. He had hundreds of pictures on his phone, sent to him by the security he had trailed her, and some were from her social media accounts he had saved. He chose his favourite one to be his home and lock screen.

Seeing her face harden his cock, he was once again filled with a ferocious carnal urge. His hand gripped his cock, tugging it slightly, causing him to hiss in slow, burning pleasure. He wanted Julie's tongue licking his shaft and his teeth grazing his tip. He wanted her to suck him like she sucked her favourite candy.

The moment he weds her, Jamie plans to devour her body and soul. Fill her holes with his seed and breed her; watch her belly swell with his children. He waited for years; he won't wait any longer.

To calm his urges, he moved his hand up and down his length, imagining those hands were hers. It was the only way he could satisfy himself.

~*~

Pacing back and forth around her bedroom, eyes flickering outside, she saw the security guard with big Alsatians patrolling every inch the cameras didn't catch. It had been two weeks since she last left the property. Julie was now desperate to get out.

She considered asking her father to let her go out, at least to just visit her mother. But he had been avoiding her to the point where he didn't show up for dinner anymore. One time she knocked on his office door, and he coldly warned her not to bother him again with her whining.

She wasn't whining; she hadn't even opened her mouth.

Although they never had a good relationship, he never acted harshly towards her. Usually he settled for small nods or point blank ignore with a weary face. His cold tone had dabbed painfully in the chest to the point she wanted to cry. Not because it hurt, but because she was frustrated. Her gut was telling her something was up, and everyone around her knew.

Edward was the worst of them all. His teasing had continued, and occasionally, when he walked past her in the hallway, he'd start whistling, "Here comes the bride," with a smug face. At first, Julie had brushed off another one of his antics, but it was slowly getting into her head. He knew something she didn't, and whatever it was, she wasn't going to like it.

It had something to do with her father and, most likely, Jamie Santos. Perhaps what Edward had said before was the truth, and he wasn't lying. Or, he had gotten so far deep in her head that she was just being paranoid.

A few days had passed, and Julie, with enough encouragement, marched to her father's office. To her surprise, the door was left ajar, and she could hear her father speaking nervously, switching between English and Spanish. Through the gap, she saw him standing stiffly by the window, his back turned to her.

She froze as her name left his mouth. He was conversing in Spanish with the person on the other end. His conversation halted, and he began speaking in English.

"I haven't told her yet."

"I understand."

"No, I don't think you will have to push back the wedding. I'll have her ready and packed by the end of the week, Jamie."

Edward wasn't lying.

An involuntarily loud noise leaves her, a cross between a gasp and horror. It was loud enough for her father to hear. He rolled to his face, his eyes hardening, then twisted in fury as he saw her between the gaps.

"I got to go." He said this into the phone, quickly ending the call. "Julie." He turned to her.

But she was already dashing down the hallway and into her room, locking the door shut. Her back hits the door, and she slides to the floor, losing the will to keep herself up.

She could hear his rough breathing before he started banging on her door and rattling the handle.

"Open the door!" He demanded through gritted teeth. She ignored him, hugging her knees to her chest. "Open this damn door right now!"

Pulling herself from the ground, she pressed her ear against the door. With a slow, shaking breath, she uttered, "Is what Edward said true? You're marrying me off to Mr. Santos."

The silence was so deafening that her ears began ringing. It was so loud that she almost didn't catch his next answer.

"Yes," he answered.

"Well, I won't marry him." She laughed so hysterically that tears poured down her cheeks. Maybe laughing was her coping mechanism, or she just found it all too comedic.

She didn't know.

Her father rattled the door handle again. He was angry, and Julie could feel it rolling off him in waves through the door.

"Find yourself locked in there." He spat, kicking the door slightly. "I'll inform him, as you now know, and he'll be here by morning to come and fetch you." He cleared his throat. "Then you'll be out of my home, and I'd have gotten rid of another burden."

Ignoring the sting in her chest, Julie stepped back from the door, a scream of frustration threatening to explode within her. If she was a burden, then why did he take her in? He could have said no, and they'd let her stay in foster care.

Pacing back and forth, she began formulating a plan in her head. She had to get out of here, but she had nowhere else to go. And it wasn't going to be easy to get out of the house, especially when it was still light out.

Midnight, she had to wait until midnight when the guards clocked out and everyone was in bed. Julie was fairly certain the next guard wouldn't arrive until three in the morning, so she had three hours to get away.

With not a moment to spare, she dug out a backpack and a small duffle, filling them both with clothes and her personal belongings. She fished a spare coin from her bedside table and counted approximately $400. It was enough for now.

The half hour before midnight, Julie tiptoed down to the kitchen dressed in black combat trousers and a grey hoodie underneath a checkered Sherpa jacket. She washed and straightened her curls so that they weren't left in a mess under her black cap.

She shoved breakfast bars and some fruit in her back before slinging them and the duffle over her shoulders. Julie opened the kitchen door to the garage, unchained Edward's bike, the one he never used, from the wall, and quietly slipped out onto the driveway.

Unlocking the gates, she pedalled out, not caring that the security camera was watching her every move. She was making a point, letting her father know that she was human and that she had the right to choose her own future. Marrying Jamie Santos was not in it.

Julie had yet to figure out where she was going. The first stop she intended to make was a cash point, where she would withdraw enough cash to last her for the month. Then, she cycled towards her mother's hospital, where she was hoping to discharge her mother. She was 18 years old, old enough to be her mother's guardian.

Then, they would leave town, start fresh somewhere new, and live the life she always envisioned.