Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Property

GIANNA POV

"You cannot do that, Father!" I said angrily, slamming my hand against the table while trying to control my rising anger, but I was failing.

My father looked up from his papers, adjusted his glasses, then went back to his work, completely ignoring me. After a moment, he set his papers aside, settled into his seat, and picked up a cigar. One of his guards standing behind him lit it for him.

He took a drag, blowing smoke into the air while staring at me. Finally, in the most nonchalant tone, he asked, "What is it, Gianna?" My jaw clenched as I tried to suppress my growing anger. I took a deep breath and said,

"First of all, why did you crown Miguel underboss? I have been the one by your side during dangerous missions and life-changing deals, but for some reason, Miguel deserves that title and I don't? He basically does nothing, Father!" He stared at me, saying nothing, before taking another drag of his cigarette. He exhaled the smoke and said,

"It doesn't matter what you do or how you feel, you are a female." Those words shattered my heart. "To think I would let a female assume the role of underboss in my organization is almost laughable. Do you want the other dons to laugh at me?"

I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration, trying to calm myself. His sexist remark annoyed me. It wasn't my fault I was female, and he certainly wasn't making life any easier for me. Miguel was my younger brother, who rarely did anything productive. All he knew was how to change girls like outfits and lavishly spend money. Yet, somehow, he was always favored by our father. "You know I deserve this father, you do. Why does it matter if I am a woman? What is so embarrassing about that?"

"Listen, Gianna, your opinion means nothing here. Your brother is the clear choice for the position-he's a real man, not some weak, emotional woman like you. You can try to pretend to be strong, but at the end of the day, you're just a fragile little girl playing dress-up. Don't expect any special treatment from me just because you're my daughter. Your brother is the future of this family, not you." He spat our coldly.

I nodded, understanding just how cruel and hurtful my father could be in his decisions. With that, I turned on my heel, storming out of his study and closing the door with a loud bang. I knew I could get in trouble later for that, but I didn't care; I was far too angry to worry about the implications of my actions.

I got into my car and drove straight to Mike's place. He was my fiancé, the man I was supposed to marry in the coming months. Whenever my father frustrated me like this, I always found some kind of comfort with him.

I pulled my car over, finally arriving at his house. I took a deep breath, got out of the car, and walked to the door. I pressed the doorbell, tapping my feet gently on the ground while waiting for a response from him. There was none, which made me impatient, so I pressed it again.

In a few seconds, the door opened, and I saw Mike, smiling at me. He stepped outside, closing the door behind him as if preventing me from coming in. He looked nervous. I arched my brow in confusion. "Gianna, you didn't tell me you were coming today."

I looked at him, trying to figure out if he was okay. I always dropped by whenever I wanted, and he never had a problem with it before. "Look, baby, you have no idea how stressed I am," I said, kissing him gently on the lips before walking past him into the building. I let out a sigh, settling into the couch. "My father is a monster."

"I understand, Gianna, but you need to leave, please," he said, his tone almost pleading. It was then I noticed his behavior. He appeared nervous and scared, sweat rolling down his forehead as he gulped. What is wrong with him?

"What do you mean to leave? I just got here. Didn't you hear what I was saying about my father?"

"Yes, I heard, but I have plans to travel now," he said nervously, glancing up the stairs repeatedly. I looked up the stairs too, prompted by his behavior, but saw nothing.

"You never mentioned to me that you would be traveling. What do you mean?" My eyes traveled up and down his uneasy frame, and it was then I began to realize something was wrong. I really hoped it wasn't what I was thinking. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Just as he was about to speak, I heard a woman's voice from upstairs. The sound of her heels clanged against the stairs as she said, "Hey, honey, what are you doing down there?"

The look on Mike's face was like he had seen a ghost. I immediately sprang to my feet and turned to see who it was. The girl and I made eye contact, both confused, before we stared at Mike, expecting an answer.

Mike smiled nervously, while I waited for an explanation, knowing things were about to get very ugly. "What is going on here?" I asked. Mike ran his fingers through his hair and said,

"Well..." He paused, growing increasingly nervous, and took a deep breath. "Maya, meet Gianna, my friend. Gianna, meet Maya, the woman I am going to marry." The look on Maya's face immediately changed when Mike introduced me as his friend. Is this man okay?

Maya walked up to me, her hand stretched for a handshake, but I didn't return it. I simply looked at Mike, who showed no trace of remorse. "Did you just say Maya is the woman you are supposed to marry? And then you called me your friend? Is this a prank or something? How could you be getting married to someone else when you are engaged to me?" I asked, trying my best to control my anger.

Maya withdrew her hand, her expression shifting. Mike rolled his eyes, trying to compose himself. "Look, Gianna, I didn't mean for you to find out this way." He walked towards Maya, standing beside her as he held her waist close. "Let me officially introduce you to the love of my life and the woman I am going to marry." He placed a kiss on her lips, smiling at me before saying, "Maya..."

At that moment, putting a bullet right through his head was becoming pretty tempting. I looked at him for a while, my expression cold, but his was hardened. Mike knew just who I was and he knew I could decide to kill him on the spot and still walk free, so what was giving him this much courage?

"Look, Gianna, isn't it?" Maya finally spoke, gently tucking her hair behind her ear as she stepped forward, staring at me with confidence. "I know who you are-daughter of Don Salvatore, isn't it?" She smirked before adding, "The daughter who is simply trying to find favor in her father's eyes but still hasn't gotten any. I've heard you're like a little puppy, always begging for scraps from Don Salvatore's table. Pathetic, if you ask me. I know all about you, but I don't think you know about me."

My jaw clenched as I stared intensely at Maya, her words slowly getting on my nerves. "You can't blame him if he decided to come to a real woman. I am the daughter of a don too, one more powerful than your father. But here's another thing that makes a difference between us: I don't have to beg Daddy for scraps, and I don't have to work my butt off for my father to notice me. Funny how yours hasn't noticed you. That useless brother of yours is certainly making sure of that."

I glared at her before forcing a smile. "I see you did your research. Good." I tried to control my anger because she was right, and it hurt. I inhaled deeply, my eyes traveling to Mike. "You..." I had to try my best to prevent myself from crying at that moment. I was trained to be strong, not weak, but why the hell was this hurting so much? "You were supposed to marry me, weren't you? We've been dating for four good years, and now this is what you do?"

"Stop the drama, Gianna, and stop embarrassing yourself," he said, rolling his eyes. He tightened his hands around Maya's waist. "I was never going to marry you. Maya has been the one on my mind all along. You and Maya might be Dons' daughters, but you are not even in the same league as her." He paused for a while, a small smile on his face before saying, "She is a real woman with brains, beauty, and power, while you... you're too soft and too stupid to be anything unique. Let's be honest. Save your drama for when your father is dead and your brother, who did nothing, becomes Don. When the dust settles, women like Maya will be standing, while you will be nothing but a forgotten whisper in the wind."

I looked at Maya, who smiled at me before placing her hand on her tummy and saying, "And I am glad to announce that I am carrying his child..." This announcement broke my heart almost immediately. She looked at him and said, "If you're done, can you leave now?"

Mike was just a bodyguard in my father's organization whom I took an interest in, and he reciprocated. My father had gotten angry, telling me that I wasn't supposed to be with an ordinary bodyguard, but I didn't mind. I rebelled against him. I had helped Mike a lot through his bad days. I supported him financially, and used my connections to get him high-profile jobs. I tried my best to place him somewhere high, and this is what I get? Ultimate betrayal just a few days before our wedding? Is this what I really deserved?

Then, out of nowhere, I saw two able-bodied men appear, dressed in black suits. Maya folded her arms and said, "Will you leave now, or should they throw you out?" I stared at Mike, glaring at him as I tried to control myself.

"I will not rest until I end your life, Mike, just keep that in mind," I threatened.

He smiled at me in response and said, "You are going to do no such thing, Gianna. At the end of the day, victory is mine."

I lost control of my anger and ran towards him in an attempt to attack, but the guards grabbed me, one of them slamming me aggressively against the wall. I groaned in pain as my back collided with it.

Without warning or time to recover, another guard grabbed me and slung me over his shoulder. I couldn't even fight back because of the pain. I saw Maya and Mike holding each other closely, evil smiles on their lips as they watched me being taken away.

The guards took me outside, slamming me aggressively against the floor. I winced in pain as my knees scraped and bled from the impact. Tears rolled down my eyes as the guards walked away. I sniffed, standing on my feet and getting into my car.

I got into my car and rested my head on the steering wheel, unable to handle the torture that is my life anymore. I broke into full-blown sobs, my body doubling over. This was all too painful, and I couldn't handle it. Mike was the comfort I had expected to find amidst my pain, but just like everyone else, he ended up betraying me too.

"I think I need a drink," I said to myself, wiping my tears as I started the car.

The ride to the club was quiet, my mind replaying the events of the day and my heartbreak. I had loved Mike so much that I invested my all into the relationship without holding back . That was how much I cared about him, but like everyone else, he ended up betraying me.

I got out of the car and walked into the club, heading directly for the bartender. "The usual?" he asked. I nodded, my tears flowing this time, but I sniffed, trying to compose myself. "Are you fine, ma'am?" he asked, concerned. I nodded in response.

The loud music banged in my head, but I knew that as soon as I drank some alcohol, it wouldn't matter anymore. He tossed a drink my way, and I immediately downed it in one gulp, the alcohol burning against my throat. "Hit me with another," I said.

I could tell the bartender looked at me with concern before reluctantly agreeing to give me another shot. He mixed my drink while I wasted no time gulping it down. I almost broke down crying again, but I quickly controlled it, taking another shot to suppress my pain. At this point, the alcohol was finally beginning to kick in. My head felt light and my vision blurry as I took another one.

At that moment, I forgot all my troubles as it felt like it was just me on top of the world. I looked around and noticed someone from the VVIP corner not too far away, staring directly at me with a cold expression.

I squinted to get a better view, the colorful lights of the club not helping. Surrounding him were a group of women, each laughing and enjoying their drinks as they whispered things in his ear, but he didn't break eye contact with me, his eyes still focused on mine. I smiled to myself, thinking, why not have a little fun tonight to get my mind off my troubles?

Despite my drunken state, I composed myself and walked toward the dance floor. As I did, I began to see the man in a different light. He was handsome, a little older than me, but damn, was he hot. He had the sexiest silver eyes that seemed to bore into my soul, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, revealing the tattoos on his chest, with a nice silver necklace matching his eyes dangling from his neck.

His sleeves were rolled up over his elbows, giving me a glimpse of more tattoos on his arms. His dark hair tossed gently over his well-sculpted face. He really was a work of art, and that gave me more courage to do what I had in mind.

I started dancing right there, twisting and turning my body seductively, which seemed to catch his attention as he stared at me with more interest. On a normal day, this was something I would never do, but the alcohol pushed me further. It was a dance floor, and everyone else was dancing, so I didn't stand out too much anyway.

I made eye contact with the man while dancing, and he did the same with me. His expression was cold, so I couldn't quite tell if I was of any interest to him, but his eyes were on me, and the girls sitting with him seemed to notice as they glared at me.

I decided to take a bold step and walked toward him. A few guards suddenly blocked my path, preventing me from going further, but the man made a hand gesture, ordering them to let me through. They immediately cleared the path, and I continued toward him.

He glanced at the other girls sitting beside him as if telling them to leave with his eyes, they groaned, rolled their eyes, and walked away, leaving just the two of us. I sat down close to him, and he turned to make eye contact with me, his expression still cold. "Thanks for clearing the crowd," I said, leaning in closer. "I was starting to think I would d have to fight them off to get your attention."

He looked at me for a while without saying a word. Then he smirked, took a sip of his wine, and said, "Clearing the crowd was the least I could do." He leaned in close to me, causing my cheeks to flush slightly, but I tried to keep my eyes on him. He moved to my ear and whispered, " I have been waiting for someone worth my attention all night, and I think I just found her."

Even his voice was the sexiest thing ever, and it somehow made me wet. It was embarrassing to admit, but it did. At that moment, I knew I was going to fuck this man tonight, no matter the cost. He looked at me, his silver eyes into mine, and I was tempted to look away. There was an awkward silence as I waited for the right words to say before asking, "Do you want to dance?"

I looked at the dance floor before looking back at him. "Right now?" There was another silence as I realized he was a man of few words. He lifted his brow, his eyes on me, and simply said, "Sure."

I rose to my feet almost immediately, stretching my hand out to him. He took it with a smirk and followed me to the dance floor. I started dancing while he simply stared at me, his body swaying slightly to the tune of the music.

Then he took a bold step, taking control as his hands went around my waist, pulling me close to him, our lips just inches away from each other. I looked him in the eyes, my hands instinctively going to his shoulders as we made eye contact. His eyes traveled from my face to my lips, and I bit my lip gently, trying to control myself. I didn't know if I was horny or nervous at that moment, or maybe a blend of both.

He leaned in closer, the tip of our noses brushing slightly. Just when I thought he was about to kiss me, he spun me around, my back colliding with his chest. I took this as an opportunity to take things further, smiling to myself nervously as I began to dance softly, rubbing my ass on his growing bulge.

He placed his hands on my hips, gently holding me in place as he controlled my motion. I could feel his bulge growing slightly in his pants, but I didn't mind. I was rocking him so seductively that it would be very hard for it not to grow.

I pressed my back against him, throwing my head back to give him access to my neck. He leaned in gently, his hot breath fanning against my skin. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of having him this close. He brushed his lips gently against my neck before moving to my ear and whispering, "Do you want to get out of here?"

I immediately knew what he meant, and that's exactly what I had been trying to achieve. Everything happened so fast, and it was all a blur. One moment we were in the club, the next we were in an extravagant hotel room.

He settled into a chair, staring at me while I stood in front of him. The more I looked at this man under a brighter light, the more I wanted to strip right there and then, to do every wicked thing running through my mind for him. He was unbelievably sexy. I gulped, watching as his jaw clenched, his silver eyes raking over me.

"Take it off," he commanded, looking at me. If anyone else had given me such an order, I would have been upset, but with him, I just wanted to get down on my knees and do as I was told. I reached for my shirt, slowly unbuttoning it as his eyes remained fixed on me.

I removed my shirt, tossing it aside to reveal my bra. I reached for my jeans, gently pulling them down while his eyes stayed on me. I could see the hunger and desire in his gaze. I reached for my bra to unhook it, but he immediately stopped me, saying, "Don't worry, I'll take that off myself." I bit my lower lip as he continued, "Come here."

I could tell he was dominant, enjoying the feeling of being in control, which I found unusually hot. I had always been the one in control sexually all my life, so it felt nice for someone to tell me what to do for a change. "Come here," he repeated, and I immediately walked over to him, half-naked. His eyes scanned over my frame as he readjusted himself in his seat, stretching his hand toward me. He placed it on the small of my back and used it to pull me closer to him.

His hands left the small of my back, reaching gently for my ass and squeezing it softly with his big hands. His right hand left my hip, traveling slowly to my panties as he slid his finger at the hem, dragging them down until my private area was right in his face. He stared at it with so much hunger. Slowly, he brushed his finger against it, his thumb pressing my nipples gently in a teasing manner, and I let out a gasp.

He lifted his head to look at me. I bit my lips, trying to suppress the moan that was about to escape, as he flicked his thumb against my sensitive area again. I gasped in response, and he smirked before rising to his feet. He was so tall he towered over me.

He moved me a bit closer, looking into my eyes as his hand slowly traveled to my bra. He unhooked it, revealing my round, medium-sized breasts. He gazed at them hungrily, gently cupping them in his hands before pinching the nipples slightly, causing me to gasp. I stared at him in the eyes, not saying a word as he moved his lips closer to me, his hands still fondling my breasts.

I tried to kiss him, but just like earlier, he avoided it. His hands swiftly grabbed a handful of my hair, gently snapping my neck backward, giving him a good view of my neck. He gently placed kisses on my neck, making me moan softly. He bit and nibbled on it, his tongue teasing my skin while his hands fondled my breast. He then kissed his way up to my ear, whispering, "You are so fucking sexy."

His fingers wandered between the folds of my pussy, sliding gently in between as his thumb kept teasing my clit. I almost went wild, releasing the moan I had been trying so hard to hide. Then he finally said,

"Do you really want this? Can you handle the way I will want you all night without mercy?"

I woke up the next morning, wincing in pain as the side effects of the alcohol kicked in. Glancing to my left, I saw the man still sleeping peacefully beside me. He looked so peaceful when asleep, one could barely believe he was the man taking me in such wild way the night prior.

I tried to move my legs and winced at the soreness between my thighs. Just how intense had last night been? Despite the discomfort, I had to admit it was the best experience I had ever had. Even now, seeing him clearly, he was still impossibly handsome. My eyes roamed over his shirtless body, covered with some nice tattoos, and I gulped.

I quickly gathered my things and pulled out some cash from my bag, leaving it on the table with a note that read, "Thanks for the night." I felt it was the least I could do, given how great the night had been.

I scrambled into my clothes as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake him, and made my way out of the room and the hotel.

Fortunately, my car was parked outside. I climbed in and drove home, not looking forward to face my father and my irritating brother. When I got home, I tossed my keys to one of the drivers to pack the car and was met by a maid who hurriedly said, "Your father is looking for you in his study."

Confused, I arched an eyebrow but didn't asked for details. I headed to my father's study. When I opened the door, I found him searching frantically through his desk. He looked unusually scared and nervous, emotions I rarely saw from him unless something was seriously wrong.

"You called for me?" I asked. His head snapped up.

"Yes, you are here. Change quickly and get to the helicopter. We're going to Tuscany right now. We have important meetings to handle." He spoke hurriedly, pulling out his pistol and tucking it away.

"What's going on, Father?" I asked, growing concerned by his unusual behavior

"Your brother has done something incredibly wrong. He operated in Don Alessandro's territory. Most of our men were killed, and now your brother is being held captive. We need to rescue him." My eyes widened in shock at the information. Why would anyone be reckless enough to operate in Don Alessandro's territory? But then again it is Miguel, he is actually stupid enough to do something like that.

He was the most powerful Don, with only my father coming close in terms of influence. The last time we tried to challenge him, the losses were crazy. He controlled many territories and towns, and while I didn't know his exact appearance, one thing was clear: he was not to be taken lightly.

Although I didn't want to deal with my father's affairs right there and then, my brother's life was at stake, leaving me no choice but to get involved. They would kill him without mercy, and the only way to prevent that was to act quickly.

I wanted to tell my father, "I told you so," but it was better to avoid provoking him further. I quickly showered, changed into something more professional, and dashed out.

The trip to our destination was silent. Once we arrived, my father and I exited the helicopter and headed straight to the meeting location. There was no one around, so we waited, glancing at our watches impatiently.

An hour later, I could see my father fuming with anger, but there wasn't much he could do. If he hadn't made Miguel the underboss due to his sexist views, we might not be in this situation.

A few minutes later, we heard footsteps. My father and I turned to see my brother, his hands handcuffed and his appearance scattered and beaten. It broke my heart. Despite my hatred over the favoritism my father showed him, I still cared deeply for my brother.

Following him was someone I never expected to see-Maya, the girl my ex-fiancé was supposed to marry. What was she doing here? Her expression hardened when she saw me, which stunned me.

What were the chances of striking a deal with someone like her in charge? I would say pretty low if you ask me.

"Well, well, well," she said, settling into a chair opposite us. Her eyes traveled between my father and I as she was served a glass of wine, which she sipped before setting aside. "I wouldn't say I'm surprised to see you here, Gianna." She leaned back, clearly amused by the situation, while my father spoke.

"And who might you be?" My father asked. Maya's eyes traveled to him as she smiled and said, "My bad, I haven't had the chance to properly introduce myself. I'm Maya, daughter of Don Alessandro." It then occurred to me why she had the audacity to act as she did that day-her father was Don Alessandro. That is why she was so confident around me and even ordered her guards to treat me the way they did.

That lying bastard Mike. He went for her because her father was such a powerful Don, and one could tell her father wasn't sexist since he allowed her to come to this meeting today to speak on his behalf. "My father will be here soon, don't worry. He has decided to come himself to make the bargain; he's just running a little late," she said. Her eyes traveled to Miguel, who looked scared, as she continued,

"Although I can't promise you that you won't have to watch your brother being chopped to pieces right in front of you, we all know how merciless my father can be when his territories are invaded by neighboring organizations."

"We do not want any trouble," I said. "We are willing to strike a deal as long as you release my brother," I added, while Maya simply let out a small laugh, rolling her eyes before responding.

"Then what do people like you have to offer my father that can be of any use to him?" She raised an eyebrow as if asking a question before adding, "Besides, he already asked for trouble when he decided to cross our territory." I inhaled deeply, trying to control my rising anger, before Maya's eyes shifted elsewhere.

Her face lit up slightly as she said, "Look, my father is here." At that moment, I stared at her for a while, hearing the sounds of footsteps coming closer. I rose to my feet to pay respect to the Higher Don, and as I looked in the direction of the sound, my eyes immediately landed on someone who shocked me slightly. My heart skipped a beat, and my eyes widened in surprise.

He also seemed to notice me, the expression on his face changing slightly before he let out a small smirk, his eyes traveling up and down my frame before he settled into the chair. Was I seeing correctly, or was there something going on here?

"Don Alessandro, good to have you here," my father said, seeming to recognize him and smiling, but the man didn't return the smile. This man was Don Alessandro, my father's arch-nemesis, the biggest mafia boss?

"I will take over from here," he said to Maya, who nodded and replied, "Okay, Dad."

Dad?? How could this man be her dad? He didn't even look old enough to be anyone's father, so how was he Maya's dad and also Don Alessandro? I stood in place, trying to figure out if I was dreaming, as he stared at me and said,

"Take a seat." I raised my brow, the look of shock on my face still there as he added teasingly and in a humorous tone, "Thanks for the money; it really helped me a lot today."