Page 19 of Mafia and Protector

I tried to steady my quick breaths.

“I have thought a lot about my time between your legs…”

Even though my breaths were coming rapidly, it felt as though the oxygen couldn’t reach my lungs. I started to feel lightheaded.

“…about how tight your virgin pussy was, about the sounds you made when I forced my dick into you.”

I was sure I was going to pass out.

He gave a cruel laugh. “I’m sure my son will enjoy your tight pussy—I know I certainly did. I’m so glad you are part of my family now.”

I wasn’t sure how much longer my legs could hold out. I turned my head frantically, attempting to find Rafael, but Emanuel had maneuvered me to the opposite corner of the dancefloor.

“I think you enjoyed it too, didn’t you?”

“Please, I need to sit down.” I forced the words out. “I’m not feeling well.”

Emanuel laughed at me again. “You should know from last time that your pleading doesn’t move me, that your begging won’t stop me from doing what I want to do. I am Capo and you will do what I tell you to. And right now, I’m telling you to dance with me,” he jeered.

My skin crawled as he leered at me. I frantically hoped that no one would notice I was unraveling under the gaze of the Capo.

With the wedding taking up most of today, he probably wasn’t going to get the chance to murder anyone today, so instead he was going to torment me to fulfill his daily quota of evil deeds.

I don’t know how I carried on until the end of the song, but when I heard the last note sound, I felt like crying tears of relief as I saw Rafael approach us.

“Jessica, you should probably sit down now. You have been on your feet most of the day, and anyhow, they are serving the main course now.”

I couldn’t face food, but I eagerly clasped Rafael’s outstretched hand in my desire to get away from his father’s taunts.

During the meal, I could only push the food around my plate.

“You should eat,” said Rafael tersely.

I shook my head at him. “I’m not hungry.” If I ate, I was sure I would throw up.

All too soon, dinner was over and my husband turned toward me, looking intently at me. “Come, Jessica. It’s time for me to take you upstairs.”

And as Rafael spoke, I felt my skin heat and dread suffuse my entire body.

CHAPTER 6

JESSICA

Rafael stood up, his towering height and muscled physique emphasizing how much stronger he was than me—how easily he would be able to overpower me tonight if I refused him.

I felt my heart drumming too fast.

I slowly lifted my clammy hand and let him wrap his fingers around mine. I barely had the strength to get up, but he helped me to my feet with a strong hand under my arm. After I had stood, however, I couldn’t move from my spot.

His warm hand at the small of my back urged me forward. He kept hold of my hand and with his other hand still on my back, I was compelled to walk toward the elevator.

I tried avoiding looking at anyone or listening to what they were saying.

I knew the men would be making lewd jokes about what would happen tonight, while the woman would be looking at me with a mixture of curiosity and pity—wondering if I would be strong enough not to show fear in front of the whole Società as I made my way out of the ballroom and up to our bedroom.

I was a Santino now—God, it was hard to believe even that—and, as such, there was a lot of interest in me. Some Mafia mothers were hostile because their own unwed daughters were not offered a marriage to Rafael Santino, while others were merely curious for the sake of gossip.

There was not a lot to occupy the life of a Mafia wife, meaning that gossip was rife amongst the females in our circle. As if a new Santino bride was not sufficiently gossip worthy, the fact that disgrace surrounded my older sister would be making all the gossips clap their hands in glee as they discussed and dissected my family later on.