Resisting the Dangerous Mafia Lord

Elena.

No one who dared to mess with him lived to tell the tale. Lord of the underworld. Angelo Fabian. But somehow, my father did.

His name alone was enough to cause a shiver to run down your spine. What's worse when you step on his toes? I had heard rumors about him, about the deadly things he does.

I had never met him but my colleagues at work might just have. Talked about him in fearful whispers like he is some kind of a god.

Scratch that. He was considered a god in the city. I'd heard tales of how ruthless he was especially to those who betrayed him. Forgiveness was never in his dictionary.

And as I stood before my father, whose goons had forced me onto his lair, I couldn't help but be amazed at his words.

"I don't care what you have done with your life, Dad. You should know better than to mess with someone like Angelo."

He was frantic as he grabbed my hands, "You have to do this Elena. You have to help me. Angelo is a very simple man. All you need to do is to convince him."

I stared at him Incredulously, "And by convincing, you mean..? Do you expect me to grovel before him or what?"

"You might not have to. It's quite easy with him. You only need to seduce him and everything..."

"What the fuck!?" My eyes widened Incredulously at his words. "How do you even say that to me, Dad? Seriously?"

He shook his head dismissively, his tone suddenly hard, "Let's not make this harder for ourselves, Elena. I'm pretty sure you do that quite a lot at the club. So, be the little slut we both know you are and do the damn thing, then Angelo will be out of our hair."

I felt a lump in my throat making me swallow hard. My fists clenched as his words resonated in me.

"Quite easy for you to call me a slut Dad. I wouldn't be working in a strip club in the first place if it wasn't for your recklessness. And now this again!?"

He walked over to a stool, sat down heavily, he shrugged, "It's not like you're a virgin, Elena. It shouldn't be that hard. All you have to do is seduce him and he'll forget about the money."

"And you think the only way is to seduce Angelo Fabian? Not in a million years, Dad. I am not doing it."

He stretched his hand toward his men and one of them came forward, giving him a blunt, "You've always been a stubborn little brat, Elena. Just like your mother."

I felt my breath hitch at the mention of my mother. Rage surged through me and I took a few steps toward him. "You have no right to talk about Mom that way. Not after what you did to her."

I shook my head, suddenly feeling repulsed by him and the pungent smell of the lair.

"You should be rotting in prison for what you did to her. You don't have a shred of humanity in you that you're even willing to sell off your only child to a deadly man."

I knew there was no way my Dad would ever change or have a little humanity in him.

"Why the hell will you steal money from Angelo, knowing his identity!? Why?"

Of course, I knew my question was rhetorical. That was typically my Dad, always causing trouble wherever he went. Just like he had done exactly a year ago.

After borrowing a huge amount of money, he couldn't pay back he used me as collateral, thus forcing me to work as a stripper at the nightclub until his debts were fully paid.

"I won't let you have your way this time though. I am NOT risking my life to beg someone like Angelo," I scoffed, " that would be absurd. You can do that since you got yourself into this mess."

I turned to walk away just as his next words resounded, "It's a shame, Elena," he stood up just as I turned to watch him.

He took a few steps towards me, his eyes trained on mine, "I knew this was going to be your reaction. But you should know, that the moment you turn your back from me, I wouldn't hesitate to put a hole in your boyfriend's heart."

My heart stopped at his words. Literally. What had Clint got to do with this issue? I wondered.

"You wouldn't." I sneered.

He smirked evilly, "You know fully well what I am capable of, Elena."

As much as I hated to admit, he was right. Dad has always been so sickly twisted that he doesn't care about his actions, always acting on impulse.

Yes, he is very much capable of taking the life of the one person I love so much just so he could blackmail me to do his bidding. Just like he did to Mom.

I felt tears pickle my eyes and I swallowed hard.

Looking right into my father's eyes, his cold demeanor. I was reminded of the harsh reality of my life.

Right back to my childhood, I never had what one might call a stable family. I grew up in a loveless home. Watched my Dad constantly abuse my Mom until he finally ended her.

He didn't stop there, he resulted in drinking and then I became the one at the receiving end of his stick.

I'd known Clint from childhood. He knew all I've been through and has always been there for me.

Of course, Dad knew that and now he thinks threatening his life was the only way to sway me.

However, he was right. I wouldn't let Clint take the brunt of his actions.

I took a deep breath and said, "You haven't changed quite a bit. I can't believe you would threaten me with Clint."

He shrugged. "We have to do what we can to survive, don't we?"

I gritted my teeth, knowing that I was already at a dead end. If I had to seduce a Mafia Lord to save Clint, I guess I had no choice, even though I knew it was a death sentence.

"What exactly do you want me to do?"

Angelo.

In my world, traitors and snitches are a deadly sin. Unforgivable except through death.

I am Angelo Fabian. The number one ruthless Mafia Don in the whole fucking casino. And everyone, I mean, every single fucking individual knows not to mess with me.

Standing in front of the three dimwits kneeling before me, rage surged in me as I corked the gun.

"Now, are you willing to tell me why the hell none of you bastards have captured that traitor? Do I have to rip your tongue off before I get a goddamn explanation?"

I truly did not understand how I ended up with incompetent men like these. They bowed their heads shamefully and muttered.

"We searched all over for him Sir. I..we think he must be on the run by now."

My hands flew forward and the barrel of the gun hit the fucker's face.

"You have no goddamn right to feed me some bunch of useless excuses. You little dimwits. Pussies! Useless motherfuckers"

"I gave you one job! One job and you couldn't deliver!"

"Sorry boss..."

Sorry was the last thing I accepted, and before he could say the rest words, I pointed the gun to his mouth and pulled the trigger.

I could hear subtle gasps from the other men in the room. Well, this should serve as a lesson to any one of them who dares to go against my orders or give flimsy excuses.

The other two were shivering like the pussies that they were, and I smirked evilly.

"You should know that I'm not one to be messed with."

The other, who probably knew he was the next to die, widened his eyes fearfully, daring to look up at me.

"Please..pleas..."

I pointed the gun at him and shot directly between his eyes.

I love torturing my victims and I love seeing their scared faces when I finally finish them off. This time though, I had no ounce of patience left in me, but I was enjoying it. Even though I felt so pissed and enraged that the snitch hadn't been found.

Moving over to the last of them all, whose head was bowed, not making a move. He should be the lucky one, who would make sure he does the fucking job, or he ends up like his colleagues.

I shook my head, and without thinking, I pulled the trigger at his head and watched him slump.

Gesturing to the other men in the room, I commanded, "Get someone to take care of these. And get me, Eric! I need him here in less than 24 hours or y'all will end up way worse than they did."

How I fucking hate traitors. I couldn't imagine how I let those bunch of losers work for me. Especially that snitch, who must have had a whole lot of guts for stealing my fucking shipments!

A cruel smile formed on my lips as I imagined the various ways I could torture the living daylight out of him.

I left the room and walked straight towards my master room. My right-hand men, Dominic and Xavier stood at the door entrance and they quickly opened the door on sighting me.

"What did you find out?" I asked, glancing at them as I flopped down on the sofa.

Xavier spoke first, "We did some digging boss. Seems Eric has a daughter. And since he has gone into hiding, I think she would be an easy bait to get a hold of him."

My ears perked up at that. How did I never think of the possibility? Well, that was why I had them. To do the fucking job.

"I do not think that is a good idea., boss," Dominic countered and I drew my gaze to him.

"We also discovered that Eric does not have a pretty good relationship with his daughter. So, capturing her won't likely solve the problem."

I took a deep breath, running my tongue along my teeth. All the talks about Eric were making me tense. I needed to let off some steam.

I waved my hand dismissively at them, "Forget about it for now. Get me some whores right now."

****

I took a whiff of the blunt as one of the blondes caressed my chest. The second blonde knelt in front of me, and I watched, as her head bobbed up and down, taking my cock all in.

The slim curvy brunette soon replaced her, sucking and blowing me out.

I grabbed her hair and buckled my hips to get more friction--but it did little to no effect of arousing me. I gestured to the blonde caressing me, and she took over.

"Fucking do the right thing bitch! What the fuck is wrong with you?" She bobbed faster and I grabbed her hair, pushing my cock in..but nothing.

Huffing, I flung her aside, "Get the fuck out, you all. Get out!!"

I was enraged, not for them though, but for the fact that I couldn't perform like every other fucking man on the planet.

I watched them scurry away.

It had been one thing I never really understood for years. No matter how hard I tried...I never got it right. I had everything I ever wanted. I possess any and every dangerous, ruthless weapon I could lay my hands on. I am the most feared, ruthless Mafioso in the country.

So, why the fuck can't I perform?

The thought of it all was messing with my head.

A knock sounded at the door, cutting off my thoughts. I grabbed the tequila bottle from the side table and took a large sip. "Come on in."

A guard peeked in, "Sir, you have a visitor."

"Let him in," Inhaling the brunt of the stuff I was smoking.

The door opened widely and a beautiful, tall slender lady walked in and I felt my breath hitch.

She looked strikingly gorgeous and sexy. Her long fair legs were on full display under the shorts she was putting on and the top she wore, made her boobs attractively inviting, and I swallowed.

But yet, she looked so familiar. I furrowed my brows but I couldn't seem to figure it out. Or could it be the effect of the weed?