Kill or be killed, that is the law in the mafia. Omérta controls the way of life of the people that surround them, and what does she do?
Perfect for each other, right?
He chuckled tracing a finger down her neck, she closed her eyes wanting to scream, wanting to do something.
"You know, I tried to keep my distance, but you got too comfortable, I saw you Claire, I saw you with, one of your little guy friends; and I realized I'd let the leash on you go too loose. You let another man get too close to when you knew you were mine. You belong to me,
you belong with me."
"I-I'm n-no-t a-an o-object f-f-for your u-se, Dante." She tried to calm her voice as she talked to him, but it was hopeless...
**Warning: The following story is intended for a mature audience.**