Mafia’s possession:Chapter 46
Chapter 46 -The mafia's possession
Santos dragged the maid out of Alexander's sight. He beckoned on Jacqueline and she walked over to him. He wrapped his hands around her waist. They all watched in surprise and Jacqueline became shy.
"Anyone of you who attempts anything stupid will have no one but yourself to blame. If anything happens to her, get ready for the repercussions. Now leave," he roared.
The domestic staff all scurried away like frightened mice. His men bowed and left immediately. He shoved the gun at the back of his pocket. And drew Jacqueline who stood facing him. His breath was warm as it touched her face. She looked deep into his grey eyes which captivated her. She felt lost in his magnetic gaze.
"No harm will ever befall you," he assured her. Then he caressed her face and smiled at her. Jacqueline closed her eyes as she enjoyed the warm touch on her face.
She felt a warm kiss on her lips and Alexander broke the kiss. She looked away but he used his finger to turn her face towards him.
Then he held her face in his hands. "You're safe with me," he said gently as his eyes softened with affection.
She nodded not sure of the response to give. His reassuring words gave her hope and she felt safe in his arms. "Thank you, Mr. Vladimir," she said.
Alexander chuckled. "Let's drop this. You can call me Alexander," he said.
Jacqueline rolled her eyes. "Alright, Mr. Vla.., sorry Alexander."
"That's it. I love the sound of my name from your lips," then he kissed her again.
She returned his kiss. Which sent sparkles of desire through her. She placed her arms around his neck as he continued to kiss her passionately. His hands were on her tiny waist then he moved it to the small of her back. He felt an intense rush of desire as he kept kissing her.
"Alexander."
His back stiffened in response to his name and they jolted apart. It was his father who stood by with his folded across his chest. With a disgusted look on his face.
Jacqueline tried to free herself from Alexander's arms but he tightened his hold on her. He gazed at his father as his hand rubbed her back "Yes father. Is there a?," he asked in a cold tone.
"We have unfinished business, young man. And I will appreciate it if you get your whore out of my sight," he snapped.
Jacqueline gasped and Alexander's eyes blazed with fury. "I will not allow you to call her names. She is not a whore," he thundered.
"Really? I am not surprised. You seem to enjoy going after women beneath your status. What are you doing with a serving girl," he fired.
The atmosphere became thick with tension as each of them exchanged heated words.
Alexander released his hold of Jacqueline and she fled to her room immediately. Vincenzo glared at her retreating figure in anger.
"You have no right to pry into my life," he barked.
His father scoffed. "I have every right to do that. I will continue to remind you of your duty until you step up and do the right thing."
"And what is the right thing if I may ask?," Alexander growled.
His father ran his fingers through his greying hair in anger. "Are you daft? It is your turn to step up as the next mafia lord. I keep drumming it into your thick skull. But you prefer sleeping around."
"Whatever I choose to do with my time is none of your fuckin business. Get this clear father. I have no intention of taking over from you. I have more important things to do with my life," he spat.
Alexander was getting angrier by each ticking seconds. All his words seem to be falling on deaf ears.
"Do not make me take drastic actions against you," his father warned. "It will be in your best interest if you do what is expected of you."
Just then, the door burst open and Greta, his step mother, walked towards them. It was afternoon and the sun shone brightly.
"There you are,Vincenzo. I have been searching the whole place for you," she said.
He remembered vividly how his mother died after a brief illness. Her death shattered him and his late brother Alessandro. They were left in pain by her demise. A few months after her death, his father married Greta. Whom he despised so much.
Since she stepped her feet into their lives, she made sure his father's attention was diverted from him and his brother who was later killed by assassins.
He watched as his father warmed up before her with a cheerful smile. The anger he displayed earlier had vanished.
"My love, I was having a discussion with Alexander," he replied.
Greta turned towards Alexander and smiled at him. "Hello, Alexander. I haven't seen you since I arrived. How are you doing?"
Alexander scoffed. "Like you care. Learn to mind your business," he growled.
Greta gasped in shock. Alexander had never liked her. He had always regarded her as an intruder.
"Watch your tongue, Alexander," his father warned.
In rage,Alexander walked out on his father. He opened the door and walked in, leaving them outside.
Santos approached him when he saw him coming in. "She has been locked up, sir."
He paused. "Good, you know what to do with her."
Santos nodded. "I have made the necessary arrangements for that."
"See to it that everything goes smoothly. Leave no trace," he ordered.Then he climbed the stairs leading to his room.
The maids who saw him coming all ran away in different directions, terrified of his presence. Good, they should run for their miserable lives. He opened his door and got inside.
Jacqueline laid on her bed as she thought of all that had happened. She was shaken by the fact that one of the maids had orchestrated the attack and almost implicated an innocent person.
Her phone rang, she got up and grabbed it from the table. Her heart almost flew out of her mouth when she saw the name on the caller ID.
A feeling of dread enveloped her.
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