Devious: A Dark Mafia Arranged Romance (A Villain Collection Book 1) Page 3

  My phone dings with a message and I pick it from the nightstand. A message from Tommy.

  Tommy: The packet is ready. I talked to my friend and he said you can crash at his sister’s place when you get to Frankfurt.

  Me: I wired you the money. I’ll text you when I’m ready to pick up the package. I’ll send you my location. Thanks for helping me find a place to stay.

  Tommy: Anytime, beautiful.

  Immediately, I delete all our chat conversations so if Devious decides to go through my phone, he won’t find anything.

  I set my phone back on the nightstand. Devious strolls back to the room, fully naked. His thighs are huge as trees and my eyes stay on his hard dick. I try to tear my gaze from it, but it’s gigantic. It’s the size of a skyscraper. He’s planning on sticking that inside of me. Hurting my virgin pussy. No thank you.

  “Why is your dick freakishly huge?” I blurt out. His eyes venture down to his cock.

  “Your pussy is expandable. It can handle twelve inches.”

  The head is so red, it’s almost purple and precum sits at the tip of it. It curves and he has a birthmark in the shape of a circle on the shaft. My core aches, and knots form in the pit of my stomach. There is something seriously fucked up about me lusting after a man who is holding me against my will and forcing me to marry him. Humiliation dampens my cheeks.

  Devious strolls up to me and rubs my cheeks. His touch is gentle, and my ovaries are ready to explode. I smack his hand away and I expect him to threaten to kill me, but he chuckles.

  “Keep fighting me and you’ll find out if my freakishly huge dick will fit into your tiny pussy sooner than later.” His eyes drop to this see through black nightgown which he makes me wear every night. “The more you fight me, the more you sass me, the more my dick gets hard.” He swipes a few of my hair strands from my forehead and uses his index finger to lift my chin. “I want to bury your head in the pillow and fuck you from the back as you scream my name. Don’t tempt me, Nymph.”

  My cheeks flush as I pad to the walk-in closet. It’s twice the size of my old small bedroom and the cherry wood shelves are smooth and shiny. My clothes are organized by different colors and I have to stand on a stepping stool to grab a dress.

  Devious walks to his side of the closet and grabs a black Armani suit from a wooden hanger.

  “Since you’ve been a good girl, you can wear any fancy dress you like.”

  All week he’s been picking out what I wear to those ridiculous dinners with the other Don’s famiglia.

  I nod, snatching a green long gown from the hanger and wiggling it on. It pushes up my small perky breasts, making them appear larger, and it hugs my torso like a glove.

  I feel Devious moving my hair over my shoulders, then he zips my dress. He spins me around and his gaze lingers on my breasts.

  I clear my throat as I go to the bathroom. After I comb my hair, I put on light make-up. I’m not been into makeup, but momma told me it’s good to enhance your features. When I walk to the living room, Devious stands by the front door, with a navy box in his hand.

  Slowly, I walk towards him and he opens it. I trail my boney finger along the spikes necklace made out of real diamonds.

  “What is this?”

  “A shock collar. Just in case you try to run.”

  My eyes shoot up as I cock my eyebrow. “I wouldn’t run.”

  “I don’t trust you or women.”

  “Oh yeah, why? Because the woman you date is not interested in you? Because you have to force them to be with you. You’re not a real catch,” I say, honestly.

  He grabs a fist full of my hair, tilting me head at an awkward angle. “You keep mouthing off to me, I’ll force you to suck my dick.” Then he leans down, whispers. “I’m going to make sure you swallow every drop of my cum.”

  “I’ll bite it off too.”

  He sticks his hand in my dress, cupping my breast, pulling on my nipple hard.

  Sinking my teeth into my lip, I whimper and half moan.

  “You bite my dick and you’ll be dead before you can blink. Put the collar on.” Grinding his teeth, he lets me go.

  I grab the choker, wrap it around my neck. He helps me secure it. Then he presses his firm lips against the back of my neck. I hate him and yet I want his lips all over my body, including the lips between my legs.

  “Good girl.” He grabs me by the hand, ushering me to an expensive car. The driver is already standing by the door with his hand on the metal handle.

  Devious slaps his hands away. “I’m the only man who opens doors for my wife.”

  I shoot him a peculiar look as he opens my door. As I slide into the backseat, leaning against the leather. He slides in the seat next to me, his arm around my waist, he pulls me close. It pisses me off. One minute he threatens to shove his tasty cock in my mouth without my consent and the next he’s acting like a dutiful and caring fiancée. I’m going to make sure I stab him in the balls twice for this shit. For making me confused.

  Another two hours and a half, we arrive at a manor. The stairway is made out of brown stone. It looks like one of those old manors from the nineteen sixties. Devious opens the door, and I follow behind him. A few expensive, polished, cars line up by the water fountain. I figured Devious is loaded, but I had no idea he had this much money. Papa is a millionaire too, but Devious is far richer than him.

  “Are we spending our wedding night in the Hamptons?” My tone is low.

  My heart beats in anticipation. If we do, then I have to swipe a knife or maybe I put a pillow over his head and suffocate him.

  “We’re moving here. We need more room for the kids. I’m going to give you.”

  “You don’t seem like the fatherly type.”

  “I’m not. You’re going to raise them. I’ll prepare the boys to be in the mafia and you prepare the girls to be homemakers.”

  I offer him a fake smile, but my stomach churns. The thought of having his children is repulsive. Then he removes his hand from my waist.

  I follow Devious as he strolls up the stairs. He pushes the oak door open, and my nose is hit with the smell of fresh bread and wine. Butlers dressed in black uniforms stroll around, with trays of champagne poured in crystal glass. Devious ushers us to the elevators and he hits the top floor button. The elevator comes to a stop and the doors whistle open. Stepping out, my eyes drink in the king size bed made out of metal rails and the metal dresser. This is going to be my new prison cell for now until I kill Devious.

  “Wait, right here,” he says, before stepping back onto the elevator. As I flop on the fluffy bed, I take my phone from the small clutch and send Tommy a text message of my location.

  Me: I’ll let you know when to drop off the stuff.

  Tommy: Okay.

  The elevator doors slide, and I drop my phone and it clatters on the dark oak floor. I bend down, pick it up, examining it for cracks. My phone digs with another notification.

  “Who is texting you?” His gaze rakes over my body.

  My cheeks flush. “No one.”

  “It better be a woman, because if it’s a boy you’re seeing behind my back, I’m going to fuck you in front of him and slice him into pieces afterwards.”

  “I’m not seeing anyone.” Rolling my eyes, I grab my clutch and place my phone inside of it.

  “The party is ready.” He holds out his muscular, hard, arm and I loop my hand around it. How am I going to get past Devious and security? I need to come up with a plan.

  We reach the cement patio; the backyard is flooded with people. Men gawk at me like I’m on their favorite menu and women’s cheeks flush, staring at Devious.

  A butler offers me some champagne. Immediately, I glance at Devious.

  “You’re allowed to drink, Nymph.”

  Nodding, I clutch the crystal glass, offering him a thanks. As I down the champagne drink, the bubbles tickle my nose.

  This won’t be my first taste of alcohol. I used to sneak into my Papa’s alcohol cabinet and drin
k to forget about my troubles of dealing with my sick Mama and abusive Papa.

  Devious places his firm hand on my lower back, guiding me to an older gentleman who appears to be in his early fifties.

  “Roselyn, this is Enzo. Our consigliere,” Devious states.

  Enzo’s dress shirt tightens around his forearm as he slightly bows. His gigantic palms engulf mine and he kisses it. I feel my cheeks heating. I expect for Devious to go crazy on him because I’m his property, but he straightens his shoulder. Devious respects him. It’s very rare for him to show respect to anyone. When we had dinner with the other Dons of the famiglia, he was rude to them.

  “You’re such a rare beauty. I didn’t know Lex had such a beautiful daughter.”

  “Thank you,” I say.

  Then Devious guides me to the sea of people. My eyes trail to Papa. He’s dressed in a tux, fully engaged into a conversation with some young girl who appears as the same age if not a little older than me. I scrape my nail on the crystal glass, wanting to scratch my Papa.

  Anger eats at me for the way he pawned me off to Devious. Like I was a cattle to him. Especially since after Mother’s death, he promised her he wouldn’t do this. I hate the mafia. I wish Papa never told me he was an underboss on my sixteenth birthday.

  “What’s wrong?” Devious voice tickles my ear and I take a step back. My heels sinking into the fresh cut grass.

  His beautiful eyes follow my line of view.

  “If you want to speak to your father and Emma, you can.”

  “You know the woman?” I ask, not taking my eyes off her. Emma is beautiful. Her dark bangs hang over her forehead, making her ivory skin glow. Her cheeks are naturally red, and the short white dress hugs her body.

  “She’s our whore.”

  “Come again?” I shake my head.

  “We have a woman we pass around to fuck. Every man at this event has fucked her.”

  “Including you?”

  “Yes.”

  I shoot him a glare and he laughs.

  “Is my little nymph jealous?”

  “Fuck you, Devious.”

  “Watch your tone and mouth, before I take off my belt and spank you in front of the guests.”

  I ignore his threat. “I’m not jealous. She looks so young.”

  “She’s in her early thirties. She looks young because she is plastic and has a lot of work done.”

  “You’re not going to sleep with her while we’re married.” I say, needing to keep the façade of acting like I care about this marriage.

  “It’s cute, you think you can tell me what to do, Roselyn.” He winks at me.

  “I’m serious, Devious. You will not give me an STI.”

  “I’m serious, too. You don’t tell me who I will not sleep with. FYI—I wasn’t planning on fucking anyone else.”

  “I’m not feeling good,” I lie. “Can I lie down, please?”

  I need to get the hell out of here and meet Tommy.

  “Yes. Go straight to our bedroom,” Devious answers.

  I nod and pivot up the stone staircase and hide behind a Greek statue.

  I can do this. I can do this. This is one step closer to my freedom.

  Exhaling loudly, I peek out the door and Devious presses his phone to his ear, so I run off towards the main entrance and I call Tommy.

  “Where are you?”

  “I’m on the property now, I’m parked in front of the mansion, standing next to my truck.”

  “I’ll be right there.” I hit the end button as my pulse thumps loud in my neck.

  Butlers and waitresses are too busy with bringing trays of foods and drinks to the backyard to notice me. As my heels click against the marble floor, I glance over my shoulder to make sure Devious doesn’t have any of his men following me.

  Once the heat of the sun greets me, butterflies set in my stomach and anxiety eats at me.

  I place my hands over my forehead, shielding them from the scorching heat. My eyes land on Tommy and he waves his hand.

  I rush up to him and give him a hug.

  “Thank you,” I whisper.

  “You’re welcome.” His tone is smooth. He hands me a wooden box. “When you get to Frankfurt let me know. We can go clubbing. My parents own a house there.”

  “I will.” I give him a friendly hug and kiss on the cheek, before storming off to the bedroom.

  I step out of the elevator and open the box I pick up my ID with the fake name on there. This is going to be my new life. I will no longer be Roselyn, but Sharon Conner. As I unzip my suitcase, I place the box in there. All our clothes are already hanging up in the closet, so Devious wouldn’t have any reason to look here.

  The blood thirst to kill Devious is growing stronger and I can’t wait to be free from this life.

  Roselyn

  “HOLD STILL,” MARLA SAYS, TIGHTENING the strings on the back of my lace corset dress with the hems flaring at the end.

  How can women breathe in this? The fabric is so tight around my torso I feel as if I’m going to burst any minute.

  “You’re going to be so beautiful once I’m done with you.” Her tone is filled with enough delight she might turn into Marry Poppins.

  We’re in a powder room in the manor. I stare at myself in the mirror. My thick hair is straight, my make-up is light and natural, and my lips are painted red. I look like a classy prostitute.

  For the last few hours, Marla has been grooming me like a poodle. The last five days have been hard. My soon to be future dead husband has been his usual cold self. I have to ask for permission to do anything. Despite wanting to kill him, I did everything he said.

  “Walk towards the floor mirror,” she orders.

  I put one foot in front of the other as I walk on the cold slab of marble. My chest cavity burns, and my stomach aches. “How can I? I can barely breathe.”

  “Sorry,” She loosens the strings a bit, grabs my shoulder, and spins me around to face her. She assesses me from head to toe, tapping her finger on her chin.

  “Where are the heels?” she asks. I point to the walk in the closet and she disappears and returns with a pair of beige heels. I slide my feet into the shoes.

  She sighs, grabbing the tiara and veil from the dresser and places it on my head. “You are so beautiful. Devious is a lucky man to marry someone as pretty as you.” Her eyes brim with tears and my lips curl up in disgust. This is bullshit. I’m so sick of being used as a pawn.

  “Can you leave, please? I need a few minutes to myself,” I whisper, bitterness bubbles in my chest. Tears gloss over my eyes as I ball up my fist, digging my nails into my palms.

  “I want to say something before I go.” I don’t respond, but she takes it as her cue to speak. As if I give a damn on what she has to say. “If you want to survive your marriage with my cousin, I suggest you obey, listen, and be his whore.” She folds her arms across of her chest. “I’m only warning you because you’re going to be my familiga.”

  I roll my eyes and bite my pinky nail.

  Smiling sadly, she bows and leaves the room. I move to the floor to ceiling window, showcasing the backyard. The other famiglia are already seated in the white chairs decorated with red and white roses. Soldiers stand in the back and security searches the property for any threats.

  I spot Devious standing at the altar. He’s breathtaking in his tux with a green tie. It’s like God hand-carved him so perfectly, every feature is unique. As if he knows I’m staring at him, his eyes venture to me, stay locked on mine. He doesn’t smile. Someone pats him on the back, and he breaks our stares.

  A knock at the door startles me, and before I have time to answer, Papa walks in. We stare at each other like we’re going to war.

  “Why are you here?” I snap. “To ensure your debt is going to get paid? Don’t worry, Dad. It’s going to get paid.”

  Tears sting my eyes and a lump form the size of a grapefruit forms in the back of my throat. Papa doesn’t say a word, but frowns at me. His hand connects with m
y face and the slap sends pain flying though my cheek all the way down to my chin. I stroke my delicate flesh. Shock filters through me. He has never put his hands on me.

  “Next time you disobey me, I’m going to beat the fuck out of you. You’re the reason why you’re in this predicament. You should have gone to Vegas. But, once again, Roselyn wants to do what Roselyn wants to do.” He clutches my arm squeezing tight. “Do not, I repeat, do not give Devious any trouble.” Then he drags me out of the bedroom. My tiny feet barely keep up with his steps.

  My heart beats harder than rain thumping on a rooftop, and my throat is dry. Papa opens the back door, and everyone rises from their chairs. I glance down at the red roses petals scattered on the green grass.

  Once Devious’s Italian loafers come into view, I snap my head up, and gaze at the devil before me. Papa pulls the veil back and kisses my forehead before taking his seat in the front row. It’s a shit-show. It’s a fucking joke Papa shows affection in front of these guests.

  “You look exquisite,” Devious says, rubbing his finger on my chin. I flinch a little.

  I blush at his word and fight a grin. “Thank you,” I whisper.

  He grabs both of my hands, and we face the priest. The priest starts by blessing our union. He goes on about how the marriage is sacred.

  “Now the vows and the rings,” the priest says.

  I had no idea Devious bought rings. It’s an imprisonment band. To prove to the world our contract is sealed. Aiden gives Devious our bands, then he smiles at me.

  Devious grabs my ring finger and says, “I, Cayden Vitali, take Roselyn Bartoli as my lawful wife. To have and hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer. Till death do us part.”

  I gape at the ring he slides on my finger. The diamond is pink and the shape of a heart. Devious gives me the platinum band to put on his finger.