I Paid A Mafia Boss For Our Night

Chapter 18 I Am My Father'S Tool

Chapter 18 I Am My Father's Tool

Antonio stepped on the man's leg, shattered by bullets, as the man clutched at Antonio's thigh, begging for mercy. "Please, I won't do it again, I swear!"

"Who sent you?" Antonio spat out a string of unfamiliar names, breaking a finger for each name he said. The man writhed in agony, confessing to being hired to follow and kidnap me.

The man's cries buzzed in my head.

After dealing with him, Antonio ordered his men to take him away. But having heard everything the man repeated, I realized I was implicated because of Antonio. He had taken me to that restaurant and kissed me deliberately, like marking his territory, just to lure this man out...

I glared at him, pushing him away, my fear, panic, and heartache intermingled, shattering my illusions of Antonio. "Are you a devil? Why would you do this to me?"

A terrifying silence filled the dark alley. Matteo stared at me, his eyes wide and mouth agape.

Dante expressionlessly dragged Matteo and the man on the ground out of the alley.

"Damn you!" Antonio choked me against the wall, the plaster crumbling under his fists. "Do you know who you're talking to, Sienna? I've warned you many times, remember your place as my mistress, don't take my kindness for granted!"

He was furious. My neck under his grip, I felt the suffocating pain, my face turning bright red, but I was defiant! Even if I was just a mistress, forced into his plaything, my fate wasn't his to toy with!

He insulted me, draining the little affection I had left for him. He was just like Nico, both scum!

I struggled, punching his chest and kicking at his shins and knees, my desperation giving me strength.

He was going to kill me! All his tender moments, special treatments, were just his ways to deceive, using me as a shield, a ruthless mafioso! Antonio watched coldly as I nearly fainted from suffocation before he finally loosened his grip, letting me collapse weakly on the filthy ground. Fresh air rushed into my bruised throat. I coughed violently, tears streaming uncontrollably as I clutched at my chest, feeling nauseous.

"I'm ending our contract!" I tried to shout, but only a hoarse whisper came out, barely audible even to myself. Antonio glanced coldly and stepped into the darkness of the alley.

I had to end it! A strong sense of danger overwhelmed me. I couldn't entangle further with Antonio, a massive temptation and a massive threat, he would consume me completely.

I knelt, too weak to stand, crawling to pick up the shower gel. Matteo ran over to help me up. "Boss told me to take you home and pack your things."

I wanted to push him away, but my legs trembled too much; I couldn't walk on my own, and I couldn't bear to stay a moment longer, I was so cold, I needed a shower!

Matteo left me at my doorstep. "That's as far as I go." He scratched his head, his eyes gleaming under the street lamps. "You're tough, the first woman to hit our boss, and miraculously, he didn't shoot you."

I managed a hoarse laugh. "If he killed me, he'd lose 80 million dollars."

Matteo moved his lips as if to speak but was interrupted by a honking horn. He hurried off.

I dragged my exhausted body home. The moment the door closed, I collapsed, my knees hitting the floor loudly, the pain certain to bruise. My throat felt swollen, definitely injured.

I should have known, Antonio was just a brutal thug, and I was just his mistress, a lowly woman gambling with her body, not worthy of his pity or care. I laughed miserably. How naïve and foolish I was, what was I even expecting? Too low, Sienna!

"Sienna?!" My father came down the stairs, startled at my disheveled appearance. He hesitated, ready to retreat upstairs. "Did... did the casino people come? Did they come to take me?"

I closed my eyes in despair, repeatedly questioning in my mind why such a cowardly man was my father.

"Why don't you ask if I'm alright, or how badly I'm hurt?" I yelled weakly, my voice sharp. "Can't you see my mess? Can't you see my injuries? Can't you see me struggling on the floor? Can't you help me up?"

"Is that how you talk to your father?" Realizing there was no immediate danger, he straightened up, yelling back. "Are you a child, can't you get up by yourself? Look at you, just off some man's bed. I'm telling you, you can meet any men, just don'tlet Antonio find out, or we both die. Don't drag your old father into this!"

I, I..." I was so angry I threw the shower gel at him. "Bastard! Son of a bitch!"

"Go on, say what you want, you uncultured thing. It's like you'll die if you don't curse me one day. Do you even look like a daughter?" My father picked up the shower gel and płaced it on the stairs. "Give me some money, I don't even have money for food!"

"No money! Where would I get money, you gambled it all away!" I was so upset my chest heaved. "If you dare gamble again, you will no longer be my father!"Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"You're useless! You hooked up with Antonio's golden thigh and still don't know how to get money back, no good! If you don't have money, I'll ask Valentina, she's living it up with your mom in Philly." As he spoke, his eyes gleamed with greed.

What did he say? He was going to ask Valentina for money? No, he couldn't! That would ruin the peacefuKife Valentina and my mom had finally earned for themselves, and he would use my being Antonio's mistress as bragging rights, he'd completely ruin me!

I trembled in horror, screaming that he couldn't go.

My father sneered, "Why can't I go? Valentina is getting married, isn't she?"

My hair stood on end with fear, how did he know? I had asked my mom to let me tell dad the news! How could she tell him?

Where's my phone? Where's my phone?

I searched all over but couldn't find my phone, then remembered I had left it in my room when I went out to buy the shower gel. I glared at him with red eyes. "Did you answer my phone?"