Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 23: Chapter 23

"Including blackmailing me into helping you, I suppose." My jaw fell open. I actually hadn't considered that. "You could just as easily kill me."
We stared at one another, each trapped and wondering who would lash out first. Or, would we become allies in this nightmare? He slipped his hands into his trouser pockets. "My father will be very angry if you leave. He'll never stop hunting you down."
"Is that your way of telling me you plan to kill me?"
"I'm not going to kill you, Tina ." He gave a grim laugh and rubbed his eyes. "I probably should. Cazzo! I hate this. I have prayed countless times to prefer women, to be like all the others."
"So you aren't bisexual?"
"No, I am one hundred percent gay."
"See, I like the D, too. We have that in common." That got a small laugh out of him. "Strangely, it is a relief to tell someone even if it is the woman I'm going to marry."
We weren't going to marry, but I didn't bother correcting him. "You've lived with this secret a long time."
"Since I was nine. The hardest part has been lying to my father. All he cares about are future generations of Ravazzanis to carry on the family legacy."
"He cares about you, too. Otherwise, why come all the way to Toronto and kidnap me?"
"Because of your mother. He thinks you and I will make beautiful Ravazzani babies together." I pressed a hand to my stomach, feeling my dinner unsettle.
"The man you were with? Does he know who you are?" Dimitri nodded. "He's a low-level foot soldier. We've been together for a year or so. I…." He clenched his jaw, his eyes darting away.
I sensed his need to confess, though I had no idea what he might say. "You can tell me, G."
"I love him," he blurted, the lines of his face deepening. He looked ravaged by guilt and secrecy. "We talk about running away all the time,
going to America and leaving the 'ndrina behind."
But he couldn't. He was the Ravazzani heir, the only male child. His father would never allow it. There were no words to make this any less painful, so I stepped forward and gave him a hug.
Rafael's POV
Beads of sweat cascaded off my body, dripping onto the belt of my treadmill. I ran every morning in my gym, but today I couldn't seem to stop, punishing myself for no reason. While I had forced Dimitri and Valentina to go to dinner last night, I hadn't expected them to stay out so late. Upon their return, I studied the footage and saw my son take her to his bedroom. They remained there for some time, and then Valentina had emerged, barefoot, her heels in her hands, with her hair mussed. Had Dimitri fucked her?
I sneered. Boys. If my son had fucked her, he'd done a piss poor job of it. If I had her in my bed, I'd keep her there all night, giving her more
orgasms than her body could handle. I'd have her in every position up against a wall, from behind, under me and over me. And I wouldn't stop, doing every depraved thing my mind could conjure up, until she screamed, unable to handle any more.
Cazzo, why couldn't I stop fantasising about her? I cranked up the speed, running faster, my muscles screaming from the effort. Sweat rolled down my bare chest and into my shorts. She was becoming an obsession, one I could not afford.
Even fucking Katarzyna hadn't purged Valentina from my mind, this constant dark need that crawled inside me like a junkie craving a fix.I should send them away after they marry. As much as I liked having my family here, I wasn't sure I could watch them together, a happily married couple, knowing he was fucking her on the other side of the house.
Watching her grow up with his children. I might as well put a bullet in my brain. Slapping the stop button, I slowed and finally stepped off. My chest heaved from the effort to breathe and I went to take my shower. There were many unpleasant tasks awaiting me today, including finding the discrepancy with Dimitri 's shipment two nights ago.
Then at some point, Valentina would choose her wedding dress and I'd need to return her things. That meant seeing her again, which I both desired and dreaded at the same time. I allowed myself one more fantasy while in the shower. One more daydream of fucking my son's fiancée. She was tied up on my bed, her bratty mouth gagged as her eyes remained angry and hot. Her naked body undulated with pleasure and frustration, her sex swollen and wet, begging to be filled.
My erection was so hard, it hurt, and I jerked myself furiously, a man possessed as the images continued. Finally, I moaned while thick ropes of come washed away down the drain. As I dried off and dressed in a dark grey suit, I vowed this would be the last time. I would focus on the issues at hand instead of panting after a girl young enough to be my daughter.