The Mafia’s Forbidden Desire

111| Let Me Go.



ROSALINDA My head was banging so much that it felt like it was going to explode. For how long have I been sleeping? I wondered, as I tried to open my eyes, only to abruptly close them back due to the blinding light. After a few seconds, I tried again, but this time, slowly, until my eyes adapted to the light. Suddenly, I caught sight of a familiar face sitting on a sofa not so far from the bed, and I jerked up in perplexity. “What are you doing here?” I demanded. “You’re awake.” Liam grinned, and just then, reality sank in. I looked around the room, fear crawling through me as everything that happened rushed back in. I remembered everything-how I was kidnapped from the gas station and drugged until I was knocked out. “Liam. What the hell is this?” I demanded fiercely, hiding the fear crawling through me. “What do you think it is?” He raised a brow, expecting a response from me. And when he didn’t get any, he continued. “I told you, Rosalinda, that I adore you. And whatever I want, I take.” “You are not making any sense right now.” I took a step closer to him and raised my voice, despite the ache threatening to tear my head apart. “Let me go. Now!” “You are mine, and you are not going anywhere.” He stated firmly. “I am not yours!” I retorted fiercely. “And you are going to let me go.” I knew him to be delusional, but I never thought he was a fucking psychopath. “You should rest.” He stood up and closed the distance between us. “Liam. Stop this.” “Stop what?” He took his hand to my hair and tucked it behind my ear. He leaned in, and I held in my breath, refusing to breathe in the same air as him. “I’m only taking what’s rightfully mine. It might take a while, but you would eventually want me too.”

“Antonio would find you, and he would make you pay.” I spat bitterly as I pushed him away from me.

“Oh, he wouldn’t.” He said confidently, shrugging. The door creaked open, and a middle-aged lady in an apron walked in, bearing a tray of food. “Food is here. You should eat to regain your strength.” He said, chuckling. What was funny? “I’d rather die than eat anything in the house.” I spat. “You would eat.” He stated firmly, and before I could reply, he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the sofa area, where the lady had dropped the food on the coffee table. “Eat. Now!” He groaned authoritatively, forcing me to sit. “You think you’re crazy, but I’d show you that I’m crazier!” I yelled and quickly reached for the tray, smashing everything to pieces on the wall. He stared at me, then glanced at the shattered plates and food before looking back at me. “Fierce. I like it.” He said, a face-splitting grin tugging his lips apart. “I never liked easy women.” My eyes narrowed as I stared at him in disbelief. He was truly a psychopath. When I first met him, I thought he was smart and sensible, but I was all wrong. “Let me go. Liam. Please!” I placed my hand on my belly and gently rubbed it. “I am pregnant. I need to get out of here. And besides, what do you want to do with a pregnant woman? I can never give you the love you seek. Please, let me go.” “I know you are pregnant, which is why I want you to feed well. Don’t worry…” He raised his hands in the air. “I’m not a monster. I won’t evacuate the pregnancy because I wouldn’t want you to die in the process.” His demeanour darkened as he continued. “But once the baby is born, I will kill it immediately. But rest assured.” His psychopath smile crept up his lips. “I won’t allow you to see it before I get rid of it. That way, you won’t develop an emotional attachment to it, and you’ll easily forget it ever existed.” An intense wave of fear jolted through me at his statement. He was much more demented than I had thought. “You would never take my baby away from me.” I muttered slowly, my entire being reverberating with hatred-a hatred that was even deeper than the one I harboured towards Lorenzo. I would rather send him to hell to dine with his fellow psychopath-Lorenzo-than have him take my baby from me.

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“I’ll come back when you’re calmer.” He said, smiling, before turning around and leaving me alone in the room. I trotted to the door and tried to open it, but as expected, it was locked. I banged it repeatedly with all my might, hoping someone would just open it and free me from my current misery, but there was no response. Turning around, I rushed to the window to see if it was open. A sense of relief washed over me when I realised it was open, but that relief faded when I looked through it and realised I was up on the third floor. But I wasn’t going to give up. I had to leave there before the psychopath finally lost his mind completely. Looking around the room, I gathered all the bedsheets and clothing that I could tie into a rope and descend down the window. After quickly tying everything together, I secured one end of the rope to the bed frame, which wasn’t so far from the window. I threw the entire rope over the window afterwards, and I looked around to make sure none of his men were in sight. Once I was sure that no one was there, I slowly began to descend. I just had to make sure I got to the ground unnoticed. Once I was on the ground, I would ditch Liam’s men and escape from the compound. I had evaded my Papa’s men multiple times before; I could evade these ones too, I thought. I continued going down, slowly but steadily. The closer I got to the ground, the more hope filled me. I was scared, but I was determined. Just as my hope reached its peak when I got so close to the ground, it came crumbling around me. I fucking landed in the arms of mother fucking Liam. Oh, no. I shut my eyes tightly in despair before shooting them back open. “Liam, please, put me down.” My desperation was evident in my voice. He didn’t say anything to me in response as he quietly walked to the front door, all the way to the same room I just escaped from with me in his arms. I didn’t even attempt to wiggle out of his arms or throw a tantrum because I knew it was all useless. I was fucked! Once inside the room, he threw me on top of the bed, and I screeched in pain. “Why are you doing this to me?” I asked, tears welling up in my eyes.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Please let me go. I am begging you.” “You are proving stubborn, uh?” His voice was as dark as his demeanor as she climbed on top of me and ripped my blouse apart, exposing my breasts in my bra. My eyes widened in extreme perplexity at the realisation of what he was about to do. No. No. No. “Is this how you want me to love you?” I cried, screaming. “By raping me? I would never love you!” “Right.” He brows drew together as he suddenly lifted himself from on top of me. “I have to earn your trust to earn your love.” I watched as his demeanour changed from extreme darkness to softness. I was beyond shocked and relieved. Pointing his finger at me, he warned. “Don’t ever try that again. You can’t run away from me.” He leaned in and gently caressed my cheek. “Your food would be brought in; make sure you eat this time. If not, I won’t be happy with you.” With that, he plastered a wide smile on his lips before turning around and leaving. After he left, I quickly picked myself up and looked through the window, only to realise that two men were already stationed there, guarding the window. Oh, fuck, sh*t! Soon after, the door creaked open again, and the woman who brought in food the last time came bearing another tray of food, with a blue blouse hanging on her shoulder. She paused for a second, her gaze scanning the condition of my blouse, before trudging to the coffee table and placing the tray on it. She carefully laid the blue blouse on the sofa, then turned to look at me with a smile. “I was asked to bring your food. And also…” she gestured at the blouse on the sofa. “This.” “What’s your name?” I asked her. Her lips curled up in a smile. “Linda.” I rushed to her, holding her by her shoulders as I pleaded desperately. “Linda, please help me. Please. I am-I am pregnant.” I couldn’t control the tears that rushed out of my eyes. “Please, I can’t stay here any longer. Please help me.” She shook her head vigorously. “I can’t. There’s nothing I could do, even if I wanted to help you.” “You can do something. I just need your phone. That’s all. Please.” I pleaded. She was my only hope. If I could get her to give me her phone, I could call Antonio, and I would be out of here in no time. “I can’t. He would kill me if he found out.” She immediately refused, shaking her head. “He wouldn’t find out. Just help me, please.” I pleaded. Empathy saturated her features, hinting that she was contemplating. I just needed to push harder. “Just one call, please. I need to get out of here for my baby.” I said with desperacy. “He said he would kill my baby once I delivered her. Please, I can’t let him do that to her. You can’t let him do that to her.” Her eyes widened in horror. “What?!” “Yes.” Another wave of tears spilled through my eyes. “Please help me.” She scratched the back of her neck, and I could tell she wanted to help but was just scared. “Please.” I pressed on. “Just one call.” She finally said, and I nodded desperately. Blowing out a sharp breath, she retrieved her phone from the pocket of her apron and handed it to me. “Please make it quick.” I hurriedly typed Antonio’s number and dialled it. He picked up after a few seconds, and I sighed in relief, but before I could open my mouth to say anything, Linda snatched the phone from me and ended the call, slipping the phone into her apron pocket. “I am sorry.” She said, shaking her head. “I wish I could help, but I can’t. He would kill me.” She quickly turned around and began to walk away from me. I followed her, determined to forcefully take the phone from her and call Antonio again, but my plan got ruined when Liam pushed the door open. “I came to make sure you ate.” He grinned, and I let out a frustrated sigh as I turned around and slammed my palm over my forehead. I was beyond screwed.


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