Your Mafia Trap novel Chapter 21

Melody POV

"So....what to do first?" Darius teased, running the knife against Gabriel's cheek softly.

Gabriel glared at him, "You can fuck off."

Darius chuckled and grabbed Gabriel's jaw, "Awe, does the wittle pretty boy think I'm going to be nice?"

"Fuck you."

"No thanks."

Before either one of us could blink, Darius swung the knife gracefully, creating a slash in Gabriel's cheek. Blood immediately streamed down his face as Gabriel hissed in pain. But it didn't stop there, Darius' eyes held a dangerous and dark look, almost as intimidating as my brother's. He cut him again, this time, along his thigh.

"I think pretty boy needs to learn a lesson about being a man," Darius snarled.

"Lesson one, when a woman doesn't want you, you fuck off."

Gabriel screamed as Darius plunged the knife into his shoulder, twisted it, and yanked it back out.

"Lesson two, it's never okay to play with a woman's heart."

Again, he screamed as Darius stabbed him in the cheek. Causing blood to pool into the CEO's mouth.

"Lesson three, don't ever, ever, touch the mafia's queen."

Gabriel whimpered as Darius yanked the knife from his jaw, his eyes dark with fury. I was stunned, I may have known Darius since I was young, but I have never seen this side of him. The urge to make sure he was okay was knowing at me, but I remained in my spot. My touch will only anger him more.

"O-once I'm f-free, you'll be th-the f-first to die," Gabriel sneered.

I chuckled as I circled him, running my finger along his shoulders and chest, "What makes you think you're going to get away?" I mused, running my hands down his chest.

He swallowed, "H-he will h-help me."

"Oh, I'm afraid you don't know your boss very well. You see, once he has his daughter...he won't need you. You're....irrelevant to his future plans," I whispered as my hands made their way to his manhood.

He frowned, "But Xavien-

"Shush, I know he likes her. I'm working on making them wife and husband."

"Melody?"

"Yeah?"

He studied me, "Are you okay?"

I swallowed, "I'm fine."

He gave me a stern look before locking the cell door. He then pulled me into a hug, "Go ahead," he whispered.

I clung onto his shirt as the tears fell.