The Mafia's Mercy

Laisha Gardner 4 stories

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With one hand planted beside my head, the other holding my chin steady, his hungry eyes held me as he said, "I want you. Sweet…innocent." A soft, half-hearted chuckle emitted from the back of his throat, and he murmured, "I want you all to myself.” My erratic heart pounded in my chest, my breath caught in my lungs as his lips trailed ghostly touches against my own, to my cheek where he planted a tender kiss. There was no excuse. A part of me craved a taste of what I knew was no good for me, and it only made me want him more when he shifted to my ear and whispered in a perfect Colombian accent, "Lo quieras o no, un día, serás mía, muñequita.” ("Whether you want it or not, one day, you'll be mine, baby doll.") *** My name is Mercy—Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree. His name is Marcel—Marcello Saldívar. However, at the time, I didn’t know that he, the heir to the Saldívar Mafia empire, was the man that I had blindly offered myself to. As smart as I am, I was stupid all of the times when it actually mattered. After all, he did warn me that he was dangerous. I just didn’t think he could be much worse than my thug of a brother. I was vulnerable—naive. *** "I warned you, doll." His voice strikes a string of chills down the base of my spine, a reminder that all of the time in the world could pass, and he's still not letting go. This is where the good girl in me dies. "You're mine now,” he whispers.