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❤️‍🔥🥀His Sweetest Obsession ❤️‍🩹🗡️

🔥(A Steamy Mafia Romance)🔥

🖊️ Written By:
© Tyna Williams 💕

📖Chapter 4📖

🥀NICOLA🥀

For a full minute after Enzo spoke, I didn't say a word or more accurately, I couldn't say a word. I basically forgot how to breathe, how to blink, how to think. All I did was stare at him, mouth slightly agape, waiting for him to burst out laughing and tell me he was just joking.

That didn't happen.

Eventually, I got over my shock and swallowed, thinking carefully about what my next words should be.

"I think I may have misheard you. Could you come again?" I eventually decided to say.

"It's pretty simple what I asked, Nicola. This man–" he pointed at Bruce's quivering form–"touched you, right?" I nodded and he went on. "And he's the same man from last night who cornered you in the bathroom. Obviously he hasn't learnt his lesson so it's up to you to choose how to punish him. Do you want me to have them break his fingers or cut off his fingers?"

He might as well have been discussing the weather going off the casualness with which he spoke. It was terrifying that he could sound like that while asking me if I wanted to cut off a man's fingers.

Beads of perspiration began to form on my forehead and a lump materialised in my throat that made breathing a little more difficult. I took a step back, pressing my back to the wall while trying not to break under his pointed gaze.

One perfectly groomed eyebrow arched ever so slightly and my knees buckled under the weight of the choice he'd presented me with.

He was waiting for an answer but what the f**k was I supposed to say?

My eyes darted to Bruce and we locked eyes. His eyes were wide with terror and I could practically see the words he was unable to say reflected in his fearful eyes. I looked away and down at my fingers which I'd started to wring.

Bruce was a piece of s**t. Regardless of what I chose, he deserved that and more. He definitely didn't deserve my sympathy but I didn't have it in me to deprive him of his hands or of the use of his fingers. I opened my mouth to tell him just that but the words got stuck in my throat as I stared at Enzo who looked so detached, so unaffected by the squirming man only a few feet away from him.

I had no idea who he was but anyone who could put fear in the hearts of Elysium's VIP was obviously not someone to mess with. What if I told him I didn't want to punish Bruce and he decided to punish me instead? That definitely wouldn't be ideal.

"Or should I just have them cut off his entire hand instead?"

My head snapped up with a swiftness that would've made me since if I wasn't so razor focused on the man sitting languidly on the couch in front of me, his impassive eyes fixed on me as he took a long puff of his cigar before exhaling. The lights of the room weren't lit too brightly but it was enough for me to see the look in his eyes which was nothing. There was nothing behind those dark eyes of his yet I got the terrifying sense that he meant every word he said. He would cut off Bruce's hand if I didn't give him an answer.

Bruce's screams were muffled by the gag but it was loud enough to send shivers down my spine. It was clear what he was asking for but I couldn't tear my eyes away from Roman to even look at him.

"B-break his fingers," I sighed, admitting defeat, breaking eye contact and looking down at my hands again. I was still staring down at my fingers when I heard the first sickening crunch. I shuddered, my fingers stilling. Bruce screamed and with every crunch that followed, his screams only grew louder. It was a guttural sound I knew I'd never forget for as long as I lived.

After they were done breaking the five fingers on his right hand, Bruce's screams gradually faded until they were just soft wails and whimpers.

"Take him out. That sound is so grating," Enzo groaned, pinching his temple.

The men swiftly obeyed his order and Bruce was carried of the room. Once the door closed, leaving both of us all alone, I started to shake like a leaf caught in a rainstorm, all too aware of the fact that I was now alone in the room with a certified psychopath.

"I really thought you'd be able to stomach more than that, Nicola. But you look like you're about to faint." He sounded amused, a fact I noted morbidly. "Come over and sit."

"No. No. I'm fine. I just–" I trailed, realisation dawning on me. "Why would you think I'd be able to stomach that after just one interaction?"

His eyes flickered up. Amusement shone in them as he levelled a stare at me.

"Intuition." He shrugged, taking another drag of his cigar.

"You said that too yesterday. You know me, don't you? I don't think we've met before but you know me. How long have you been keeping tabs on me and why? What's your game plan?" I fired off question after question, hoping to regain some control of the situation after what'd just happened. However, I found myself coming to a stop when he smiled. He didn't just smile. He full-on grinned at me.

It was the most emotion I'd seen him display since I'd met him yesterday and it threw me off guard. There was something almost sinister behind his grin that unnerved me.

"It's nice to see that your tongue has loosened, Nicola. Okay, I'll bite." He put out his cigar on an ashtray in front of him and leaned back on the couch. "You were right about one thing. Prior to last night, we haven't met before. But I do know you. And I have a proposition for you."

My heart skipped a beat. That couldn't be good. "What's your proposition?" I asked, in spite of the growing unease in the pit of my stomach.

"You should sit down first. Let's have a drink together." He hadn't threatened me. He'd just offered me a drink. Yet, my legs moved towards the couch of their own accord even while my knees started to quake. I sank down on the couch just as he took out a bottle of whiskey from the mini fridge and slid a glass to me.

I held out my glass while he filled it up and watched as he filled his glass.

"Drink up," he said after taking a sip of his.

I nodded and lifted the glass up to my lips. I intended to only drink a bit but the minute I tasted it, I couldn't stop and downed half of the glass in one go. Maybe it was the stress of the whole evening, the fact that I hadn't had alcohol in months, Enzo's proposition looming over my head or all three but I desperately needed the whiskey.

"What do you want from me, Enzo? Who are you even?"

"You'll find out who I am in due time, Nicola. And as for what I want, it's rather simple, you see. I just want you to marry me."

I blinked once. Then I blinked again. And again. And again. And again.

Then I burst out laughing. It all made sense now. I was f**king dreaming.