The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

JAXON

PUNCH!

PUNCH!

PUNCH!

PUNCH!

I sent heavy punches at the punching bag, causing it to fly backwards at the weight of my heavy blows. My knuckles were starting to hurt and my wrists were aching so badly, but I wasn’t ready to stop punching the bag. All I wanted to do was vent my pent-up anger and frustration into the bag because that was the main reason it was there in the first place. I increased the weight and strength of my punches, delivering heavy blows to the bag. Non-stop.

My jaws were clenched tightly, my teeth grinding against each other, almost like a vein in my neck was about to pop. The sleeveless sweats and shorts I was wearing were drenched in sweat that wouldn’t stop trickling down my face, which made it look like I had just stepped out of the shower.

I changed my stance, breathing heavily and giving light wheezes in between, punching the bag again. Each blow is heavier than the last one. At some point, the gloves in my hands tore and I stopped punching, unwrapping the gloves off my hands and putting on new ones. I let out a loud grunt, glaring daggers at the punching bag that looked like it was going to fall off any time soon. I growled loudly and punched it, which sent it flying backwards again, and before it could recover from the first punch, I delivered another one to it. One much stronger that had the punching bag falling off from where it was hung.

I tore the gloves off my hands, looking around the gym, my head pounding at the sides with so much headache that it made me feel like my head was going to split into two. My hands were itching. I was desperate to vent out this anger that wanted to overwhelm me. The main reason why I had come down here was to blow off some steam, but instead of blowing off steam, I was aggravated. So aggravated. I was so frustrated and just wanted to scream!

I took a glance at Duncan, who was standing by the entrance like a statue, his head bowed and his hands coming to rest in his front. I scoffed in irritation and looked to my left, my eyes straying to the grey walls of the gym. I marched forward, growling and sending a hard punch to the wall, causing a huge dent. My knuckles had blood gushing out of them but I couldn’t care less. I kept on punching the wall furiously, growling at intervals.

I have met women.

Women with the body of a goddess.

Intimidating women, submissive women, weak women, and any kind of woman one could think of. But never have I met one so stubborn and defiant as Ashley Evaline Miller. The five-feet-three-inch tall woman was doing things to my head. She was messing me up so badly, shattering me into pieces and molding me back into a whole. If it were any other woman that had been trying this hard to resist me, I would have thought twice about blowing her brains off.

But there was something about this woman that just made me want to drop to my knees for her if she asked me to. I knew, deep down, that I wouldn’t think twice if she asked that of me. I would do it without batting an eyelid. I would do it in a heartbeat. She exerted a crazy amount of control over me without even realizing it. Hell, I would worship the ground she walks on if she asked me to.

I was willing to do anything for her.

Why couldn’t she fucking see that?

Why! Why! Why!

I didn’t want to hurt her this way. I didn’t want to make her go through the harsh reality of losing her job and losing her home in one day, but she provoked me. She made me do it. I tried so hard to be level-headed. I tried so hard to be rational and reasonable! Fuck! I even tried to be patient! Something I DO NOT DO under normal circumstances. I have given everything there is to give and it was so disturbing how her resistance made me want her, even more. It made me crave her in ways I couldn’t understand.

It was driving me mad.

It was funny how she thought she could hide from me at the Royal Hotel. One of the very few hotels that I own. I knew I didn’t have to mention that to her because I didn’t want to scare her off. There was no reason to reveal that secret. I knew her every move. I knew everything she did daily. Almost as though I was there with her.

And seeing her in those ridiculously big sweats that threatened to swallow her small frame and shorts that revealed those beautiful legs, I wanted nothing more than to have them wrapped around me as I thrust into her mercilessly, reminding her of who she belonged to. She just had to ruin everything by tying her hair in that wretched ponytail. It irritates me that she would want to hide that bundle of lushness in a ponytail.

She looked breathtaking and it almost hurt to look at her. I was a gentle person. I couldn’t watch my woman shop and pay with her money. I had to instruct Duncan to go pay with my card before she left the store. And then, I dropped a little gift for her at the reception. I just wanted my Peach to be happy. I wanted to make her the happiest woman in the world if she would let me.

She had chosen not to see the right thing standing right in front of her and I was going to do everything within my power to make her see it. Deciding it was high time I called to see if she got my gift. I puffed some air out of my mouth and tucked my hands into my pockets, fishing out my phone and calling her number.

It rang three times before she finally picked up.

“Hello,” Her soft, melodious voice flowed through the speakers of my phone and into my ears, causing me to exhale in contentment. I have always wondered what it would feel like, having this voice be the very one that wakes me up in the morning and being the last person to tell me goodnight.

“Peach__”

“I have told you. Do not call me that! Jaxon, what do you even want from me? Jaxon, I am so tired and I am losing my mind already. Please, just leave me alone. Let me go.” She begged, her voice growing so weak at the end of her words. I heard her sniff and that broke my heart, shattering it into pieces.

“Why are you crying, Peach?” I asked, audaciously. I hate hearing or seeing her cry. It hurts me.

“Really? Are you being serious right now or are you trying to be funny?” She scoffed and I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“You are the reason I am like this and you have the nerve to ask me why I am crying. Gosh, Jaxon, you are unbelievable. A total psycho, if I might add. You know what? Fuck you!” She yelled into the phone.

I chuckled, finding her anger so amusing.

“You should wear your engagement ring, Peach. It’s in the bag I bought for you. You are going to be my wife. You need to wear one. You know I would love more than anything to be on my knees and ask you to marry me. But then…” I paused, clicking my tongue.

“You chose to do it this way,” I exhaled.

“An engagement ring?!” She asked, horrified.

“Yes, Peach. An engagement ring. Beautiful just like you are.” I answered softly, brushing my fingers through my hair.

“Arden!” She snapped.

I haven’t heard my middle name in such a long time and God, it couldn’t have sounded more beautiful than it did right now. I suddenly wished more than anything that she could always call me that.

“You should keep calling me that. It sounds so good coming from you.” I spoke up, unable to suppress the wide grin that was tugging at my lips.

“I don’t care! I am never going to call you that because I am never going to marry you!” She yelled at me.

“Why? You don’t like the ring? Don’t worry. You don’t have to wear it. It wasn’t expensive anyway. It was just fifty thousand dollars. I will get you a more beautiful and deserving one for a Queen like you.” I waved it off.

“Fifty thousand dollars to get a ring for a girl who doesn’t want to marry you? Jesus Christ, Arden, you are crazy! Fucking crazy! Don’t call me anymore. I have made up my mind. I am not going to marry you…”

“… You can go to hell,” She gritted and hung up on me. I blinked, unable to wrap my head around the fact that she just hung up on me. Again. I frowned, tightening my hold on my phone and almost breaking it into two.

“DUNCAN!” I bellowed.

He came running from where he stood, stopping right in front of me and bowing his head in respect.

“Introduce plan C.”

I uttered monotonously and saw a look of surprise flash in his eyes, but he was so quick to collect himself. I dismissed him with a wave of my hands and he bowed before leaving.

Just wait and see how I am going to break you, Peach. You are either mine or mine. No arguments. I was done being reasonable. This time, I was going to take what I wanted by force. Just the way I have always done it.