The Mafia and His Obsession: Part 1 (Tainted Hearts 4)

And she did hear. Her gasp told me she did.

I scoffed, waiting for the outburst. When I didn’t get one, I opened my eyes.

She quickly dressed up, staying strangely silent. Once her body was covered, she tied her hair in a tight bun.

After, she stood still. Her throat worked up and down as she swallowed. “I thought I was your favorite.”

I released a long, frustrated breath. Here we go again.

“Look, In—” What the fuck is her name?

Inessa? Inna? Anna? Wait no, those were the other three.

“Irina. My name is Irina,” she replied quietly. The sadness in her voice was not mistaken.

“Right, Irina. Look, I don’t have any favorites. I’m a simple guy who wants a simple thing. And I thought you were aware of that when you got involved with me,” I started, now sitting against the headboard.

She opened her mouth to say something, but I stopped her with a hard look.

“To put it simply, I needed a good fuck. A warm pussy to dip myself in. What guy doesn’t need one? And you, Irina, your pussy was wet, warm, and tight enough to keep me entertained for a longer time. That’s it.”

Yeah, I heard her heart break. Too bad, so sad. She knew the rules. They were pretty fucking simple.

“I thought—”

“Well, you thought wrong,” I quickly interrupted. “Now, it’s time for you to move on. Forget about me and my lovely ten-inch anaconda, which I know you love so much. And I will forget about your tight pussy. Got it, baby?”

I raised an eyebrow, waiting for her reply. She swallowed again, blinking away unshed tears. Finally, she nodded. A small heartbreaking nod before turning on her heel and walking away.

The slump of her shoulders and quiet sniffles almost made me feel bad.

Okay, fine. I did feel bad, like a heartless asshole.

But the words were needed. I couldn’t have an ex-fling coming at me and thinking we would get married or some shit.

Not gonna happen. Never ever. Like nope. Zero possibilities.

Did I mention never?

Before she could walk out of my room, I stopped her, feeling bad for being a little too harsh.

“Irina, I am not saying this to hurt you. Or to be an asshole. I am just stating the truth. It’s not your fault. And it’s most definitely not you. Just find a good guy who actually deserves you,” I said quietly. “You are a good girl.”

I heard her taking a deep breath and then exhaled. “Thank you for the sentiment, Mr. Solonik. I appreciate it. And thank you for your time. I also appreciate that. I will now bid you goodbye.”

She didn’t turn around as she spoke. Her words held no anger. They sounded empty.

The door opened, and she walked out. I closed my eyes with a tired sigh.

“I also hope you find a good woman. One who will not make you so heartless anymore. A woman who will actually teach you to be good and how to show compassion.”

My eyes snapped open, but I didn’t catch a final glimpse of her before she closed the door with a soft click.

Her words left a gaping hole in my chest, and they rung loudly in my ears.

I pinched my eyes closed, fighting against the pain in my heart. I never realized that words could actually hurt this much.

Shoot me in the ass and I could bear it.

Shoot me in the heart and I would smile.

But those words…they haunted me.

It hurt so much, knowing that I did find that woman.

Only difference…she wasn’t mine.

“Fuck this shit! Fuck my life! Fuck my whole fucking existence!” I hissed, dropping more f-bombs than I could count.

Punching the mattress, I pulled the comforter over my head, still swearing loudly.

It appeared that sleep wasn’t going to come easily.

Chapter 3

Her

My fingers froze when I saw the doorknob turning. The sunlight was bright in my eyes as I looked outside, not blinking, completely frozen.

It was still too early.

The sun was still high up in the sky. Darkness hadn’t covered the city yet, so why was he coming for me?

I was supposed to still have some time. I was supposed to have time to prepare myself for tonight.

But the plans had changed. He didn’t care.

And now I had to bear it.

The pain. The endless tears. The unspoken words. The unleashed screams.

The newly given scars.

I had thought my body would grow numb over time, but it hurt to realize that you could never go numb.

Every pain was made to be felt.

Over the years, I had learned my lesson. I found a way to fight him. Not physically. Just mentally.

The door opened, and I sucked in a deep breath, waiting for the unexpected. Because with him, it was always unexpected. It was always something new that I had to grow accustomed to.

He always found new ways to defile me. New ways to hurt me.