Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

A drop of rain dropped onto Mireille’s skin and Dante felt her shiver.

They were close to getting home already and Dante could see the lighting of his home already and he just wished the rain would stall until they got home but the rain had a totally different plan as it suddenly started falling heavily.

Mireille’s grip around Dante became tighter as the rain poured on the both of them.

“It’s okay, Princess. We are almost home and I am right here with you.”

“I… I am fine. Yes… I am fine” Mireille whispered, trying to assure herself that she was fine.

Dante pulled her up from the bridal style he had been carrying her all these while. He made her wrap her legs around his waist and he wrapped his arms around hers.

Mireille pressed her head into his shoulders as she held onto him tightly, her body trembling as memories flashed in her head.

“Hey, daughter” she heard the words as clearly as she had heard it on that rainy night, years ago.

“Please” the word dropped from her lips with a sob.

“I am here, Mireille! No one is going to hurt you as long as I am here!” Dante’s words seemed to calm her down but her grip on him was still tight.

Dante gritted his teeth and quickened his pace.

Immediately his men saw their boss walking in the rain, two men rushed towards him with an umbrella but a glance from Dante made them stand back.

By the time, they were close to the main building, Dante was running already. He heaved a sigh of relief as he stepped into the warmth of the house.

He pulled Mireille back and dropped her gently onto the sofa. His hands grabbed her own hands, running over them soothingly.

“Please… Please hug me, Dante” Mireille requested and Dante quickly did as she said, pulling her into a hug and patting her back as he whispered comforting words to her.

An hour later

Dante glanced over at the sleeping Mireille before lowering his gaze to the floor. The heavy pouring of the rain had turned into a drizzle and Dante was more than glad.

He had a cup of hot coffee in his left hand while his right hand held his phone. He took a sip of the hot, black coffee and dropped the cup on the desk.

He had to call James and ask about this again and this time he wanted the whole information and not some ‘I’d tell you later’.

He walked over to Mireille, kissed her forehead and walked out of the room not wanting to make the call in front of her and risk waking her up from her sleep.

Dante stopped by the stairs and leaned back on the rails, dialing James contact. James picked up on the second ring.

“Hey, Dante. Anything the issue?” James asked.

“You’d better tell me who the hell your step dad is and what he did to Mireille if you don’t want me to get real mad now”

“I…”

“Don’t tell me you can’t tell me, James. Sure, you know you are one of the few people I would not drive a bullet into but if you don’t tell me right now, I am pulling out of this deal and you know what that means”

Dante heard James suck in a large amount of air. He knew James would definitely tell him about it. This deal would be the biggest deal James would be getting on and it was only because of Dante’s involvement. Dante pulling out would cost James a lot.

“He… Our stepdad believed a lot in some weird cult and back then, our mum was sick. There was so little that she could do. I was quite safe though because this cult had taken a particular interest in Mireille and not me. They told our step dad she had great energy and she would have to be their leader when she grows up. He believed the cult a whole lot and… And Mireille had to suffer for it.”

Dante clenched his jaw.

“And….”

“He started by pricking her with needles, claiming it would help ooze out bad energy from her body. I tried stopping him then but… But I was too weak to stop him and my mum was too weak too. He was a lunatic. He was really crazy. It took a lot for Mireille not to end up with scars. He would take her out and I don’t know… I still do not know the places he took her to. He said he took her to the cult house for her to see the people she would lead. And Mireille would always return home in tears but she would never really tell us what happened. And then one… Damn…” James paused for a long while.

“And then one rainy night, he took her out again and when they came back, Mireille was all drenched. She said he had driven her to a mountain and there, he asked her to get in the driver’s seat and drive herself. She was just… She was just twelve man! Just twelve. She begged him and begged him but he forced her to go ahead with it. They almost got into an accident but he took control of the car and they were physically fine. I tried killing the bastard after finding out what he did to Mireille but the bastard was stronger and he beat me up real bad. Every rainy night, he would take Mireille out and every of it was a torture to her. At times, he would tell her she had the abilities to control the rain and would ask her to kneel in the rain and try to stop the rain. He would only let her get up when the rain stopped and he would claim she stopped the rain. He was a crazy bastard, a psychopath! I had to eventually tell our mum about it and mum called one of her friends who was a lawyer but when the lawyer came, it was too late for mum. She had challenged our step dad and he had killed her. He ran away and I had to be there for Mireille. It had to be just the two of us with mum’s friend who was there for us time to time. I… I have never heard of the bastard again and I seriously hope he is dead and gone! ” James sniffled and Dante groaned, his heart wrenching in pain.

Someone had made his princess go through all of that. And even worse, the person had gone scot-free after doing all of that.

“No, James. I hope he is not dead yet. I want to be the end of that bastard. I want to give him a death that befits a psychopath.”