Dangerous Desires Part 2: A Mafia Romance (Corrupt Me series)

by A. G. Khaliq

  Was she even alive right now…?

  I couldn’t stop myself from sobbing and screaming. I couldn’t fucking stop. It felt like I would never stop crying.

  Like a selfish bastard, I'd made this all about my fucking self. I knew that what me and Sapphire had was real… I was just too blinded by hurt to realise.

  I had to save my fucking girl…

  Bring her back to me.

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  fucking did.

  The motherfucker that kidnapped her was going to fucking burn.

  I balled my hands into fists, seething. I was so fucking angry. So damn fucking angry. I wanted to murder.

  I wanted to kill. Right now, I was so pissed off, nothing would stand in my way. Not even my damn conscience.

  I took some time to read the text message again… Doing my best to look for clues.

  It was obvious that Fibonacci had kidnapped her. The fucking bastard who hit her, and gave her all of those scars and bruises. He was about to be a dead fucking man. He gave himself away in this text… With the amount of times he'd fucking mentioned himself.

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  My head was fucking pounding.

  Pounding, and fixated on getting revenge. I was going to burn that motherfucker down to the ground, even if it was the last thing I ever fucking did.

  “I'm coming for you Sapphire,” I murmured to myself, my chest heaving upwards and downwards as my breathing became laboured. Feeling like my chest was constricting, and the walls were closing in on me. Feeling completely and utterly empty and numb.

  “My girl, my beautiful fucking girlfriend.

  I'm sorry for doubting you, baby… I had no fucking right. I'm so sorry. I'll make it all up to you, once I have you back in my arms again. I'm sorry for sleeping with Sharon…”

  Tears continued to fall down my cheeks. It felt like I was about to explode.

  “I'm so fucking sorry,” I sobbed. “I 208

  was just so damn angry… But I promise… I promise that I'll find you real soon.

  “Hang in there, baby girl…”

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  As soon as I watched the CCTV footage, I wasted no time in getting to work at finding Sapphire right away. I grabbed my phone out of the pocket of my trousers with force, holding it out in front of my face, and began violently tapping in Iglesias’s phone number.

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  I held my phone against my ear, seething.

  “Iglesias, I need you to trace a number plate for me. Get the fuck on it RIGHT NOW!” I screamed. “It's 7463UBFJS09. Got it?!”

  “Has

  something

  happened?”

  Iglesias replied, on the other end of the line, seeming on edge with worry and concern in his voice. “But alright. I'm on it.”

  I hung up the phone angrily, not wanting to waste any time. I tapped in Pedro’s number now, my veins pulsating on the surface of my fucking skin.

  “Pedro, I need you to cross-search some security cameras with some faces,”

  I barked. “I'm gonna send you a picture of Sapphire, and a motherfucker that's kidnapped her. Let me know if you see 211

  them on anything.”

  “Sapphire was kidnapped?!” Pedro shouted, sighing. “I'm on it!”

  I hung up the phone again, before I let out a deep sigh, and took my head into my hands, rocking it backwards and forwards with stress. I guessed that this was all I could do for now… Now, I just had to be a little patient, because without a location, I would just be out looking for Sapphire on a whim and getting nowhere, wasting even more time than I already had. It had already been weeks…

  My heart hammered against my chest.

  “Hello,” came a voice.

  I darted my eyes across the room, folding my arms doubtfully. I couldn’t believe what I was fucking seeing.

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  Sapphire’s ex-boyfriend Brett was walking into the room, and I had no fucking idea why he was here, and what the hell he wanted with me. What the hell was going on?

  “Aren't you the prick from the funeral?” I snarled.

  “Yep,” Brett shot back. “And I might be the only prick who's able to help you find your girlfriend.”

  “Why would you want to help me?”

  I retorted, repulsed. “You're her ex.”

  Brett rolled his eyes. “I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this for Sapphire.

  I still care about her and I want her to be safe.”

  I found myself tensing. “What do you know?”

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  “Me and her were together for a few years,” he shrugged flatly.

  I balled my hands into fists, knowing that he was getting a kick out of rubbing it in. Rubbing in that he also shared an intimate connection with the love of my damn life.

  Don't punch him, I screamed to myself internally. Don't punch him.

  Don't…

  I folded my arms angrily, doing my best to keep myself together and compose myself.

  “So naturally, I know a lot about Fibonacci,” Brett went on.

  “Right,” I replied bluntly.

  “I think I know the area where he used to keep her locked up in a cage. My 214

  bets are that he's taken her there,” Brett explained.

  “Where is this place?” I asked, rubbing my chin in thought.

  “You're gonna have to give me a few hours to pull up the coordinates…

  Because it's in the middle of nowhere,”

  Brett sighed exhaustedly.

  “Okay,” I breathed, feeling a little weight lifted off of my shoulders. “As much as I fucking despise you, thank you for this.”

  Brett rolled his eyes in response.

  “I'll give you some space,” I mumbled, and turned on my heel to begin walking out of the room.

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  was.

  I just hoped that I wasn’t too late and that nothing had happened to her…

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  My eyes burned into Donte’s back as I watched him leave. As much as I fucking hated this bastard… I couldn't have him searching for Maya, without her blowing her real identity. It would compromise everything, and we’d all end up in danger.

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  If Maya was dead…

  Then there would be no way we could get back together again. And I knew that Donte would probably hurt her if he found out the truth about her, seeing as she was on a mission here to put him behind bars in the first place.

  Maybe helping Donte to search for Maya would put me in her good books.

  Make her realize how much I still loved her. And maybe she would give me another chance.

  I was a million times better than this Donte scum, anyway.

  I rolled my eyes angrily, before searching my phone.

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  It was time to pull up the coordinates of Fibonacci's hideout.

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  While I waited for Brett to get in touch with me with the coordinates, and Iglesias and Pedro to update me on the number plate and CCTV, I made my way to the club. I needed to speak to Dad about cutting off the arranged marriage deal. I'd get backlash for it, and I’d probably end up starting a war for going 220

  back on the contracts, but I didn't give a fuck. This was something that I needed to do. To prove to Sapphire that I was serious… To repay my debts to her. The debt I had to her because I fucking slept with Sharon. She was worth the trouble.

  She was worth the whole world.

  I drove at high-speed on the Highway, accelerating my car to soaring heights, before I finally arrived at the club after some road rage. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had so much that I needed to take care of. I would turn the world upside down if it meant that I could have Sapphire back in my arms. The only woman who owned my heart. The only woman I would ever be
capable of loving.

  “Dad, I need to talk to you,” I called out, as I stormed into the private lounge upstairs, where he was sitting down on his chair taking care of finances.

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  Dad rubbed his chin, before he closed his Accounting book and looked back up at me.

  “Hey Donte,” he smiled. “What's up, son?”

  I sighed heavily, slumping down onto the couch next to him as I poured myself a shot of alcohol.

  “I did something really stupid,” I muttered.

  “What?” he asked.

  “I signed the marriage contract with Sharon,” I mumbled.

  “You did what?” Dad shouted, repulsed. “I thought you hated her!”

  “I do,” I snapped exhaustedly, pouring myself more alcohol. “It's 222

  Sapphire I want, Dad… But me and her were on bad terms. And I was angry.”

  “You can't just go fuck another bitch and make rash decisions whenever your love life is suffering,” Dad snarled bitterly. “I've had it up to here with you, Donte! You behave so recklessly! You're so fucking immature!”

  “Cut me some slack,” I barked. “I was fucking hurting.”

  “Hurting enough to sign a contract with a woman you don't wanna be with?”

  Dad hissed, seething. “Don't you understand how contracts fucking work?

  You've fucking bound yourself to Sharon! Promised her your hand in marriage!”

  “Like I give a fuck.”

  I rolled my eyes angrily, slamming 223

  my glass down on the table with force.

  “Please sort something out, Dad,” I pleaded, taking my head into my hands.

  “You’re my only hope.”

  “You're gonna cause a fucking war!” Dad bellowed. “And I don't know about you Donte, but I'm having a pretty good time living a legal life. You're gonna ruin everything we have and everything we worked so hard for, because you fucked it up and couldn’t keep it in your damn pants!”

  Dad broke off his sentence, rattling his fists angrily.

  “Look, I only signed it a few damn days ago,” I muttered. “I'm sure something can be done. It's only been a few days.”

  Dad sighed exhaustedly. “I guess 224

  we could apply for an annulment… And say that you were under the influence of alcohol when you signed it.”

  “Thanks

  Dad,”

  I

  mumbled

  gratefully.

  “But I'm fucking warning you now,” Dad blustered. “You better not make me put my fucking neck on the line for you again. You’re lucky that it’s only been a few days, or we’d have a whole shit-storm on our hands. The next time you have a lovers tiff, don't go signing contracts with the fucking Mafia.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Trust me, I don't intend to, Dad. I won't let you down again.”

  “Good,” Dad barked. “Now get out of my fucking sight. I've got some phone calls to make, and I’ve got to clean up your fucking mess. You’re gonna be the 225

  fucking death of me, Donte, I swear by it.”

  I opened my mouth to speak, but then I closed it again. I sighed heavily, knowing that I’d already done enough damage. I was lucky to have a father like mine… A father who I let down countlessly, yet he still had my back like nobody else did. I owed him the world.

  It was time to fix things. It was time to step up.

  It was time for me to be a proper man.

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  I sat down in my car, patiently waiting for a phone call from the pretty-boy motherfucker Brett. He had me waiting for hours, and my patience was wearing thin. I didn’t have any time to fucking waste.

  As if on cue, my phone began to 227

  vibrate. I looked at it and let out a sigh of relief. It was Brett. He was finally ringing me and putting me out of my misery.

  I clicked Receive on the phone call, and held my phone against my ear.

  “Hey Donte?” Brett said on the other end of the line. “I got the coordinates of Fibonacci's hideout.

  Where do you want me to meet you?”

  “I'm on the motorway back to work,” I explained. “I'll be with you in an hour. I just had to take care of some stuff.”

  I heard Brett let out a sigh. I hung up the phone, and pushed the accelerator on my car to drive faster.

  I couldn't believe that out of all people, I decided to work with Sapphire's fucking ex-boyfriend. He better be 228

  fucking right about where she is and where this hide-out is, or God help him for the way I was going to make him suffer for wasting my motherfucking time.

  “I should call Pedro and Iglesias to see if what they found matches up with Brett's coordinates,” I murmured to myself.

  I violently pressed Iglesias’s number into the keypad of my phone.

  “I just sent you some coordinates, Iglesias,” I barked. “Does what you traced match up with them?”

  “Yeah, I got an area code of where the van went,” Iglesias replied stressfully.

  “It's in the middle of fucking nowhere.

  Fifty kilometres of sand on either side of the building. The coordinates match up.

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  security cameras, though.”

  I let out a sigh, as my chest heaved upwards and downwards. I had to keep myself together and stay strong. The last thing I needed to do was fucking panic. It would get me nowhere. I needed to ensure that Sapphire was safe.

  “That's fine,” I responded to Iglesias calmly. “Come meet me outside Indigo Limited in half an hour. Bring Arturo and Pedro, too. We're gonna drive there together, and you're coming cos I'm gonna need back up.”

  I hung up the phone angrily. My heart was pounding against my chest so loudly that I could physically feel my body ache. I was trembling with emotion.

  I couldn’t handle my feelings. It felt like everything was hitting me at a hundred miles per hour.

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  “I've found you, baby girl…” I murmured to myself, as I thought of Sapphire’s beautiful face. Her beautiful eyes, her chubby cheeks, her plump lips, her gorgeous smile. “Sit tight. I'm coming for you soon.”

  I remembered that I’d promised I would keep Maisie in the loop, so I sent her a quick text.

  Now, it was just a matter of time before I would find Sapphire. All I could do was pray that I would find her in good health. That God had kept her safe.

  In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit…

  The trinity…

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  I was starting to lose hope. Fibonacci hadn't come back once since he'd locked me up in here. I was so hungry, and so damn thirsty.

  My whole body was failing me. It felt like I was on fire. Like I was in an endless cycle of pain. I could barely feel 232

  my legs, and all of my muscles had gone so weak, that I could barely stand on my two legs, because my bones felt so damn weak.

  I was giving up hope now. There was no way that Donte would be able to help me… Or anybody, for that matter.

  Donte was the only person who really cared about me, and Yasmeen and Maisie were hardly capable of hunting down a kidnapper. Other than those three…

  I pretty much had no-one.

  And now, my loneliness was coming back to bite me in the ass, because I knew that I was going to die in here alone.

  All I could keep fucking wondering about was…

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  Who the fuck helped Fibonacci to find me? It must have been somebody I know...

  Or knew.

  Was it somebody from the

  underground fights all those years ago?

  I had no fucking idea…

  A sudden sound of rattling caused me to jolt upwards and snap out of my thoughts. I could feel my chest constrict on me and my foggy tear-filled eyes squint in terror as I realized that Fibonacci was here.

  Why couldn’t he just leave me a
lone?

  Why couldn’t he just leave me to die in peace?

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  At least then, I would be reunited with my mother…

  “GET THE FUCK UP, BITCH!”

  Fibonacci bellowed.

  I clutched my body, unable to move a single inch. It felt like my body was failing me. I didn’t know how much fight in me I had left…

  I felt like nothing.

  Absolutely fucking nothing.

  “DIDN’T YOU HEAR ME?!”

  Fibonacci roared. “GET THE FUCK

  UP!”

  Fibonacci kicked my stomach to the point I was wailing in pain, crying out, my cries getting weaker with every blow. He grabbed hold of me with force, forcing me to stand on my two feet. I felt 235

  so limp and weak, that I could barely stand straight without feeling like I was going to collapse. Without feeling like my world was going to end.

  “Stand up straight when I fucking talk to you!” he snarled.

  “I c –” I howled. “I can't…”

  “You should've died by now, you fucking bitch,” Fibonacci seethed.

  “Looks like you've got more fight than I thought. But Daddy Donte isn't coming to rescue you. Let's see how much of this you can stand, seeing as you can go this long without food or water.”

  Fibonacci

  punched

  my

  face

  repeatedly, to the point my jaw snapped and I was coughing out blood. I fell to the ground, howling in pain, as my surroundings began to blur around me. I couldn’t tell the difference between my 236

  dreams and reality anymore, because everything seemed to blend together into one. I could feel myself drift in and out of unconsciousness as I screamed and wailed, and Fibonacci continued to hit me, mercilessly, relentlessly.

  Punch.

  Kick.

  Punch.

  Punch.

  Punch.

  Kick.

  Kick.

  Punch.

  And he wouldn’t fucking stop…

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  He wouldn’t fucking stop…