Mafia Lord’s Possession

The front door creaked open, and she knew without even lifting her head from the pillow, that he was home.

She lay still for a moment, heart already tightening in her chest, then forced herself out of bed. The cold floor bit into her bare feet as she padded toward the hallway, every step weighted with dread.

Her uncle, Simone Rizzo, was already seated on the couch. He looked up as she entered the room, his smile tight, eyes unreadable.

“You’re up, Alessia,” he said, voice smooth with a false warmth Alessia had grown to hate.

“Couldn’t sleep,” She replied, brushing a hand through her tangled hair. “Welcome back.”

He nodded, eyes dragging over her in a way that always made her skin crawl, like she was a d*mn prey. Not family. Not someone he’d raised.

“I made dinner,” she said quickly, trying to fill the silence. “I’ll heat it up.”

She turned toward the kitchen, but he called after her.

“You look different lately,” he said. “Like you’re not a little girl anymore.”

She froze, back still turned to him. Her throat dried instantly, and she swallowed the bitter taste rising behind her tongue.

“Thanks, I guess.” She walked faster, not giving him the chance to say anything else.

Inside the kitchen, she moved on autopilot, reheating the lasagna, setting out plates, avoiding the sharp twist of unease in her stomach. But then she felt him behind her.

Too close. Too quiet.

“Zio?” She asked, not turning around.

No response.

She stiffened. She could clearly feel his presence, like static in the air, filled with something unspoken. Her hands trembled as she reached for the plates, trying to pretend everything was fine.

But everything was not fine.

And when she finally turned to face him, something in his expression confirmed what she’d been too scared to admit for years: this house was no longer safe.

"You look good tonight." He said again, his thick Italian accent becoming stronger when he said, 'Tonight'

Alessia's smile faltered as she looked into her uncle's eyes. She glanced down at her outfit and back at him, ignoring the fear in her stomach.

"Zio, there's nothing special in the outfit. I'm dressed homely.“ she laughed awkwardly.

"Oh, I'll have whatever you made." He suddenly blurted out as if she had asked.

He could barely contend with his inner desires as he watched her perfect legs in the shorts.

He reached into his pants to stroke his already hard member as he envisioned her lying on his bed with her legs parted before him. He didn’t care if this woman before him was his niece. All that mattered was the curves of her body, the ones he had watched grow.

'F*ck!' He murmured.

Alessia felt movements behind her again and she couldn't hold it this time as she turned slowly to face him again.

"Zio?!" Alessia let out a scream in panic at the sight of her uncle stroking behind her.

His c*ck was already out in the open as he watched her with his lust filled eyes.

“Lessy, I know this is wrong, but no one cares about this types of things here in Reggio Calabria. Just let me have a taste of you, I promise not to tell." He pleaded as he took a steps closer to her.

Alessia shook her head continuously.

"Zio, you even know that this is wrong! What the hell?! I can't be doing this with you, stay away!" She stepped back, trying to get away from him.

But Simone had already made up his mind to taste the forbidden fruit tonight after waiting for so many years, nothing could stop him now.

He lunged himself at her and immediately held both of her hands the moment she tried to protest.

"You're mine and mine alone to enjoy!" He whispered into her ears and bent down before she could resist again. He lifted her off the ground and threw her over his shoulders.

"Zio! You can't do this to me! I'm your niece! Zio!" Alessia kept yelling as tears filled her already moist eyes. She wished the ground could open up and swallow them both instead. Never had she envisioned herself losing her first time to her uncle, it was better to die.

Simone paid no attention to her pleas as he pushed his room door open with a bang, directly knocking it off its position.

He would think of the fixing later, for now, he had his niece to enjoy.

He threw her onto his bed and hurriedly began to pull his belt off. Alessia cursed her fate and stubbornness. If only she had listened to Grace, her best friend, she would never have been in this situation.

A few days back, Grace had forced her to come along as she was going to get some self-defense training. Alessia had informed her that she didn't need one as she didn't have a dangerous job that required that.

Grace worked at the club famously known as the Devil's Den, the Number one biggest club in the entire City.

"Zio, why are you doing this?" At this point, Alessia's tears fell continuously as she questioned the only man she looked up to from a young age.

Simone acted obviously to her words and just chuckled.

"Your mother abandoned you here for me to take care of, the least you could do for me is allow me to have a taste of you as repayment." He muttered as he threw his belt to the side.

Alessia shook her head in denial, "Zio I can repay you by working hard and making enough money, but please let me go."

"You don't need to work hard, my love. If I can have just one taste of this body, I don't need any more repayments and I promise to let you go." He replied instead and climbed into the bed, pulling both of her retracted legs forward and parting them the moment she was close enough.

Alessia screamed, but not without checking her sides to see if there was anything she could use to save herself from this doom about to befall her.

Just when Simone buried his head in her neck, she caught sight of his baseball bat at the far end of the bedroom.

Knowing she couldn't reach it, she shut her eyes and bared her teeth to sink them into Simone's shoulders.

The moment her teeth met his shoulder, she bit hard on it, earning a bone-chilling scream from Simone who immediately let her go.

With this opportunity given, she climbed out of the bed and rushed over to the bat, picking it up, she struck Simone so hard on his head that he saw stars and directly fell to the cold hard floor, going limp at once.

"Serves you right for laying your filthy hands on me!" She spat and threw the bat at him as well.

With no other option left, she decided to leave. Her staying in this house was already counted off on the list and even God in heaven wouldn't hesitate to punish her like a little b*tch if she dared to stay back.

With her mind made up, she ran out of the house, leaving her belongings behind as well.

Simone could do whatever he wanted with them. This time, she would stay far away from him and try to leave happily.

Little did she know that this day would mark the start of her endless fight for survival.

Alessia with no destination in mind, decided to head to the club where Grace worked. At this point, she needed all the help she could get. Her nanny job barely gave her enough money to even think of saving.

The only person who could lend her a hand right now was Grace. Without a phone, the only choice was to pay her a visit to her workplace. She found herself standing in front of the massive building, "Devil's Den," its name etched boldly as the bright lights bathed the area.

She dragged in deep ragged breaths from running a lot and made her way into the place. Her clothes were in order, but she was barefooted and her red hair was messy.

The guards at the entrance stared at her for a brief second as she walked past them into the place.

They didn't say or do anything to stop her. The place was open to anyone who wanted their souls tainted. If someone chooses Hell instead of Heaven, not even God would intervene as he would just sit still while watching the poor