Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia

Alex’s POV.

Everything was going so well. Life had been smooth and comfortable with Sarah. She was very easy to handle, never demanding anything and always ready to fulfill my every desire. I relished the full control I had over her. Yes, it may sound arrogant, but I couldn’t resist when she willingly submitted to me. Her willingness to surrender to my every command was a source of satisfaction. She delighted in pleasuring me in every way, and above all, she was intoxicatingly attractive and stunning. I could never get enough of her, constantly craving more.

Just then, the phone on my desk began to ring. I picked it up, and my secretary informed me that my friends and partners in the mafia, Ryder and Logan, had come to meet me.

“Why the hell did they come to my office?” I wondered aloud. Instructing my secretary to send them in, I assured her that I was nearly finished signing all the papers and reviewing the deals.

“Alex, are you still in the honeymoon phase, babe?” Ryder jeered, a smirk playing on his face.

“Don’t you dare call me babe,” I snapped, irritated by his teasing. “Can’t you guys give me a call before coming.” I mumbled with irritation.

“Why should I call you when you’re not picking up our calls or coming to the club?” Logan chimed in, his tone laced with sarcasm. “What happened to the infamous playboy, Alex Hamilton? Have you lost your touch? Or have you become a pushover after getting married? Is your wife now controlling your life?”

Logan’s words hit a nerve, successfully provoking me.

Shut up, Logan. It’s not like that. I’m busy with my business, and our mafia organization is expanding,” I explained to him, my voice tinged with irritation.

“With more responsibilities, I don’t have time for your filthy games. I’m good on my own,” I tried to reason with them, emphasizing my need for focus.

“You don’t need to explain yourself, Alex,” Ryder said. “It’s your business and your life. You can choose to prioritize your work. But, dude, we also work hard and still manage to have some fun,” he winked. “By the way, we came here because we’re going to a party, and there’ll be hot strippers. Come with us, if you can spare some time from your work, of course,” he added.

I had to admit that I missed having fun with them. However, the thought of Sarah waiting for me at home was tempting and irresistible. I wanted to deny and reject their offer, but they didn’t give me a chance.

“Listen, we don’t want to hear any excuses, okay? You have to come with us this time, and if you want, we can invite your wife too,” Logan suggested.

“No… no… she won’t come to this party. She doesn’t like socializing. Alright, I’ll join you guys. But I have work to do, and I won’t stay out late. I need to wake up early and be at the office tomorrow for important meetings,” I babbled, attempting to cover up my hesitation.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“Fuck, man! Since when did you start making excuses? And why didn’t you seem happy when we mentioned the party? Just think about the girls and the fun,” Ryder said, his frustration evident in his tone.

I rolled my eyes at them. “If you guys have forgotten, I am married now.”

“Do you take this marriage seriously? Does she forbid you from having fun and going to parties?” Logan asked. I didn’t understand why I felt that way, but my wife had never done anything to restrict me. I couldn’t find any other girl more attractive than her. What was wrong with me? I needed to find an answer.

“Are you coming?” Ryder asked, seeking confirmation.

“Of course, I am coming,” I assured him.

“Okay. Be on time. Don’t be late. We don’t want to be delayed because of you,” Logan said.

“Hey! But you didn’t tell me, what’s the occasion?” I asked.

“It’s Max’s bachelor party, and believe me, there will be strippers. We can have personal lap dances. It’s going to be a lot of fun, you know,” Ryder said, grinning from ear to ear.

That bastard was living with Bella and still looking forward to the party and having a lap dance. These men would never change. I sighed at the thought. Logan and Ryder left after a few minutes while I was busy signing pending approvals in the evening. I had to go back home to change my clothes, and then I would meet Logan and Ryder at the club. So I headed home first.

Sarah was waiting for me, wearing a white tube dress. She looked incredibly hot and gorgeous. As soon as she saw me coming, she quickly rushed towards me and pecked me on the lips. Asking about how my day was, she took my bag, and I wrapped my arms around her waist. We both headed towards our bedroom. She put my suit jacket and bag in their places, and then she asked me what I wanted to eat for dinner.

When I informed her about the party I had to attend, a tinge of sadness washed over her beautiful, flower-like face. Her radiant smile vanished, and an overwhelming sense of guilt washed over me for causing her distress.

“So, you don’t want me to go to the party with my friends?” I inquired, searching her eyes for an answer.

“No, I had hoped to spend tonight with you,” she replied softly, nervously chewing on her lower lip. It was then that I noticed she had adorned herself in that dress, clearly making an effort for me.

Thoughts of Logan and Ryder flooded my mind. I yearned to join them at the party, for rejecting their invitation would be a breach of our unspoken bro-code, a bond we held dear.

“If you wish, I can forgo the party,” the words escaped my lips before my mind could catch up. In that moment, I couldn’t fathom why I had chosen her over my friends and the promise of a night filled with laughter and revelry.