The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

JAXON

I was slouched against my chair in the conference room, twirling my pen between my fingers as the middle-aged man in front of the projector kept me updated on what had been going on in the Oil Firm. I saw his lips moving but I was long gone. I couldn’t hear a thing that he was saying anymore. I don’t think I have been paying attention to him in the first place, but the blonde-haired man in front of the Projector looked like he was walking so hard to impress me. Why wouldn’t he want to? He is currently the acting CEO I installed there. He wouldn’t want to lose the source of his money

I scoffed.

I twirled around in my swivel chair because I was so bored to the bones and I did not want to listen to him speak with me anymore. I just wanted a breath of fresh air, and the world outside the see-through glass in the conference room seemed to give me that.

“I’m still listening, Jacob,” I spoke in a bored tone when I noticed he had gone quiet. That was all it took for him to continue speaking.

But then, I zoned out again.

It’s been two days and I haven’t heard anything from Peach. Two fucking awfully long days that seemed like a thousand years. I couldn’t count the number of times I had waited by my phone or the number of times I had rushed to my phone, whenever it chimed and I was starting to get so impatient.

I hated being made to wait. Whenever I want something, I expect to get it without so much stress, but Peach was making this so difficult. I wasn’t asking for too much. All I wanted her to do was marry me and come spend my money without having to do a single thing. She could finally get the life she deserves, by my side. She was meant to rule beside me. She was a Queen and should be treated as one.

I want to worship the ground she walked on. I wanted to have life by her side and I didn’t care if I had to burn the world down to get what I wanted. I had to reach out to Genevieve Royce, who was owing me a favor when I was starting to lose my mind, so I could see her and when I finally did, it felt as though I could finally breathe again. I didn’t understand how much I was addicted to her presence until she walked up to that rooftop in that sinfully tight midi dress.

There was nothing I wanted more than to let her hair loose from the ponytail she tied it in. I hate seeing her hair tied. I wanted to see that mass of brown waves flow down her shoulders and highlight her hypnotic honey eyes. I wanted Peach and I didn’t just want a short-term thing with her. I wanted her by my side as my wife, my Queen, and the mother of my kids.

I have never wanted anyone the way I wanted her and that scared me a lot more than I cared to admit. I was so attached to her without even knowing the slightest thing about her. I never cared about how people saw me, but I saw the look in her eyes that day. She was so scared of me and I hated it. I didn’t want her to be scared of me. It disturbed me greatly that she saw me as a monster.

“Get out, Jacob, and get me, Duncan,” I ordered.

“Yes, Mr. Gray.” That was his response as he walked out of the conference room. I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. The door creaked open and I spun around in my chair, my chilling gaze settling on Duncan’s rigid frame.

“Any news?” I asked him, and of course, he knew what I was talking about.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“How is she? Is she alright? Is she safe?” I bombarded him with more questions.

“My lady is fine, boss.” He answered and I sighed.

“I want her protected, 24/7. Tell the rest of my men to keep watch on her. I want her safe.” I instructed.

“Yes, Boss.”

“What else have you found out?” I asked him, raising one of my brows.

“We haven’t found out much__”

I cut him off, pounding my fists on the table, the harsh reverberating across the room. Duncan flinched but I was too angry to care.

“What do you mean by you haven’t found out much? I told you. I want every single detail about her. I want to know what she’s doing at every hour of the day, what she eats, where she goes, who her friends are and her family! I don’t care! I want every bit of information about her!” I fired at him.

“It will be on your desk by the time you get home, boss. I promise you.” He assured me.

“It better be. NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!” I bellowed, dismissing him. He bowed his head one last time before leaving the room.

“Fuck!” I cursed, pushing the papers on my table away and raking my fingers through my hair. God, Peach, don’t get me mad. I don’t want to do the unthinkable to have you. Why is she making everything so difficult?