Ch. 166..170: Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion Chapter 166-170

Chapter 166: Two Sides to a Story

A week went by without any noteworthy events. Hayden and I had adjusted a little to our new pace in life. What that basically meant was that he no longer stuck to my side all the time. We met up when I got off work and when he was free. He would spend some nights at my apartment and the others back at his place.

Hayden didn’t tell me about it, but I was sure that some of his men were probably watching me at places that I frequented such as the art school and my apartment building.

After wrapping up a busy day of teaching at the school, I was tidying up. Carrying a bunch of artbooks in my arms, I headed back towards my classroom where I needed to arrange them back into place. Teaching was hard work, but it was also so fun and felt so fulfilling. I loved my students, my colleagues, and my job.

"The girl who painted this has got some crazy talent, don’t you think?" a man’s voice spoke up the moment that I entered the classroom.

"Ethan…" I whispered his name before the thudding sound of something hitting the floor echoed throughout the empty classroom.

In my shock, I had dropped the art books that I had been holding. My entire body froze as Ethan turned around to face me. He smiled at me as his green eyes stared deeply into mine. My legs and all parts of my body refused to move.

"You don’t have to be so shocked…" Ethan said casually as he walked over.

I watched as he bent down to retrieve the books that I had dropped to the floor at my feet. Swiftly, he arranged them back into a pile and placed it on the table for me. He then proceeded to look around the classroom at the various artworks by the students without saying anything more to me.

Why is he here? What does he want?

Although I had so many questions that I wanted answers to, my mouth wouldn’t move, and my throat felt very dry. I couldn’t speak. My eyes followed him as he walked slowly around the classroom, his eyes on the various paintings and drawings hanging from the walls.

"I like this one the most out of all of them. Do you know why?" Ethan asked followed by a small laugh.

I did know why.

"You painted this…when you were feeling lonely and quite depressed…" Ethan stated with certainty.

My fists clenched into tight balls as I watched him continue to stare at the painting that I had painted when I first got the job. Back then, I was trying to move on with my life after the contract between Hayden and me had expired. It was a truly lonely and depressing time for me. It was just like Ethan to be able to tell so much from just a painting that I had painted.

"How are things going between you two?" Ethan asked, his eyes still on my painting.

"Fine…" I replied curtly.

"Good," Ethan said with a satisfied nod.

"Why are you here, Ethan?" I finally managed to ask.

"To see you. Why else?" Ethan replied like it was supposed to be dead obvious.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I just want to talk to you. Don’t worry, I came alone, and I’m unarmed," Ethan said after he turned to face me.

Raising both his hands up, he made an effort to show me that he was in fact unarmed. That wasn’t why I was concerned though.

"That being said, I’m more than enough to take you out of here before Hayden’s men can react…" Ethan said followed by an amused chuckle.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" I asked, ignoring his unnecessary comments.

The sooner that I could get him to get to the point, the sooner this conversation would be over.

"Jack Witman…" Ethan said as his eyes narrowed at me.

I knew that he was carefully watching my reaction and reading my body language. It was one of the things that Ethan did best.

"I see. So, Hayden did tell you about Jack. Were you surprised?" Ethan asked needlessly.

"Yes, I was…" I replied.

"Did he tell you how and why Jack died?" Ethan asked without mincing his words.

"Yes…" I replied as I bit my lips.

Ethan walked over to where I was standing and sat down on a chair. He seemed as relaxed as ever. He gestured for me to take a seat on a chair next to him and I slowly complied.

"Are you mad at Hayden?" Ethan asked.

"Why would I be mad at Hayden?" I asked in confusion.

"Hayden sure is a very honest guy. He seemed to have told you everything except one very important detail," Ethan said after laughing a little to himself.

I could sense that Ethan knew something that I didn’t and I hated how he was using it to make light of me.

"What do you mean?" I snapped.

"Your father successfully went into hiding for years. Have you ever wondered how my father found him?" Ethan asked as if encouraging me to think.

What is Ethan trying to say?

"I don’t know what you’re talking about…" I said without hiding my annoyance.

"Do you know want to know the real reason why Hayden never came looking for you?" Ethan asked.

"He just wanted me to live a normal life away from the mafia. Exactly how my father wanted…" I replied with confidence.

"Really? Are you sure?" Ethan asked in a drawl.

"What is it that you want to say? Just say it, Ethan…" I urged him to spit it all out.

I was getting tired of him playing around with me and my head.

"He was scared that you would get killed if he found you…just like when he found your father," Ethan said as his face came closer to mine.

What? Ethan’s words left me completely dumbfounded as I watched his green eyes while he smiled teasingly at me. My throat felt tight, and I couldn’t produce any sounds.

 

Chapter 167: If I Had Known

"It’s ironic, isn’t it? Hayden went looking for Jack and because of that my father found out exactly where he was hiding and who he was hiding as," Ethan revealed with a look of pure disgust on his face.

"That’s not true…" I said in a shocked whisper.

"It’s true enough, trust me. Hayden found Jack and soon after your parents had that unfortunate accident. My stupid father arranged it all. I had to beat him up until he was spurting out blood for him to confess everything…" Ethan said emotionlessly like it was nothing.

"What?" I gasped in shock.

I wasn’t sure if I was more shocked that my father somehow died because of Hayden or the fact that Ethan beat up his own dad for him to confess. Suddenly, these two men just seemed to come from a different dimension from where I was accustomed to living. Is this how the real mafia world works?

"He didn’t tell you? How do you think I became the Head of Silva so soon?" Ethan hissed close to my ear.

"No…you didn’t…" I said as I shook my head in denial.

"Yes, I killed them both. My father and my mother on that exact same night that I left you…" Ethan said and I felt the heat from his fingertips as it stroked a line down the side of my face.

"No…" I whimpered.

"Succession wars inside a gang is quite normal for the mafia. The men wanted me to lead more than my father so there wasn’t much of a fuss when I got rid of them both," Ethan said with a shrug.

I couldn’t believe that the sweet Ethan that I knew could do something so heartless without feeling bothered by it. He killed his own parents and he’s laughing about it? What is wrong with him?

Instead of getting scared of him, I felt anger boiling up inside of me.

"How can you say that?! Don’t say it like it’s nothing!" I screamed at him as I stood up from my seat.

Ethan probably doesn’t realize it, but I did. He’s hurting himself and I just couldn’t stand by and watch in silence.

"That bastard killed Jack! He killed your father! He killed my father!" Ethan yelled at the top of his lungs as he also got up from his seat.

Oh…that’s right. Ethan hated his parents. Jack, my father, was probably like a father to Ethan.

"Ethan…" I whispered his name as I felt and shared his pain and suffering.

Unlike me, who had been blissfully ignorant of everything for so long, Ethan had been suffering all along and perhaps he was still suffering.

"Malissa…Lisa…it was all for you…" Ethan said as slowly lifted a hand and cupped my cheek.

Tears automatically feel from my eyes. I watched through my tears as he smiled gently yet sadly at me before the pad of his thumb wiped my tears away.

"Ethan, please stop…" I whispered pleadingly.

Slowly, I raised my arms up and pulled him into a tight hug. I felt his body stiffen in surprise at my forward action before he relaxed completely in my arms. His arms circled my body before I felt the force of his embrace as he hugged me back.

"Please don’t say anymore…" I pleaded for him to stop.

As I held him in my arms, I wondered if thing would have ended up differently between us if I knew the truth before this. I wondered and blamed myself for not seeing the various signs even when I lived with him. Back then, I could tell sometimes that Ethan was visibly upset or frustrated. Why didn’t I try to help him or understand him more before?

Even on that rainy night that he left me, I was too worried about myself, and my happiness and I never fully understood the truth behind his parting words. If I knew the truth, perhaps there was a chance that we would still be together today…

…

**That night**

The sound of thunder was so loud that I felt the ground shake beneath my feet. Were rainstorms supposed to be common this time of the year? I shuddered from the sound of thunder again. Flashes of light leaked in from the outside through the slit between the curtains from the lightning. It was pouring outside and had been that way for hours now.

At this rate, it’s going to rain all night until morning came.

It was very late at night, but I couldn’t go to sleep. One reason was the heavy and noisy rainstorm outside while the other reason was the fact that Ethan hasn’t made it back home yet. To make matters worse, I called him multiple times, but he never picked up. It was just very unusual. Without any logical reason, I started to have a bad feeling about tonight.

Suddenly, the door to the room slammed open and there was Ethan in the doorway. I gasped in shock at the sight of him all drenched from the rain with his wet black shirt plastered to his skin. His dark hair was all wet as well and it made him look so wild.

"Ethan! What happened? Why are you back so late?" I asked as I ran to him.

He closed the door behind him and walked straight into the room without bothering to reply to my questions.

"You’re drenched. How did you get so wet? What were you doing out there in the rain?" I asked in confusion as I followed him into the room.

He was wet all over and the rain dripped onto the floor. Ethan had not said anything since he got back, and I found that strange. He seemed lost in a daze, and I wasn’t sure if he could see or hear me at all.

"Ethan…" I called his name again.

Ethan didn’t reply to me, but his hands began rapidly stripping off his wet clothes, starting from his black shirt and his pants, and the rest of his clothing quickly followed in succession. It must have been very cold and wet outside. I prayed silently that he wouldn’t catch a cold. Just as I turned away to grab him a towel for his shower, I felt a firm grip around my wrist.

 

Chapter 168: The Breakup

"Ethan? You should take a warm shower," I said as I turned back to face him.

I quickly found out that Ethan had other things in mind that had nothing to do with taking a shower when he lifted me into his arms and started carrying me towards our bed. He threw me onto the bed before he got on top of me. I let a cry when my back hit the mattress of the bed. Before I could do anything, Ethan was on top of me, and his hands started tearing my thin satin nightgown off my body.

"Ethan…wait…" I protested more in confusion than in refusal.

His demanding hands groped and squeezed my breasts roughly and I let out a cry. Quickly, he completely removed my nightgown from my body and threw it on the floor. Ethan buried his face in the crook of my neck and his lips began sucking hard on the sensitive skin on the side of my neck.

I let out a loud moan at the slightly stinging sensation as he continued to suck on the side of my neck while his hands started to caress and play with my breasts roughly.

"Lisa…" Ethan whispered my name as he stared deeply into my eyes.

His green eyes looked lifeless like he had just seen a ghost. He was there right in front of me, but I wasn’t sure if he was really there at all. The look in his eyes were so blank that it scared me.

Before I could say anything to him, his hands were lifting my legs up and parting them widely apart. I felt my entrance stretch and part before Ethan positioned himself in between my legs. Everything happened so fast and the next thing I knew, I felt a sharp piercing sensation in between my legs.

Ethan thrusted his thick cock into me, ploughing his way into me until his entire member was buried into my wet hole.

"Ahhh…Ethan!" I cried out at the suddenness of my hole being stretched and filled.

Ethan began moving immediately, his hips ramming his cock in and out of my hole. He’s thrusting so fast and hard even though he had just entered me. He was so aggressive and forceful, and I couldn’t keep my moans and cries of pleasure in. I cried out his name loudly as he continued to pound his thick cock into my hole.

My hips jerked with each of his forceful thrust as my body writhe from desire and pleasure under him.

It didn’t take long for my body to respond to him. My core throbbed with wanting and need as my pussy heated up and got very wet for him. He shoved his cock firmly into my wetness and I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts halfway. He’s in so deep and I was moaning with bliss. Ethan groaned loudly as he began pumping his cock into me faster and harder.

My legs felt weak from his passionate attacks, and I knew that I was close to my release.

"Ethan…I’m cumming! Ahhh! Ethan!" I cried out so loudly as my hands clutched at the covers for relief.

My climax hit me hard as my pussy spasmed wildly around his cock. His cock beating repeatedly into me made me feel like I was on the verge of cumming again. Suddenly, Ethan stopped moving and withdrew his cock out of my wet love hole. I whimpered in disappointment at his sudden retreat. Without pausing, Ethan flipped me onto my stomach and lifted my hips up from the bed.

"Ethan…Ahh!" I called out his name softly before screaming at the sudden entry of his thick and hot rod.

His hands gripped my hips tightly as he began ramming his cock into my pussy hole from behind. I bit my lower lip and whimpered as his powerful thrusts hit me deep all the way to my womb. The angle was different from before. It felt so pleasurable in a different way from before. His cock pounded in and out of my wet love tunnel.

My hips began moving to match his rhythm to allow for even deeper and faster penetration. The swollen head of his cock stimulating the inner walls of my pussy.

Our body slapped wildly together as his cock messed up my wet hole and made lewd wet sounds. I clenched my pussy around his hot shaft, sucking him in to feel even more of him. I couldn’t think anymore and although Ethan was being vigorous and wild, I didn’t mind it at all. He was making me feel so good and I wanted to satisfy his every need.

I cried out his name and threw my head back, crying out in abandon when my climax consumed me again. This time Ethan also reached his peak. He thrusted firm and deep final thrusts into me and then stilled. I felt the heat of his seed shooting deep into my love hole as he filled me with his release. He came inside of me, and I took it all in.

I was laying on my stomach in complete exhaustion when I felt Ethan easing his cock out of my pussy hole. I let out a soft whimper as I turned my head to the side to watch him. Ethan got off the bed and ran his fingers through his dark and damp hair.

"Ethan…let’s go to bed…" I said invitingly as I reached out an arm towards him.

It’s late and I know that he must feel super tired right now. We should just go to sleep together. Ethan was silent with his head hung low. When he raised his head, he turned to face me, and I knew immediately that something was very wrong.

"Lisa…let’s breakup," Ethan said casually.

"…huh?" I mumbled in shock.

What did he just say? It can’t be…

"Let’s breakup…right now…" Ethan repeated.

His tone was serious and for the first time since he entered the room, his eyes were sane.

"No…I don’t want to breakup with you…" I said stubbornly.

 

Chapter 169: Past and Future

"It doesn’t matter what you want. From now on, we’re no longer a couple," Ethan said without a care.

"Wait! Why are you breaking up with me so suddenly? What happened? What is going on?" I cried out in my desperation.

I couldn’t understand him at all. What brought this on so suddenly? Yesterday, everything was still normal. Ethan didn’t reply. It was like he didn’t have anything more to say. However, I had a lot more to say.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked in confusion.

Ethan looked at me with blank eyes as if he didn’t know what I was talking about. No words escaped his lips, and the room was dead silent save for the sound of the storm raging outside. This wasn’t the time for me to laze around in bed any longer, so I stood up and approached him.

"Ethan, please don’t break up with me…" I pleaded as I burst into tears.

I clutched at his forearm with my hands tightly, afraid that he would turn and leave. I’ll die if he leaves. I can’t imagine a life without him. Whenever I imagine a life without Ethan in it, it was like the walls of my small world would crack and come tumbling down on top of me. My world would collapse, and I would be crushed underneath it all.

Ethan turned and glanced down wordlessly at my hands that were on his arm. He cocked his head to the side as if in confusion and I wondered what he was seeing and hearing. His hand covered mine and slowly, he removed my hands from his arm. While still holding my hands in his larger one, he looked at me.

His green eyes were cold and void of emotions, but his voice was gentle and kind when he finally spoke.

"This is all for you, Lisa. Our dream world has to end now," Ethan told me softly.

I didn’t understand a word that he said, and I didn’t want to understand it. All I knew was that I couldn’t let Ethan leave this room. If he did, he would disappear and never come back.

"Ethan! Don’t go…please…" I begged him desperately.

"One day, you will become Lisa," Ethan said as if he was speaking to himself.

More tears streamed down my face as he pulled me gently into his arms. I didn’t understand what he meant at all.

"Ethan…please stay with me…" I cried softly into his chest.

Suddenly, he let go of me and stepped away. Ethan walked over to the closet and started pulling on some clothes.

"No! Ethan! Don’t go…" I begged over and over again.

I didn’t know what I could say to make him say. I didn’t even understand why he was breaking up with me and it didn’t look like he wanted to talk about it.

Ethan reached for the door after he was fully dressed and ready to go outside. He didn’t even take an umbrella even though it’s still pouring outside.

"Ethan!" I shouted his name loudly.

I hugged his waist from behind to stop him from leaving. I was crying so much at that point that I found it hard to breathe. Deep down, I knew that this would probably be the last time that I’ll get to hold him like this, and I wasn’t willing to let go.

"Please…don’t go…" I whimpered through my sobs.

Ethan didn’t even turn to look at me. I slid down onto my knees began clutching at his leg to stop him from leaving. Not knowing what to say anymore, I just kept repeating the same phrase over and over again…

Is this what they call ’break up sex’?

That was the first thought that entered my head the next morning when I woke up sad and alone. I spent the whole day crying alone in bed while dialing a number that always failed to connect.

…

**Back to the Present**

Even now when I held Ethan in my arms, I had to admit that I still didn’t fully understand him. What was clear was that Ethan knew a side of my father that I never got to know. When he was young, my father must have taken care of him as the next heir of Silva when he was growing up. I wondered what my father was like in those days and what Ethan saw in him. What kind of father was Jack to Ethan?

To me, my father was a loving and very ordinary man. He was a normal man with a common job, a common business, a common family, and common hobbies. Nothing about him stood out or attracted anyone’s attention. Looking back on it now, perhaps he had intentionally chosen to live that way to stay under the radar. I couldn’t help but wonder if the father that I knew wasn’t the real him at all.

"That night that you broke up with me. What happened? Where did you go?" I asked in a hushed whisper.

Ethan pulled himself away from my embrace and looked straight at me.

"I always thought that Jack’s death was suspicious, so I spent a lot of time investigating. The more I looked into it, the further the truth slipped away from me. It wasn’t long before I realized that a greater force was trying to keep the truth hidden. When you’re the next heir of Silva, there’s not that many greater forces than you.

Naturally, I suspected the head of Torex and then my own father, the head of Silva," Ethan said as his face darkened.

"I guess you discovered the truth," I said simply.

"I did. I found the truth and I made my father admit to it. After killing my parents, I came back to see you for the last time," Ethan said and there was a peaceful and resigned look on his face.

"Why did you decide to leave me?" I asked. Not that it mattered now but I still wanted to know.

He didn’t leave me just because his father killed my father, right? It didn’t make any sense.

 

Chapter 170: Up to Me

"I found what I wanted to do with my life that night. After dealing with my father, I found Jack’s diary that my father had kept hidden for years. That was when I realized that I wanted to continue what Jack couldn’t finish," Ethan explained.

"My father’s diary?" I asked curiously.

"Yup. Up until then, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with my life but reading what Jack wrote gave me the answers that I was looking for. I want to fulfill Jack’s wishes," Ethan stated with determination.

"What did my father wish for?" I asked.

"Uniting Torex and Silva and your happy marriage to Hayden Torex," Ethan stated.

"I don’t think my father wanted me to marry Hayden anymore because he didn’t want me to associate myself with the mafia," I interjected.

"Why do you think Hayden became a doctor?" Ethan asked in response.

"That’s…" I mumbled.

Was it because of my father?

"Maybe it wasn’t all because of Jack but he surely played a part in it. Usually, doctors don’t associate themselves with gangs. Jack wanted Hayden to distance himself away from the gang. I guess the things in your childhood impacts what you want and how you think. Hayden and me, we’re prime examples of that," Ethan said followed by a small laugh.

"What do you plan to do, Ethan?" I asked seriously.

"Everything and anything to make Jack’s dream come true. What about you? What are you going to do now, Lisa?" Ethan asked as his green eyes watched me closely.

"I tried talking to Hayden about uniting the gangs, but he didn’t respond to me…" I admitted truthfully.

"There’s only two ways to unite Torex and Silva. First option, you convince Hayden, and we have a fairytale happy ending. Second option, you fail to convince him and I have to kill him," Ethan stated emotionlessly.

"No! Ethan…" I cried out loudly.

How can he say these things so casually? It was probably because Ethan had thought long and hard about it and he had decided that he was willing to do anything to reach his goals.

"It’s up to you, Lisa. I’m giving you time but understand that I don’t have all the time or patience in the world," Ethan said before grinning at me.

"I’ll try. Please…don’t hurt Hayden…" I replied in a small voice.

Honestly, I was so scared of what Ethan would do and what he was truly capable of.

"Watch me, Lisa. I’m going to make all of Jack’s dreams come true," Ethan said before he smiled gently at me.

While I was frozen in shock, Ethan walked out and disappeared as if he was never there. Suddenly, I felt very cold, and my body started shivering. I slumped down onto one of the chairs and held my face in between my hands. I wanted to scream in frustration, but I couldn’t do that in this classroom so instead, I closed my eyes and concentrated on breathing deeply.

It took me a while to figure out that the chill that I was feeling came from the inside.

My hand gripped my phone tightly as I debated with myself whether I should call Hayden. He did tell me to call him if anything happened, but I couldn’t predict how he would react if I told him that Ethan just showed up at my workplace. Hayden didn’t want me to meet Ethan but how am I supposed to sort anything out if I didn’t meet him?

I’m going crazy. All of this is driving me insane…

If I don’t tell him and he finds out later, what happens then? There’s also no guarantee that he hasn’t already found out from his men that are watching me either. What do I do now?

The hardest part was how to stay truthful to Hayden while not harming his impression of Ethan. I had to make Hayden believe somehow that Ethan was a good guy for the partnership to work. How am I supposed to achieve that? I had absolutely no idea. They hate each other like cats and dogs and that wasn’t helping my case of uniting the two gangs.

In the end, I decided to give Hayden a call. However, I thought that it would be better if I told him about this face-to-face. Hayden agreed to take me out for dinner, and I thought that that would be the perfect opportunity to bring this little talk between Ethan and myself up.

…

Hayden picked me up right on time and we headed to a restaurant of his choice. The wind on the rooftop of the skyscraper where the restaurant was located was slightly cool against my skin. I watched the light of the candle flicker on the table in front of me as Hayden sipped on his red wine.

I sucked on the straw of my fruit smoothie as my mind worked hard on figuring how best to bring the topic of Ethan up to Hayden.

"Malissa?" Hayden called my name.

"Y-yes?" I replied after snapping out of my thoughts.

"Is everything ok? You seem a little distracted," Hayden asked as he eyed me with a look of concern.

"Yes. Everything is fine," I replied a little too fast.

Shit…maybe I should have just spat it out that Ethan came to see me earlier today.

"I see. You’ve been teaching at the art school for a while now, you have any other plans in mind?" Hayden asked casually.

That was a good question. With the many things that had been going on, I had unconsciously been putting my career on hold. Apart from teaching at the art school, I didn’t have another regular job. Unfortunately, teaching kids at the school wasn’t going to lead me far in my career as a professional artist. At this rate, I’ll just end up as an art teacher somewhere.

That wasn’t what I had in mind for myself although I did enjoy working with children.

"I’m not sure yet. Honestly, I might have to study some more before I can become a professional artist. It is a very competitive market…" I replied before trailing off.