Page 141 of Tempting My Mafia Monster

“Take your fucking eyes off my sister before I pluck them out of your head,” I roared.

“Sani!” Raya’s hands resisted my attempt to reach him again. “He wasn’t raping me! We were having sex. Consensual sex.”

I froze. My eyes darted between them, trying to make sense of it. My sister was a virgin (apparently no longer). He was an Irish maniac. “With him? Why?”

Maddox wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and started to laugh. An unhinged, psychotic laugh, as if the whole situation were hilarious, which only gave me fresh ammunition to make his death as painful as possible.

Soraya sighed, lowering her head before forcing herself to look back into my eyes. “I love him.”

My head reared back so far that I was surprised my neck didn’t snap. “You—You what?”

“I love him,” she repeated slowly and calmly, like I was a child.

I blinked. The words weren’t registering. I looked at Maddox, standing there naked with his massive cock swinging between his legs that had just been inside my sister. I dry-heaved. Retching, I turned my back on them both.

“Sani?”

“Tell him to put some fucking clothes on. I can’t have this conversation with his dick staring at me.”

There was some shuffling in the room as I pinched the bridge of my nose and took deep breaths. I didn’t close my eyes, too terrified of what might replay behind them. My sister was having sex with that Irish psychopath? And she loves him? Cristo. I hadn’t even had a coffee yet.

“Okay. You can turn around,” Raya said. When I did, I found her in a slip dress, standing in front of him wearing only a pair of shorts. His arms were wrapped around her as if she were his possession. I ground my jaw and exhaled.

“When did… this…” I waved towards them. “...happen?”

“In the bunker,” Raya answered.

“Sounds like Stockholm Syndrome, Raya.” I paced in her room.

“What’s that?” Maddox grumbled, low enough that I’m sure he was only speaking to her.

“It’s a psychological response some people have towards their captors or abusers, where they develop feelings for them. They bond, show empathy, and sometimes believe it’s love.”

She pinned her gaze on me when I scoffed because… hello.

“Maddox wasn’t my captor, and he didn’t abuse me. He was a captive too, and he was abused by Sean more than I was. So it isn’t even remotely the same.”

“Right,” I said, returning to my pacing and sizing the asshole up. “So you expect me to believe you fell in love with a wall of muscle and violence who only communicates by glaring, grunting and homicide? Fuck me, you do know how to pick them, Sorella. First that sex-trafficking prick, and now… whatever he is.”

Maddox growled, baring his teeth at me like a feral wolf.

My arm shot out to prove my point. “He’s growling at me. Soraya, you can’t be serious about this guy?”

“Yes. I am,” she snapped, fire in her eyes as she lifted her hand to his forearm, wrapped around the front of her chest. She leaned back against his chest, a slight smirk playing on her lips. “And I like it when he growls.”

Brilliant. I’d lost my sister to a fucking werewolf.

I stared at his smug face, narrowing my eyes. “Do you love her?”

His smile dropped. “Yes.”

I shook my head. Dammit. He didn’t hesitate at all.

I rubbed my hands down my face. This couldn’t be happening. Wait… “What about Aleksandr? You’re getting married in four days!”

She swallowed, and Maddox’s arms tightened around her.

“I know,” she replied sadly. She turned in his arms and cupped his face in her hands. “You need to get ready to leave, and I need to talk to Sani.”