The Stripper’s Protector
“Alina!” he called out with wide eyes and tried to break free from the bonds that enslaved him but to no avail.
I writhed in the grasps of the bouncers, attempting to get to him but my efforts proved futile, the drugs had taken all strength left in me.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in", a voice that I had come to detest slurred, dragging my attention to the man that sat just opposite Stephan.
"Bring her closer", Nikolai ordered his men and they did as he commanded.
"Finally, I'll have you again", he exclaimed with my weakened self in his hands.
" Not only will I make love to your fiancee right in front of you, I'll make sure to kill the seed inside her with my bare hands, and upon your death, I'll take good care of her...brother", he said with a loop sided smile before redirecting his gaze to me as I laid beneath him.
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Stephan Perez is rumoured to be one of the most ruthless mafia Don the century has ever produced, an underworld king who rules with an iron grip and plays by his own rules.
Alina Lyubov is a naive and seemingly ordinary woman with a troubling past. Forced into a life of stripping to pay off her debts, she comes across Stephan, the man from her past and the very reason she had to flee home.
What happens when these two cross paths and when one of her clients, who happened to be Stephan’s biggest rival becomes obsessed with her?
Will the new couple drown in the flames that ensnares them or would they finally achieve true redemption?
Take a chance, read “The Stripper’s Protector", and find out.
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Chapter: BarcelonaBarcelona smelled of salt, exhaust fumes, and frying garlic. It was vibrant, loud, and alive—everything I wasn't feeling. The pistol Stephan had given me was tucked into the waistband of my jeans at the small of my back. It felt like a block of ice against my skin, a heavy, cold reminder that I wasn't a student anymore. I was an accessory to whatever felony Stephan was about to commit. We walked down a narrow, cobblestone street in the Gothic Quarter. The buildings leaned in on each other, blocking out most of the midday sun, casting long, crooked shadows. "Stop touching it," Stephan said without looking at me. He was walking a step ahead, his hands in his pockets, looking like a bored tourist who had taken a wrong turn. "I'm not," I lied, quickly pulling my hand away from the hem of my shirt where the gun was printing. "It’s digging into my spine. Can’t I just put it in my purse?" "If you need it, you won't have time to dig past your lip gloss and breath mints," he drawled.
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Chapter: VisitI left the study, my blood boiling with a mixture of frustration and something else I refused to name.I made it to the top of the stairs when I heard it. A voice. Not Stephan’s.It was coming from the slightly ajar door of the guest room Brielle and Atalia were staying in. I hesitated, then crept closer."...yes, he has her," Brielle’s voice whispered, trembling. "No, he doesn't suspect... I am doing what you asked... Please, don't hurt him... I will tell you where they are going..."I froze. My hand hovered over the doorknob.Brielle. The sweet woman making pancakes. The woman Stephan had saved.She was on the phone."Barcelona," Brielle whispered into the phone. "They are going to Barcelona tomorrow to find Dante."My heart stopped. She wasn't a victim. She was a mole. I stepped back, the floorboard creaking beneath my foot.Inside the room, the whispering stopped instantly.The floorboard groaned under my foot—a high-pitched whine that sounded like a gunshot in the quiet hallway.
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Chapter: TruthThe study was exactly what I expected a high-functioning sociopath's workspace to look like: dark wood, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves filled with books that probably cost more than my kidneys, and a distinct lack of anything comforting. No family photos, no knick-knacks. Just power and disturbing silence. Stephan moved behind a massive mahogany desk, the only barrier between us. He tossed the manila envelope onto the polished surface. It slid across the wood and stopped inches from my hand. "Open it," he ordered. His nonchalance was back, but the tension in his shoulders ruined the effect. I crossed my arms, refusing to look at the envelope. "I don't open strange packages from men who kidnap me. That's how people get anthrax." Stephan sighed, a sound of long-suffering patience. He sat down, leaning back in his leather chair and tenting his fingers. "If I wanted to kill you, Alina, I would have done it while you were drooling on my pillow this morning. Open the damn envelope."
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Chapter: Little girlMorning arrived faster than I wanted it to.I woke up tangled in sheets that cost more than my entire medical school tuition, my body aching in places that had no business aching. The spot on my inner thigh where Stephan had injected the tracker throbbed—a persistent, stinging reminder that I was less of a guest and more of a somewhat cherished wild animal.I dragged myself out of bed, my stomach growling loud enough to echo in the empty room."Right," I muttered, smoothing down my wrinkled pajamas. "Time to see if the jail comes with breakfast or if I'm expected to photosynthesize."I opened the door cautiously. The hallway was empty. No guards. No Roberta lurking in the shadows like a disgruntled gargoyle. Emboldened, I padded down the grand staircase, following the scent of brewing coffee and frying bacon.I found the kitchen easily enough. It was a large space of gleaming marble and stainless steel, appearing cleaner than any operating theater I’d ever seen. But it wasn't empty.A
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Chapter: Jewelry"Stephan," Roberta whined, trying to salvage what was left of her dignity. She stepped toward him, reaching for his bare arm. "Why is she here? I thought tonight was for us."Stephan brushed her hand off as if she were a piece of lint. "There is no 'us', Roberta. There hasn't been for a long time. I tolerate you because of your mother. Do not test that tolerance."He walked past her to a small table, pouring himself a glass of amber liquid. He took a sip, then turned back to face us. "Get out.""But—""Now," he barked, the word cracking like a whip.Roberta flinched. She looked from him to me, her eyes filled with venomous tears. "You'll regret this," she spat at me. "He breaks everything he touches."With a swirl of her black silk, she stormed out, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the frames.The silence that followed was deafening.It was just us. The locked door, the dim lighting, and the man who claimed he owned me standing half-naked a few feet away."Come here," he said.
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Chapter: FiancéeHe grabbed my arm and lead me off the plane towards the mini crowd. She was stunning, in the way a poisonous flower is stunning. Her dark hair was cascading in perfect waves over one shoulder, and she wore a red dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her eyes, sharp and predatory, locked onto Stephan immediately."Mi Amor," the lady squealed, charged towards him and literally threw herself against him. Stephan had to let go of me to hold her. She had wrapped her legs against his waist and he simply supported her weight against him. Seems like they've done this a million times before with how effortlessly they melted into each other.I took a step back to give them their breathing space. "I was worried sick. You didn't call. You never call,” she cooed, planting kisses all over his face. He hummed, keeping a neutral expression, and didn't return any of her gestures, but he didn't push her away either. He stood there, stoic, enduring her embrace like one endures a sudden c
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