Broken by the Billionaire Mafia!

Broken by the Billionaire Mafia CHAPTER ONE UNKNOWN (HIDDEN SECRETS) *Ding Dong* The sound of the elevator chimed as it split and made way to my braggadocious passage. Hands hidden in my square pockets, the clean air infiltrated my nostrils of riches and sin. Sin webbed around me like a spun, my shoulders high as I winked to the botched lip and heavily baked face of the receptionist with three buttons lost on her white T-shirt as she throws me a seductive glare which I catch mid air and blows her a kiss. Her cheeks blew hot as she turned red when I inched closer to her desk. Lolita knew the reasons for my visits. It always has to do with some dirty work I had to clean up which only I could. The most bankable hit man in town. “Tell the boss I'm here.” I say. My hard voice had goosebumps spreading across her pale skin making her braless fake tits tips peak at the puckered lips. “Su.. sure.” Her lips quivered,

Broken By The Billionaire Mafia (chapter three) Jessica Martin's Pov I gulped a shot and thumped the glass to the table. "One more!" The bar attendant nodded and turned alcohol into a shot glass and handed it over as I swiftly gulped on the hot liquid till the last drop. I have been here for the past twenty minutes and no sign of Belle I tried reaching her but the line was unavailable she might be caught up in traffic and the network got the better of the situation all I have to do is wait but not without catering to the burns in my heart and that needed a little drink, or let's say a lot of drinks because I was ready to drink the entire bar. I wanted something to knock me off so I won't be in this pain, and sorrow somewhere far from cheating fiance's and traumas that have formed a shadow over my shoulder. It has been three years since the day I lost my twin brother and parents. They were gunned down by assassins in our multi-billion mans

Broken by the Billionaire Mafia Chapter Five Kessler Blackwell's Pov Sapphire orbs that could hold anyone spellbound and incite a hunger without getting enough. Lush rosy lips that didn't need the help of lipstick, if most women had that they wouldn't be in need of cosmetics. Rich deep Auburn hair with full curls that flowed dangerously from the base of her head to the waist down. Jessica Martin was perfection, she was no different from an angelic beauty. I watched how the locs bounced as she sat with her left hand placed on her thigh downing her shots. My gaze didn't waver not for a minute too afraid she might disappear if I looked elsewhere or the least distracted. And I stepped in when I noticed she was fat drunk and that wasn't what I wanted. I needed her to be conscious when she saw me or we spoke, she was one prey I won't let go of. I made my way to the bar counter with ferocious eyes. "Enough. She has drank more than necessary."

BROKEN ANGEL Chapter Seven Jessica Martin's POV Two weeks to that day he drove me home. We didn't see each other again because I kept turning him down so we just talked on the phone and he loved to text a lot. I would be blushing and texting him back during board meetings, you can't blame me he has a sugar-coated tongue that drives me insane. "Don't tell me you're smiling to yourself and checking your phone every second." Belle boomed into my ears as I lay in bed. She came around the house this weekend and needed something to wear so I let her borrow and not only that Kessler wants me to visit his home. He claimed he missed me and wanted us to talk. He's a great guy and a hard working businessman but it's so sudden getting into a relationship so soon, he likes me and I can't be certain if I like him back or confused because he's showing interest in me. The only man in years to persistently run after me despite how much I told him I wasn't

Broken by the Billionaire Mafia Jessica's POV “Nah you made that shit up… like what? Are you kidding?” Belle sips her drink while she chuckles softly. We were seated at one of our favourite joints sipping on our glasses. It's been one week since I accepted Kessler's proposal to be his girl. I never had a reason to regret saying yes to him. He frequents my office with flowers, he calls every three hours and even came over the office to take me home which I declined. He needs a break from doing that. He has a business or a job so he shouldn't get distracted because of love. That reminds me I never asked him what he does for a living. Not that I care about his wealth. I'm doing well for myself but to be sure so I can proudly lay claim to his source of income. “We have been friends for the longest time. Do you think I could make something as crazy as that? Then explain the diamond on my finger, or the hickeys…” I push my hair blocking my neck so