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Chapter 12 - War.
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Desired by the Mafia Kings Chapter 18 - Relax.
L A N AI stare at my reflection for a long moment, barely recognising the woman looking back at me.My makeup is smeared beneath my eyes, dark shadows carved there from crying too hard, too often, my mascara clinging stubbornly to skin that feels sore and tight. My hair is tangled, flattened in places from fingers running through it in panic, from hands pressing to my scalp as if that might keep my thoughts from spilling out and from how much I had been sweating. I look tired in a way sleep does not fix andtired in a way that sinks into bone and lingers.This is the second time tonight I am standing in front of a mirror like this.The first was hours ago, in a bathroom that smelled like champagne and perfume, right after I caught my fiancé in bed with my best friend, and I made a run for it, before ending up at a Mafia leader's lounge and getting taken to his house against my will, right after my life split cleanly down the middle. Back then, I thought heartbreak was the worst thing
Desired by the Mafia Kings Chapter 17 - Kindness.
L A N ADaniella leads the way without saying a word, and I follow a few steps behind her, my shoes quiet against the smooth floors, my body still moving on borrowed energy. The halls stretch long and clean, nothing like the looming luxury of Ezio’s estate, and yet just as intimidating in a different way, because this place feels lived in, functional, purposeful. The lighting is soft and warm, recessed into the ceiling instead of hanging over us like a display, and the walls are decorated with modern art that I do not recognise but instinctively understand costs more than I could ever imagine affording.No one stops us, no guards step into our path, and no eyes linger too long.And it is strange how unsettling that is.I keep waiting for something to happen, for a voice to bark an order, for hands to reach for me, for the familiar tightening in my chest that comes when I know I am about to be told what to do. But none of that comes. Daniella simply walks, confident and unhurried, like
Desired by the Mafia Kings Chapter 16 - I just want to go home.
L A N AI am painfully aware of how small I feel standing here.Not just physically, though that is impossible to ignore, the way Dante stands taller than everyone else in the room, the way his presence seems to take up space without effort, but emotionally too, like I am a child who wandered into a world I was never meant to see. My skin feels too tight, my nerves stretched thin, every sound and movement registering too loudly inside me.“She’s shaken up,” Dante says, his voice calm but not cold. “It’s been a hellish night.”The way he says it makes my stomach turn, because it feels like an understatement and a mercy all at once. Hellish does not begin to describe the images burned into my mind, the blood, the screams, the way death arrived without warning or ceremony. I keep my eyes down, afraid that if I meet anyone’s gaze for too long, I might break apart completely.“Poor thing looks like she’s seen a ghost,” Daniella replies, and there is genuine concern in her tone, something w
Desired by the Mafia Kings Chapter 15 - Welcome to the Valencia Estate.
L A N AThe silence in the car makes me sick to my stomach, so much so that I feel even my quiet breaths might be too loud for this space. I look out the window, much calmer now and watch as streetlights pass by in long, glowing stretches, their reflections sliding across the window beside me, and I watch my own face appear and disappear in the glass, pale and unfamiliar, like I am already someone else. My hands are folded tightly in my lap, fingers clutching onto the fabric of my dress as though it might keep me anchored to reality, as though I might drift away if I loosen my grip for even a second.Everything inside me feels overstimulated and numb at the same time.My ears still ring faintly, the echo of gunfire now burned into my memory, and every sudden sound outside makes my shoulders tense, my breath catching before I can stop it. The silence inside the car feels so fragile, like it could shatter at any moment, and I don’t know whether I’m afraid of the noise returning or terri
Desired by the Mafia Kings Chapter 14 - Come with me.
L A N AHe stops a few feet away from me, crouching slowly until we are almost at eye level, his gaze searching my face with an intensity that makes my breath hitch. I expect cruelty, a demand or another command that strips away what little control I have left.But instead, his voice comes out calm, almost gentle...“Are you hurt?” He says softly.The question catches me off guard so completely that for a moment, I cannot answer. My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. I shake my head weakly, my entire body trembling as I try to understand what is happening."N-no..." I finally let out, my heartbeat thumping in my throat.In distant parts of the house, the fight continues, gunfire echoing through the space, men shouting orders, but here, in this small pocket of stillness, everything feels unreal.Dante glances behind him once before exhaling softly and standing to his feet, looking down at me and extending a hand toward me.“Come with me,” he says. “Now.”His gaze focuses on me, patie
Desired by the Mafia Kings Chapter 13 - Let her go.
L A N AI am shaking so badly I can barely stand.This is war.A pure, living, breathing nightmare unfolding around me. The man holding onto my arm only tightens his grip as we make our way forward. I twist in his hold, panic clawing its way up my throat as I try to pull free, but he is stronger than me, dragging me down a narrow lit up by tungsten lights, the mansion changing as we move deeper into it.That's when Ezio’s words repeat in my head."Make sure she doesn’t go anywhere."And the more they resonate in my mind, the more sick to my stomach I feel. Even in the middle of a full-blown gun fight, he still won't let me go. Even with bullets flying and men dying all around us, he is still thinking about me. Still claiming me and refusing to let me disappear. He doesn't consider me as collateral damage... I am his property, something that's meant to be retrieved, secured, and locked back into place once the blood dries.More gunshots ring out in the house, causing me to cry out and
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