while you wait for the next update, you can check my two other two mafia books which you will absolutely love TAKE ME I'M YOURS: (STALKER MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Stalker, Obsession, Mafia, Touch her you die, He fell first and hard, forced proximity, swoornworthy Good only for her. Kind only to her. Deadly when it comes to her. LETHU: My life was normal, as normal as life can get. Alone, lonely, ‘I hate my job’ kind of normal until I found out all along I had not really been alone. For six years he has been in my life. For six years he has watched, touched, and held my body as if it was his to hold. It is until I am kidnapped that I meet him, my stalker. No one will touch me with him still breathing. He would burn the whole world to see me smile. Deep, toe-curling, and unconditional love. He would kill for me and he would die for me. He is obsessed and I am obsessed with being obsessively his. HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, P
Harsh winds.Harsh rain.Blood.Pain. The rain was drowning me, splatters of mud all over my body. My hands rushed to claw my throat as the water filled my mouth. I wanted to scream for help but I couldn’t. “Peter,” I didn’t stop trying which had me in a fit of coughs. “Peter!” I couldn’t die, not now, not when I was just truly happy. Not when I found him and he made every dream come true, even those I didn't think I had. “Peter!” “ I am here, I am here my love, it’s okay.” The voice broke through the cloud, distant at first but got louder and louder. Hands clamped me and I could feel the warmth suddenly, skin on skin. I shivered, my eyes pulling wide open to see skin. My hands scrambled to hold on tight, taking a whiff to confirm that indeed this was Peter. “Peter.” I cried out. He pulled me to his chest as I shook so hard. “I am so sorry my love, I am so sorry.” The fact that I was in his arms made everything okay. I knew I was safe now, warmth enveloping me and chasing
“Police! Open up!” My heart pumped poison. My fear of the police was given at birth. I heard the door open and tried to turn around but from where I was, I couldn’t see past the walls caging the kitchen from the house. “Mr Slade, please step away, we have a warranty to search the property.” “What do you want?” He groaned out. “We are looking for Miss Daisy Johnson.” What the hell!? I nearly screamed that I was in the kitchen in panic but decided to shut my mouth up. “You could go rummaging through my house or I could take you to her,” Peter talked calmly. “Daisy!” Any warmth I had just vanished from my body as my dad’s voice echoed in the house. “You son of a bitch, where is my daughter! Daisy!” Oohh God, Oohh God! “Mr Johnson, please stand back and let us do our job.” “I want my daughter!”I heard some commotion. “Stand back, stand back!” I was about to jump off the counter but held myself, recalling my foot. “Mr Slade, please show us where Miss Johnson is.” I heard
I was tired of the berating. “You have gone insane. I never should have let you leave! You lied to us! Turned yourself into a whore!” My father stopped, five minutes passing before he began again. Answering him only enabled him more so I resigned to closing my eyes and leaned on my mother’s shoulder. The fact that I was twenty four and could make my own decisions did nothing for my dad. “You are never leaving the farm ever again!” It felt like the drop of prison bars. I imagined running back to the police station and opening a case against my own father. Imagining it was all I could do because I felt so hopeless as my father threw out one life sentence after another. I still couldn’t understand Peter’s words. What did he mean he wanted me to leave? He literally gave me away. He didn’t come to get me at the police station. I tried prolonging the departure from the police station but as soon as my father realized they weren’t opening a case against Slade, he blew a fuse and dragge
DAISYONE MONTH LATER The sun sank over the horizon. I straightened, my back aching. I could hear my little brother playing ahead with the dogs. “We are heading in earlier today,” Harry, one of our farm helpers said, carrying his large bottle of water. “Okay.” Was all I said, dreading walking back to the house because every part of my body was painful. I took a few minutes just standing there before I walked back to the house. My dad stood a bit further from the porch talking with the men. Since being back he barely said ten words to me and I didn’t mind. I understood, I hurt him but also I did not regret anything I did. “Daisy, you shouldn’t be out there for so long, especially with your leg.” Mom’s voice stopped me in my tracks and I smiled at her. I wished I could talk to her more and just hug her but I refrained. “I just wanted to help out, at least the hard part is over for now.” We were weeding and planting. It had been a long couple of weeks. Mom smiled, walking to grip m
The girl’s head shot up with her eyes. I narrowed my eyes at her, hoping it was as dangerous as I thought it looked. She quickly looked down to her computer then quickly picked up the work phone. I watched from the corner of the eye as the other’s stole glances at me. “Good evening sir, there is Mrs Daisy here to see Mr Slade,” ‘Wife’, I mouthed for the girl to say. “His wife,” The woman added reluctantly, not believing. It didn’t matter if they believed or not, I just needed the word to get to the top. “Yes sir,” The woman said, her eyes coming back to mine. I gave her a questioning look because I couldn’t take the suspense. “He is passing the call through to the main secretaries.” “Okay, thanks.” I nodded. The secretaries knew me right? Hopefully they would pass the call and if he was not there, they would call his personal cell and let him know I was there. What if Slade was not even in the country? I fought to not succumb to the fear coursing through me. “ Yes sir,” The la
Slade held the key to my room in his hand. I followed after his guards, him further away. No longer was I allowed to be next to him. I heard the door click open after Slade swiped the key card on the door. He pushed in and the guards followed.He took me to a hotel, a really fancy hotel. I can’t tell you what I felt, what I was thinking. I felt like I was just floating around. The lights in the room were nearly blinding. I walked aimlessly in the room before I stopped at the center. It was a large room and looked beyond anything I could imagine but to me all was fuzzy. For a few seconds nothing but silence filled the room. “Leave us,” Slade’s voice disturbed that silence, letting me know the final goodbye was coming now. I wished I was stronger. I wished I could see myself getting through this sane but at that point I was drowning. I heard the main door close and we were alone. I heard him place the key card down. “Check out will be at two tomorrow,” I heard movement then caug
DAISYBeep.Beep. Beep. A blinding light attacked my eyes as they fluttered open. There was a heaviness on my body. I felt drained and my head seemed heavy. I groaned, moving my arm to shield my eyes only to feel a tug then pain. Mmhh. Beep.Beep.Beep. I turned my head, just blurry circles all around. A sigh pulled out of me and then I felt a presence next to me. Who was it? Where was I? A chaos of images shuffled into my head making it throb even worse. Another groan pulled from me, my mouth and tongue dry.“Daisy,” I was having a bad dream. “Daisy. Shit, let me get the nurse.” Then I was being prodded and probed. Someone wearing something pink tried to help me sit up. A glass of water was pressed to my lips. Everything for me was just disoriented until everyone stopped talking and I could think. “What’s happ—ening?” My voice cracked, my throat ashy. “Where am I?” “Hi. My name is Britney and I am your nurse. You are in the hospital. Do you remember what happened?”