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Chapter 78: Scolded by Capo; Planted by Sasha
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His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 84: The Old Enzo
Alessio Something is up. Enzo came to my house earlier this afternoon while I resting to interrupt my peace and later end up beating one of my men to a pulp in the ring after I gracefully let him spar with him. I sensed he needed to blow off some steam so I arranged is a trip to the warehouse when today happens to be Dominic's day there but I'm sure he wont mind. The warehouse smells like bleach and metal, I can tell Dominic just had a cleanup done but there's four more men here that need to be taught a lesson, two we found here, and the other we brought with us. “This is a nice surprise,” Dominic grins from his seat in the corner. He looks up at his phone and I shake my head to notify him of how dangerously close his smart mouth can get him to being shot today. “What did these two do?” Enzo asks, staring at the men tied up and fairly beaten to a pulp. Dominic watches me and not Enzo, “First one is a rat, second has been leaving highly inappropriate messages for my wife, sen
His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 83: Broken pieces
His grip on my waist suddenly shifts and before I can process the absence, Enzo grabs my legs, flipping me over like I weigh nothing. I now lay on my back, breathless with the sheets stuck to my skin. I blink up at him, taking in how flushed his face is, the way his jaw is clenched and his hair is damp, forehead sweaty and even his chest is covered with sweat. His cock gleams, thick and drenched with my orgasms. Our gazes lock but he doesn't speak, he grabs my thighs and I part them for him, still panting. My eyes roll rob the back of my head when he thrusts into me so hard that my body jerks upward. He's looking at me, he's not that angry anymore–or so I think. His lips crash onto mine, hot, possessive, angry. He kisses me like he wants to bite, and then he does his teeth sink into my lower lip hard enough to bruise and I can't help but moan into his mouth. His body covers mine, and his hips slam forward again, his thrusts go deep and hard and fast, then slow and grinding, rol
His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 82: Tell me the truth
"Your lies hurt people," I say, shoving at his chest enough to stir him. "You hurt her," my voice breaks as I try shoving him again but he grabs me at the wrist and holds me to him. "And you think your lies amused me? You are the first woman I've felt something for and I tried to be a romantic better husband, I did all the things women like, I took notes, asked around and tried to make this marriage everything you wanted. I did everything for you and this is how you chose to reward me." "I'm sorry," I choke out, a tear running down my cheek. "I never wanted any of this, I didn't want a husband, or marriage and I never wanted to hurt you, but I had to make a choice." "What choice?" He coos, his voice lower and for a second I hear some concern. “Is your father threatening you?” "No, you don't understand." I say, taking a few steps back. "Make me understand. Talk to me." "I can't," I shake, wiping my tears before they have the chance to flow. Enzo stares at me like I’m not
His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 81: Sick Games; You knew?
Alessandra Sang-Yeon called Father half the night and somewhere around three AM, Father finally took his call. He was livid at Sang-Yeon for kidnapping me or Sofia as he initially thought. I'm going to make sure the man dies a painful death if he hurts my sister again, and for kidnapping me? I broke his nose, he cussed a lot but Father looked so proud when he saw the damage I did to the Yakuza mafia prince. I wanted to come home immediately, but I couldn't sneak back into the house without getting killed, and Igor needed a few minutes to orchestrate my entry and Sofia's exit. While he took care of that for me, I took a shower at a nearby hotel, waiting until Igor was ready to sneak me in. When Sofia leaves, I go back to my bedroom. I know Enzo is a light sleeper because he often stirs from the slightest movement and so when I walk into our bedroom, still in my clothes from yesterday,? I have to be extra careful. I tiptoe into the bathroom, shred my clothes off and stick them unde
His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 80: Still NOT Sofia
Fuck, I want to scream as the door shuts behind him but it's pointless and energy consuming. Sofia is at home with my husband, probably in bed with him because he refused to let me sleep anywhere but next to him, with our bodies pressed against each other. I'm revolted at the thought of him doing just that with my sister, it makes me gag so hard I almost puke. I've never regretted being indistinguishable from Sofia up until this point it has worked in my favour but right now? It's eating at my insides, my husband is lying next to another woman and he has no idea. We even wear the same perfume now so there's no way he'd know that's not me in our bed tonight. That's a good thing, it truly is, but I want to be in that bed and not here with Sofia's crazy lover who can't seem to understand boundaries or the fact that I'm NOT Sofia Romano, I'm Sasha. As per Sang-Yeon's instructions, his men order food, one offers to feed me, the other begs me to eat but I just keep telling them that I
His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 79: I’m not Sofia
I spend my day in Sasha's house, Enzo returns once and leaves again, only to return around nine PM and my sister is nowhere to be seen. I've tried calling her on my phone but my calls have gone unanswered and Father said to stick it out because she'd be back once she was done with Lord knows what. It's good that Enzo fought with Sasha earlier because he doesn't try to kiss me when he arrives, nor does he try to make conversation at dinner. I'm losing my mind, dressed in Sasha's robe with Enzo staring at me from afar. “Sasha,” he calls out. “Y-yes?” I stutter, trying to keep my cool but I can't because Sasha hasn't returned yet. What if she got tired of this union and ran away? “Is something wrong?” “No, it's getting late.” He nods, “Do you have somewhere to be?” “No, I'll go to bed,” I say, hastily lying on the side I think she would. I keep he phone close, checking it for messages but nothing comes. Enzo is pacing the room, on call with someone in hushed Turkish I don't
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