King Of The Mob

I stood in front of the mirror looking at my self critically and in disbelief. No matter how I present my self inform of people, I was never in total control of my lifeFather is wants me to get married to a stranger. No, he is forcing me to do his wish. He gave me no other option as usual. I could, of course, run, disappear without traces. I could elude detection. I won't, thoughcos I will definitely look like a fool before him and I am never a fool. I've been nothing but a disappointment to him for my entire life, and this only confirmed it. Father never passed an opportunity to let me know that he never like me as his child. I was nothing more than a cheap commodity that he could use as currencyfor his empire built on blood and sweat of criminals like him. He never liked me, and since I knew I would never win his approval, I did nothing to try to change that. Was there any need? NoI am the King of the Italian mafia, . Father only gave it to me because he is dying and has no male

When my parents set up a marriage for me, I wasn't shocked. It happens a lot. My own parents have been together since since they were forced to get married. till death separates them from their loveless union. Such a depressing way to live.I was so furious about having to wed a random female. And to cap it all off, an Italian gal. Italian women are generally beautiful, but she is a mafia member. What would she even be like. Would our union be completely devoid of affection, just like my parents'? I couldn't care less; all I could do was tolerate her and get my way with the ladies behind her back. She would undoubtedly act similarly.Not even her name, physical description, or personality were given to me. She was a woman, though. the Italian mafia's top dog. How is that possible? Women are frail and too sentimental. The mafia would be destroyed by her. I chuckled at the idea that she could defeat the world's most vicious and vile gang. Everyone is aware that only men can lead a mafia

I went for a quiet walk outside in the moonlight since the family decided to have a private talk Laura was with me and stayed by my side. As I walked, my heels made noise on the gravelly path. "The son and the parents seemed decent." Talking to KC. "Something was strange about them. Kaden was sincere, but I can't figure out his parents." Laura hummed in agreement as I stated. Something was always there.I sat down on a bench next to a lovely water feature. I observed water gushing from birds' mouths into a pool below. The full moon was mirrored in the white-shimmering sea. I was lost in thought as I just looked.I had an absurd amount of work to complete. And I was sitting here idly. Ace failed not appear at all. Maybe he had the same sentiments as I do. Naturally, he did.The silence was abruptly broken by a gruff voice. I'm come to see my fiance, you say. the idiot. I jolted out of my reverie and turned to find KC pointing a gun at a man. It's alright, I said, and KC put her gun dow

With him kissing me now, with me no longer needing to hold his face and pull him up, I grappled with his pants until I had them somewhat undone. I kicked them away, pushed them down with the toes of my heels, and then narrowed my brow in frustration when I couldn’t get his pants all the way off because of his shoes.He laughed and helped me remove his shoes and pants. “Calm down, Jessika.”“It’s not funny!” I shrieked, trying not to laugh, too. “I need you inside of me right now.”“What if I say no?” he asked.“Asher,” I said, panic-stricken. “You wouldn’t. No, don’t. Please. I’m begging you.” All conversational skills abandoned me. “Asher, no, I…”I got no further before he grabbed the sides of my thighs and buried himself inside of me. Every synapse in my brain let out an electric sigh of wonder at the insane amount of pleasure he brought me. His cock drove into me, steady and thick, completely satisfying my need of him. Or, satisfying that current need, though I suddenly realized I

The day I died began like any other. I wake up in the morning and start my day with the same old routine. I guess you might call it a kind of OCD, but without it, I genuinely believe my day is doomed. Crawling out of bed, I head across my college dorm room and to my tiny shower room. I stare at the hot mess of my reflection and say:"My name is Amelia Hayden. I'm a successful college student, and today I'm going to be bright, confident, caring, and assertive where necessary. In the future, I'm going to have my own business, a husband, three children, and a pug—or maybe two pugs. But either way, I'm going to be happy."This is how I like to start my mornings, because when my alarm goes off at six o'clock and I have to drag my sorry butt out of bed, And college did feel like a cage.This is why I say the mantra. This is why I have to remind myself why I sacrificed so much to travel up North and go to college. There has to be a happy ending for me at the end of this. Right now I'm in m