Mafia Lord’s Possession

Alessia with no destination in mind, decided to head to the club where Grace worked. At this point, she needed all the help she could get. Her nanny job barely gave her enough money to even think of saving.The only person who could lend her a hand right now was Grace. Without a phone, the only choice was to pay her a visit to her workplace. She found herself standing in front of the massive building, "Devil's Den," its name etched boldly as the bright lights bathed the area.She dragged in deep ragged breaths from running a lot and made her way into the place. Her clothes were in order, but she was barefooted and her red hair was messy. The guards at the entrance stared at her for a brief second as she walked past them into the place.They didn't say or do anything to stop her. The place was open to anyone who wanted their souls tainted. If someone chooses Hell instead of Heaven, not even God would intervene as he would just sit still while watching the poor deluded soul. So, who we

The guards at the entrance bowed the moment they saw him walk towards the huge double doors.With a stoic expression, he marched forward into the room once they pushed the door open.The hall where the meeting was to be held was buzzing with noises of his angry relatives who saw his lateness as an offense to their personality. But the moment the doors were pushed open and he strutted in, the noises seized at once.There was no way around it, they all feared him. He might have that pretty face and that annoying smile all the time, but they knew the person behind that facade would even kill a person while smiling."You're late, Marco!" His uncle finally mustered up the courage to let his frustration out.Marco glanced in his direction and raised a brow, "Am I?"The man suddenly felt his throat run dry as he couldn't find the right words to reply to that question.Marco ignored the curious glances being thrown at him and finally found his seat at the head of the table. His father, Matteo

Alessia was unable to find Grace when she arrived at the club after escaping from Marco's suite. Knowing that Simone might be out there searching for her, she opted to head to the only place where the less privileged would always be accepted; Santa Maria Cattolica. The lord was always said to never forsake anyone, so she hoped he would never forsake her in this time of trouble. When she arrived at the entrance of the huge building, she breathed in and out before stepping in.There were workers already cleaning the sanctuary. A sister was standing not so far from the main gates as she spoke to someone. She knew the workers were giving her the side-eye as she passed. She could totally tell what they were thinking. In her black top and red shorts, Even the Lord wouldn't crack a smile at the outfit.Thankfully, the sister didn't ask her to leave when their eyes met. She just dismissed the man she was talking to, then turned to Alessia with a small smile."Hello, ma'am." Alessia hurr

Alessia's breath hitched the moment the man's intoxicating scent wafted into her nostrils. Her head also found it hard to understand his words. His closeness to her wasn't letting her think through the words he said to her, but luckily for her, she was able to think it through. "I want you.." Those words rang in her head again when she replayed them. Her blue eyes immediately flew towards him as she frowned. "Excuse me?" She blurted out before she could hold herself back. This stranger had to get something straight, Whatever happened between them was all a mistake between them. God forbids her from ever having anything to do with a wealthy man in Reggio Calabria. They were all into shady businesses.She had always made a promise to herself that she would never be indulged in fraud, stealing, or any criminal act. This man standing before her had danger written all over him, but his looks were worth dying for. He looked nothing like a criminal, but one can't deny the aura surro

An ear-piercing scream tore through the dark room as the man tied to the chair sitting in the center of the room cried bitterly from all the torture being thrown at him. His bloodied face and body were the evidence of the brutality he was facing from Marco. While he looked a total mess, Marco looked calm and collected, nothing like a person who was busily inflicting pain on the other party.Dante stood behind him, watching with a stoic expression as Marco gave the man the beating of his life. Marco's movements remained elegant and effortless as he inflicted pain on the man who had refused to accept his offer. The man was unable to bear the pain anymore, so he immediately pleaded in agony. "Wait up you mother fucker!" He yelled as he spat out a mouth full of blood, a few teeth following the blood out. “Figlio di puttana!” He muttered a curse in Italian as he spat out more blood onto the ground.Marco watched with a smirk as if enjoying the view before him.“So, what now?” He aske