Resisting The Dangerous Mafia Lord

Chapter 1Elena;No one who dared to mess with him lived to tell the tale. Lord of the underworld. Angelo Fabian. But somehow, my father did. His name alone was enough to cause a shiver to run down your spine. What's worse when you step on his toes? I had heard rumors about him, about the deadly things he does. I had never met him but my colleagues at work might just have. Talked about him in fearful whispers like he is some kind of a god.Scratch that. He was considered a god in the city. I'd heard tales of how ruthless he was especially to those who betrayed him. Forgiveness was never in his dictionary.And as I stood before my father, whose goons had forced me onto his lair, I couldn't help but be amazed at his words. "I don't care what you have done with your life Dad. You should know better than to mess with someone like Angelo."He was frantic as he grabbed my hands, "You have to do this Elena. You have to help me. Angelo is a very simple man. All you need to do is to convin

Chapter 3Elena;Upon entering the room, I immediately scrunch my nose at the pungent odor of weed. Yes, I knew what it was and what it smelled like due to the nature of my job. But I still couldn't get used to it. It always messes with my system. Coughing slightly, I took a good look at the shirtless man in front of me. Angelo Fabian. My first time setting my eyes on him and I couldn't help but notice his well-defined looks. His eyes were a shade of light blue and....tattoos covered his whole chest and arm. Regardless, I still noticed the not-so-faint gory scars on his torso and abdomen. I felt a chill run down my spine at the deadly aura emanating from him. He was just as I'd expected, except for the fact that he was way younger than I had imagined him to be In my head. Plus, I wasn't expecting him to be so devilishly handsome and sexy at the same time. I didn't realize I was standing and gaping at him until his deep voice sounded, making me jerk slightly and I felt my face hea

Elena;A particular scene caught my attention. The pair seemed to be on some kind of stage, drilling into a lady in a doggy-style position. The sounds of dick slapping against flesh, and her moans were everywhere. They seem to have a rather large audience as people gathered down the stage, openly making out. And as I stared closer, I felt the familiarity. Clint, my boyfriend was the man behind the scenes. Openly f***king the lady like it was some kind of show.The red-haired woman turned to look at me and traced my eyesight. "Well, as you can see, this is a playhouse. A sex club, rather, where different people come to have fun or let off some steam."Well, they couldn't be more obvious. I thought, my eyes never leaving the scene as I tried to contain my feelings.She pointed to a room, "there are different sections. They are those who just come to watch, for a threesome, solo sex, or role-play.""That young man in there," she pointed towards the part Clint was, "Is part of our role

Angelo;Klaus was my bastard brother. Step fucking brother to be exact. The last time we met was something I hated to recall, as he had done some pretty little damage. And his calling now was hella suspicious. I narrowed my eyes as I heard him speak, "What can I say, brother? It has been a while and I am quite impressed with how your life has turned out. Also, I heard you were on the lookout for me?"I could tell the motherfucker was smirking, "You know what, Klaus? I think you should remain in whatever hell hole you are currently in. Because I would not be so lenient when I set my eyes on you."He laughed, "I can not wait for that, Angelo. Remember, an eye for an eye."Klaus and I had a rough childhood. Or should I say, I had a rough childhood...a completely ruined one at that. And it was all because of his existence. Rolling my eyes at his words, I scoffed, "Everything I did, was just the fucking tip of the iceberg, Klaus. I would advise you to tread lightly and keep your fucking

Elena;"What...what are you doing?" My voice raised a bit higher."Shut up and let me do this." He ordered, bunching up the shirt upwards. I was not in any underwear, and I wondered what on earth he planned to do. "Spread your legs."My eyes widened in alarm, "What? No!"'Is he bipolar or something?' No matter how hard I try, sometimes I can't seem to understand his actions. But then, I didn't really know him so well.My legs clenched together, more instinctively than intentionally. And my eyes stared at him in bewilderment."Have you forgotten what you made me go through? Are you so perverted that you just can not wait to get in between my legs? Do you even care, or know if I am in pain?"His light blue eyes stared right into mine, making me gulp. "I won't ask nicely this time. Spread your legs, Elena."I felt a sudden sensation run down my spine. Could be from the mention of my name, or the way it sounded coming from his lips, I couldn't tell. And with my eyes, held captive by h