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2026-06-15 07:00:25
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THE MAFIA’S OBSESSION CLOSER
Bluey effortlessly broke the tense staring contest between them, his calm presence shifting the energy in the room. “Hi Donna!” His voice burst with genuine excitement, eyes lighting up. Amy quickly looked away from Rose, smiling warmly at Bluey. “Amy is fine,” she said, her tone cheerful, while Rose scoffed, unimpressed. “So... how does it feel going from slave to Donna?” Hayden leaned forward slowly, resting his hand on the table and his chin on it, his eyes gleaming with curiosity, like a child eager for a bedtime story. “Can we just eat?” Rita’s voice cut in sharply, her gaze fixed on Amy, her brow furrowed. Amy glanced at Kate, who was focused intently on her plate, adopting a deliberate nonchalance to hide her interest in the distraction. Then she looked away and began serving herself, methodically filling her plate. At the top monsters’ dining table, the scene was casual—plates piled high with steaming food, everyone helping themselves with ease. Rita scooped gene
THE MAFIA’S OBSESSION Boom
Before she could react, he stepped up directly behind her. His massive frame completely blocked out the rest of the room, casting her in his shadow. Amy instantly stiffened. Her breath caught in her throat as the radiating heat of his chest pressed against her back, a stark contrast to the chilled air of the training room. “Loosen your grip,” he commanded quietly, his voice a low vibration against her ear. His warm breath brushed her skin, sending an involuntary, electric shiver straight down her spine. “You’re holding it like a bat. Relax your wrist.” When she didn’t comply fast enough, Drake reached around her. His large, calloused hands completely covered hers, his long fingers forcing her grip to soften and adjust. His touch was firm, unyielding, and entirely too intimate. “The momentum doesn’t come from your shoulders. It comes from the hip, and the snap of the wrist,” he muttered, his deep voice vibrating through her shoulder blades. Slowly, he guided her arm through a fluid
THE MAFIA’S OBSESSION WIFEY
The next morning, the fragile peace of the villa shattered before noon.“Boss!”Marcus burst into Drake’s office, the heavy oak doors slamming against the wall. Urgency was written in every line of his hardened face.Drake didn’t flinch. He slowly looked up from the mountain of paperwork on his desk. logistics and manifests detailing the latest weapon and drug shipments arriving through the seaport. The lifeblood of his empire.“What’s the matter, Marcus?”“One of the perimeter guards found an envelope pinned to a tree while patrolling the estate.” Marcus stepped forward, his jaw tight as he extended a heavy cream envelope. “It has your name on it.”Drake took it. The moment his fingers brushed the paper, his expression turned glacier-cold, his dark eyes narrowing into slits.“From the blood stain on the seal, I’m guessing it’s from Blood Pact,” Marcus muttered, a muscle twitching in his cheek.“I see that.” Drake’s voice was dangerously calm. He tore the envelope open and pulled out
THE MAFIA’S OBSESSION DONNA
The heavy bronze bells of the Catholic church tolled through the afternoon air, the deep, rhythmic vibrations echoing in Amy’s chest. With every strike, she felt her true self retreating deep inside, locking away to make room for the darker side she needed to survive her new life. The pews were filled not with joyful families, but with heavily armed mobsters. At the altar, Amy and Drake stood side by side. The priest delivered the short sermon, his voice trembling so violently the holy book shook in his hands. Behind the priest stood Marcus, one hand casually resting near the gun at his hip. “Marriage is a divinely created, lifelong bond,” the priest stammered, his eyes darting toward Marcus's weapon. “Not... not just a legal contract. Leave the past behind, hold onto one another, and grow together as one flesh…” Amy kept her gaze fixed entirely on Drake, staring blankly at his profile. She didn’t bother looking at the priest once. She stood tall in her black silk wedding gown. A
THE MAFIA’S OBSESSION WEDDING BELLS
"Marcus!" Drake called out, ignoring her completely.The door opened instantly. Marcus stepped in, his eyes meeting Amy’s before settling on Drake."Take her to her new room," Drake ordered, turning his back to them as he poured himself a glass of wine."Come with me," Marcus said. His voice was unusually quiet, stripped of its usual gruff edge, a subtle, unspoken shift in respect for the woman who now held the title of Donna, whether she wanted it or not.Amy stared at Drake’s back, her lips parting to scream, to fight, to tear the room apart. But the image of Rita’s neck under a blade held her frozen. Slowly, her shoulders slumped, and she followed Marcus out into the hall.The walk was dead silent. Her new room wasn't in the servant quarters, it was located in the prestigious wing reserved for high-ranking mobsters, situated right after Bluey's suite. Marcus stopped at a large, polished door, opened it for her, and gave a brief, solemn nod before turning on his heel and walking awa
THE MAFIA’S OBSESSION HER PURPOSE
The Syndicate rarely gathered for dinner parties, such affairs were reserved exclusively for milestones. Tonight was the first time the grand hall had been opened since the old Don died, and the air practically hummed with an anxious, dress-coded excitement.Everyone had turned out in their finest. Females wore heavy silk gowns or sharp, tailored suits that rivaled the men’s. On the far side of the hall, stripped of their daily chores but still bound to their quarters, stood the estate slaves. They were kept in uniform, a stark, deliberate reminder of the line dividing the room but tonight, they were permitted to participate. Everyone was waiting for the axe to fall. Everyone wanted to know what the Boss was about to announce.Then, the heavy double doors groaned open, and Amy stepped into the hall.She hadn’t chosen the dress. Hours earlier, she had gone to Drake’s suite expecting the usual brutal routine of her training, but he had turned her away with a flick of his wrist. “Go pr
THE MAFIA’S OBSESSION IMPRESSING HIM
Amy managed to release her self from him. Keeping her distance. Keeping her guard up. Drake watched her for a moment before turning away. “Tomorrow your training begins.” Amy frowned. “Training?” “You’ll stay in my suite during the day.” His tone left no room for argument. “You
THE MAFIA’S OBSESSION FIRST FEEL
Amy stopped a few feet away from him. The room smelled heavily of smoke. Drake sat at the edge of the bed, cigarette between his fingers, eyes dark and unreadable. The ashtray beside him was overflowing. He had been smoking nonstop. Amy gathered her courage slowly. “I came to apologize.
THE MAFIA’S OBSESSION OH NO
Drake didn’t say a word after the slap. Not one. The silence that followed was heavier than any shouting. His expression didn’t change, but something in his eyes hardened—cold, contained, unfamiliar. Then he turned away from her. Slowly. Without another glance. And walked out of the ruined s
THE MAFIA’S OBSESSION ROMANO X
The dressing room door opened slowly.Drake looked up once—and went still.Amy stood there awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable under his stare.The dark red gown hugged her figure perfectly.The backless dress revealed the soft line of her waist, the deep V-shaped cut at the back accentuating her ski
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