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18. Fear and Hatred
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The Mafia's Stolen Bride 19: A Weakness
Later in life, I discovered that he possessed the same brutal and violent nature as my father, effortlessly eliminating his adversaries. Although it was a bit early to indulge in a drink, my intention was not to provoke him. I chuckled as a flood of memories filled my mind. He had been married four times, but never had a child. I had been like the son he never had. Pouring a small amount of bourbon, I stood by the open doorway for a few moments before making my way towards the covered cabana. John Paul sat silently, gazing out at his magnificent pool. I couldn't help but notice that everything, from the furniture to the pool surface, had seen better days. He was losing his touch. "Your father is an incredibly important man. I hope you understand that. Despite the hardship Ricardo has put you through, he is very proud of you." "This is the second time I've heard that today. It's a shame he never had the courage to tell me himself." He tilted his head, giving me a subtle yet powerfu
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 20. Good as Gold
John Paul appeared lost in thought for a moment before sharing his advice, which solidified my resolve. "You are your father's son. The fire within you is rare. You'll do what's necessary, even if it means getting your hands dirty. Sometimes, it's the only way. Your enemies will strike back soon, and their methods will be more brutal than you can imagine. As for legitimizing the business, if anyone can do it, it's you." His smirk fueled my determination, although doubts lingered. Perhaps I was foolish to believe I could accomplish such a feat. "There's one thing you should consider: forgiving your father. It may help you break free from the chains that bind you." "Not a chance." The chains were a constant burden, weighing me down for years. But forgiveness wasn't an option. My father had made his choices and faced the consequences. He coughed, covering his mouth with a handkerchief. "You need to see a doctor." Waving me off, he took a few deep breaths. "This place is my sanctuar
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 21. I will be honest
"Very well." I reassured him with a pat on his shoulder as I walked past, fully aware of the considerable amount of time I had spent visiting my mother's grave. The sun was beginning to set, casting a trail of crimson and tangerine hues that danced through the windows. Despite my exhaustion, I was prepared to handle the necessary tasks ahead. As I entered the house, it felt eerily quiet, devoid of any signs of life. Everything appeared to be in order, with no indication of unusual activity, but I still checked each room. I noticed Grinder standing by the entrance to the great room, his feet planted firmly apart. He nodded at me with a cautious look in his eyes. "Boss." Finally, I heard some noise, faint sounds emanating from a television set with the volume turned low. "How has she been?" I spoke softly, aware that Madeline was the type of woman who gathered information for her own advantage. Perhaps as leverage or ammunition. After all, she was a daddy's girl. "This morning she ha
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 22. Never My Heart
"Do not feign ignorance of the ways of the Borgata," I asserted, my voice laced with authority. "The organization thrives on strong leadership, much like in Italy. Without a leader, the entire structure would crumble." A hint of amusement danced in her voice as she responded, "And you believe you are that leader. What a shame. You already have a successful career. Or was that merely an impressive facade?" I met her gaze, my eyes filled with a steely resolve. "I rarely pretend to be someone I'm not, and 'had' would be the appropriate word. Given the newspaper article that I'm certain you've read, I'd be fortunate to find employment on a home shopping network." With deliberate movements, I took her glass and walked towards the bar, unfastening my holster and placing the gun on the surface. I then proceeded to prepare drinks for both of us. "The article wasn't entirely damning, although it conveniently omitted the fact that you're a kidnapper. At least for now. I suppose that officiall
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 23. Damaged Souls
She was taken aback by my actions, striking my shoulders forcefully before clinging to me, gasping for breath. "Oh my God. Oh... You're terrible, a monster." "You're right." I positioned her thighs on my shoulders and leaned in, savoring her intoxicating scent. Her arousal was evident, trickling down her inner thighs. I traced my tongue along the soft skin, relishing the sweet taste. "You can't. You just..." I observed as her eyes closed, her beautiful lips maintaining a pout. My thirst needed to be satisfied. I had to taste her repeatedly. Holding her up, I buried my face in her wetness, licking and sucking on her clitoris. Her resistance gradually transformed into movement, wriggling within my grasp as I pleasured her pussy, taking my time to lick and nip at her delicate flesh, thrusting my tongue deep inside. She opened herself up to me, her labia yielding to my intense actions. With each stroke of my tongue, her breathing changed, the guttural sounds turning into purrs. My foc
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 24: Certain Facts
Times had shifted, a new era on the horizon, and we found ourselves united in this battle. It was an oddly cathartic experience, though tinged with a sense of sadness. She nodded, a hint of apprehension in her eyes, as she placed the belt on the floor. The charged moment we had shared was interrupted. Her head lowered once again, her hands skillfully undoing my pants, struggling with the button and zipper. The intensity of the situation weighed on me, my mind filled with conflicting thoughts. While I had always been a dominant lover, this felt different. Her actions fueled a mix of emotions within me, her gentle touch sending shivers down my spine as her fingers traced along the length of my shaft. She purred softly, lifting my cock and wrapping her fingers around the base, applying a gentle pressure. I blinked, trying to regain focus, my mind clouded with desire and a hint of desperation. I tugged on her hair, a reminder of my needs. Almost pleadingly. In response, she helped me
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 25: A Broken Man
MADELINE A broken beast. I had witnessed similar behavior in various men before. The way they acted, displaying a bullying nature in their quest for dominance while harboring vulnerability. Their tendency to drift into fits of anger and even depression. Their resistance to being cared for. The emotional detachment. The aura of danger. The bitterness. I was well acquainted with these symptoms, having spent my life around brooding men who never learned to control their primal desires or their tempers. Some might label them as primitive or barbaric. Beneath Victor's polished appearance, refined suits, and polished shoes lay a primal being who had fought his entire life to avoid being dragged into the depths of darkness. But now, he had no choice. I had also witnessed acts of desperation, the duty to protect one's family and legacy. That's precisely what he was doing. While I may have been a bargaining chip, I would also be his downfall. However, it would not unfold as I had initial
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 26: Very Bad Girl
He grasped both of my wrists tightly before forcefully pulling me over his lap and delivering several harsh smacks. "I warned you about the consequences of not following the rules. Clearly, you can't comply. Should I take away all your privileges?" There was an almost taunting tone in his voice, which only infuriated me further. "Stop it! Ouch! That hurts like hell!" "And there's that foul mouth again." He continued to administer firm spanks to my already sore bottom, each one harder than the last. Even as I struggled, I involuntarily wriggled back and forth across his throbbing erection. The mixture of pain and pleasure was uncomfortable, yet it aroused my entire body. Demanding. Dominating. Possessive. "I'll behave. Okay? I promise," I pleaded, despising myself for doing so. I refused to feel ashamed or humiliated by the experience, even though I was grinding my hips against his, trying to keep him aroused. And the spanking continued, one after another. "Stop!" "Only if you
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