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The Mafia's Stolen Bride 35: I wanted more
"This is not solely about material gain. It concerns your safety," I insisted, determined to continue despite the growing intensity and adrenaline coursing through me. Only when her bottom turned a rosy shade of red did she finally relax in my arms, taking deep breaths. The realization that she could have been discovered or worse, killed, made me feel even more protective of her. Taking care of this captivating yet exasperating woman had not been part of my plans. But my body and emotions had betrayed me. "Fine. Whatever," she whispered. I continued to administer a few more smacks to her bottom until my hand began to ache, almost as much as my own desire. "But you don't believe me," I said, easing her against my chest and soothingly running my hand down her arms. "Why should I? Once you achieve your goals, you'll probably just eliminate me. You're filled with anger and bitterness. The rage consumes you," she said, managing to elbow me in the gut and slipping out of my grasp. Swiftl
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 36: The Only Man
I was consumed by the idea, removing and undressing her dress. She appeared surprised, her eyes widening as I looked down at her, considering her my prized possession. There was no shyness on her face, only her own heightened desire. I embraced her tightly, guiding her into a deep arch and kissing the side of her neck, gently biting in a few places. I wanted to leave marks on her. I wanted her to carry my scent. Most importantly, I wanted her in my arms. Indefinitely. Although the situation should have been alarming, I was a determined man, driven by an insatiable hunger. My primitive sounds filled the air, echoing like a cry in the wilderness as I moved my mouth toward her breasts. Madeline tilted her head back even further, gazing up at the sky as I licked and sucked her nipple, flicking my tongue back and forth. "Yes. Yes. Yes." Her murmurs fueled my actions. With eagerness, I moved to her other breast, taking her rosy nipple into my mouth and biting down until she gasped. He
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 37: At least not forever
MADELINE Victor handed me a glass of wine before quickly unlocking his phone with forceful taps on the screen. I observed his actions, committing his code to memory. The tension between us remained palpable, the silence during the ride creating an uncomfortable atmosphere. Moments after entering the house, Victor snapped a photo of a folded piece of paper. "Grinder. I'm sending you a picture. We need to locate this individual," he said, pacing back and forth, occasionally glancing in my direction and rubbing his brow. "And I need more information about the contract on Madeline's life. Shake every possible source. I want details. And I want Satori." After ending the call, he continued his agitated pacing, muttering curses under his breath. "Contract? Can you talk to me? Explain?" I was stunned by his words, shaken to my core. Now, a numbing sensation took hold. "I don't understand." He had refused to discuss the matter until we were safely behind closed doors. Standing at the windo
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 38: Stay Here
I was filled with an overwhelming urge to scream at Victor for his persistent use of my name, as if it held some kind of added weight or truth. The silence that followed was suffocating, each passing moment intensifying my unease. Finally, he broke the silence. "What happened to your sister?" he asked, his voice carrying a mixture of curiosity and concern. I sighed heavily, burying my face in my hands as I took a few deep breaths. Reluctantly, I knew I had to delve into the painful past, exposing the truth that both Victor and I sought. "My sister, Sasha, was drawn into what she believed to be the allure and glamour of the mafia," I began, my voice laced with a mix of sorrow and bitterness. "She idolized our father, blinded to his flaws. She yearned to be the companion of a powerful, wealthy, and dangerous man." "And she found one," Victor said softly, his tone filled with understanding. "Yes," I continued, my voice tinged with sadness. "Always the life of the party, she had her wi
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 39: Who was she?
I held my breath until both men had exited the room. It was only when I heard the front door open and close that I finally exhaled. My actions were bound to result in some form of violence and bloodshed, much like a distant memory I tried to push away. I couldn't change the past or do anything for my beloved sister. But I was determined not to make the same mistakes again. I resolved to follow Victor's orders and abide by his rules. I would even learn to accept them. No, he wouldn't break me using any means. I had come too far in my life. There was one condition, though. If my father had lied to me, I would cut off all contact with him. Only if you survive... I stood up and paced the floor, waiting for screams or the sound of a gunshot. But there was nothing of the sort. Until five minutes later, when the door opened and a lone man walked in. I recoiled, fearful of what Victor would say or do. He entered just as quietly as he had left, retrieved his drink, and made his way to the
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 40: To solve the riddle
I refused to let the silence linger any longer. I turned towards him, gently placing my hands on his chest. His eyes pleaded with me, revealing the immense pain he had endured. "She was killed in a drive-by shooting while we were walking from a coffee shop," he disclosed, his voice carrying a mixture of grief and frustration. "The police believed it was a random act, wrong place at the wrong time. But I knew better. It was an assassination attempt, and she took the bullet meant for me. Just two days later, my mother was killed, a bullet intended for my father." The weight of his words hit me with a force I couldn't ignore. Tears welled up in my eyes once again, empathizing with the profound pain we had both experienced throughout the years. He tilted his head and used his knuckle to wipe away my tears, bringing his finger to his mouth. A single tear slipped past his long, beautiful eyelashes, tracing a path down his face. My heart ached for him, and without hesitation, I rose up on
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 41: Finding the Rat
VICTOR "Are you sure you want to go through with this, boss?" Grinder inquired, his voice tinged with concern. I could sense the hesitation in his tone, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on both of us if I were to extinguish Satori's life. But in that moment, I found myself questioning whether I still cared. "It's necessary. What did you find regarding the picture I sent you?" "I've been making inquiries. Don't worry, boss. We'll track down that bastard." Worry. This entire situation was spiraling out of control. "The information better come through. Did you make any progress on the contract in the streets?" "You're not going to like it." "Tell me." "The shooter goes by the name of the Slayer. Some sadistic lunatic. No one seems to know much about them. Even our own soldiers are scared. There's talk that the hit list is extensive, if you catch my drift, and, uh..." He stumbled over his words, something that never sat well with me. "Just say it." "You're on that lis
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 42: Maybe Nothing
He appeared visibly unsettled, his face turning a shade of red that betrayed his nerves. "A couple of months ago, Dante contacted me. He presented me with a deal that seemed too good to pass up," he confessed, his voice laced with unease. I couldn't help but wonder why a powerful figure like Dante Massimo would bother with someone as insignificant as Louis. It seemed there was more to this story than met the eye. I took a step closer, urging him to continue. "He claimed that I could take control of the Racini business because your father was marked for elimination. According to him, your father had caused too much trouble and needed to be dealt with. He believed I was the right person for the job," he explained, his bitter laugh a mix of resignation and bitterness. My fist instinctively clenched, anger surging through me. "You expect me to believe this? That Dante orchestrated all of this, and you willingly went along with it?" I questioned, my voice dripping with skepticism. "I sw
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