MAFIA RUTHLESS:BOOK ONE **************** The devil's captive became his heart's keeper. **************** Revenge! The only thing the strong ,powerful and ruthless mafia don Alessandro Moretti has harboured for years. When he discovers the identity of his mother's killer,he doesn't go after the man alone. He wants everything belonging to Giovanni Conti burnt to the ground,including his most valuable possession-his daughter. Auctioned off by her uncle to the highest bidder,Isabelle Conti's fate is sealed. Not until masked gunmen crash her wedding,and she wakes up in the don's den. She becomes his captive. His obsession...His willing prey. His weapon of vengeance. Isabelle Conti turns out to be different from the others,this time around she doesn't want his affection...she needs his downfall. And when she finally has him where she wants him and she's torn between her feelings and surrendering to the ruthless don. One question threatens to destroy everything, Have you ever loved me?
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“He’s dead,Isa,” Nina, her chambermaid said softly,and reached out to pull Isabelle close to her,her arms warm and comforting against the sudden chills that racked Isabelle’s body. “Your papá is dead.” The door opened as soon as Nina dropped the news. An older chambermaid who wasn't close to Isabelle walked in with a dress on her hands.Walking towards the bed,she lay the dress there. “Get dressed! You have visitors.Your uncle Don Francesco will not like to be kept waiting. You must hurry up,” she stated,unbothered by the position she had met them. Isabelle sat on the floor,mute and frozen at the spot.She needed time to process the news. Her papá was dead? No it couldn't be. She felt a hand grab her as she was pulled up from the floor. “Didn't you hear what I just said? Get dressed!” she repeated,this time around with more aggression. Isabelle wasn't sure what was happening.She just knew one thing…her uncle had taken over. The door closed after Nina and in the room she remained with Giulia. She let the dress she wore fall to her feet as she picked up the dress,laying on the bed for her. Something was happening,but she didn't know what. Looking at the mirror,she clutched at the sides of the dress.She felt empty…dead. Her nipples were visible for anyone to see through the thin silk fabric. Her curves—her body was there for anyone to see. The dress couldn't hide her pain neither could it hide her naked body. “Stop it! You will ruin the dress.I'm sure you don't want your uncle getting angry,” Giulia said, grabbing her hand again. “Let’s go.They're waiting.” They made their way through the hallway with Giulia holding her hand firmly.She didn't want to take chances.And right now,Isabelle felt she was right to do so, because right now she wanted nothing more than to run away. The sound of men’s laughter and wine glasses clicking against each other greeted her as they neared the biggest room in the house. How many men were there? She got her reply as she walked into the room to meet the lustful gazes of men eating her up—all the way down.She felt like they were undressing her with their eyes and she got extremely uncomfortable. She needed to get out of here. The guards weren't hiding that they were ogling her. “Ahh! There she is,my beautiful niece,” she heard her uncle say as he pointed towards her.A surge of defiance riled up within her.Her father was dead and he was drinking? She turned quickly and headed towards the door, pushing Giulia away from her. “Get her! Do not let her escape,” Don Francesco ordered,standing immediately on his feet. Isabelle ran as fast as she could,with guards running after her.She got close to a ceramic long vase,making sure to let it crash on the floor to slow them down on their chase. And just as she had gotten to the exit,the sound of a gunshot stopped her on her tracks. “Isabelle don't make me consider killing you,” her uncle uttered,his voice loud enough for her to hear. The guards held her tightly, dragging her towards the room and onto the podium. Don Francesco walked towards her,giving her a glare and turning his eyes back to the men. “My niece here is so enthusiastic to get married…that I can assure you,” he stated,his face beaming with smiles.He let his hands caress her hair and slowly let it drop to hold her hand.The feeling of disgust increasing by the moment. He gazed at her again lustfully,licking his lips.He urged her to turn around for the men.She knew better than to disobey. “My beautiful niece,Isabelle Conti.She just turned twenty-one.And she's a virgin—you see,” he said,making sure they heard the virgin part. A virgin? Did he have to tell them? “Then she's a sweet one then.I like them untouched,” a man said,his eyes ogling her. “Surely you are not mistaken.Sometimes I wish I can have her myself,” her uncle revealed. Isabelle turned towards him and spat in his face. “I’ld rather die than let you get your filthy hands on me,” she declared defiantly. He uttered no word. Instead,he gestured towards Giulia.She came up to the podium and slapped her hard. “Do not be disrespectful,Isabelle,” Isabelle looked at her angrily unable to let the words in her throat out. “Alright.Shall we begin?” the auctioneer asked. Don Francesco raised his hand in the air in agreement. Isabelle brought her eyes down,she couldn't stand the hungry gazes on her.She was yet to understand what was going on.The number of men in the room brought chills all over her.They looked ready to have their way with her in turns. She clutched her dress tightly again,but stopped when she realized her nipples were becoming more visible. “Five hundred dollars,” a man yelled out from the crowd. She looked up immediately,and only then did it occur to her that she was being auctioned…sold off. “One thousand dollars,” another yelled,in a bid to outbid his counterpart. “Four thousand dollars” “Ten thousand dollars” “Twenty” “Thirty” Isabelle shut her ears to keep out the shame with tears sliding down her cheeks.She was going to end up with one of these men.Men that were twice older than her father.Disgust ripped through her. “Thirty? Did I hear fifty?” the auctioneer urged.The haggling continued. Not until,a voice said— “One hundred thousand dollars!” Silence ensued throughout the room.The men were whispering now.It seemed as though no one could outbid that amount. Most of the men turned to trace who the voice belonged to. Isabelle couldn't help but look up to see who she now belonged to. Her eyes stopped to examine the man who had just bought her for a hundred thousand dollars.He was just as she had expected,twice as old as her father.The aura around him was unmistakable. “It’s Don Domenico Lombardi,” one whispered. “You dare not bid again,” another muttered. “Going? Going?” the auctioneer asked looking around to know if there was going to be an out bid.Noticing there wasn't going to be any,he yelled out— “Sold!” And the gavel echoed loud across the room. ********* DISCLAIMER Dearest readers,if you're reading this book and you're expecting an all sweet romance…then I’m sorry but you wouldn't be getting that. It's about to be a wild ride with Alessandro and Isabelle,and if you don't grip your chairs tightly,you might end up falling off the ride. The male lead will do things that will annoy you and mess your head up. Do make sure you can handle it before you go any further. Remember it's a dark romance. You've been warned! ******* CONTENT WARNING This book is intended for mature readers and contains scenes of graphic violence as well as those of a sexual nature. Triggers include physical violence,sexual violence,emotional abuse,self harm and is strongly rated 18+. ********* DEDICATION To all the females in love with the fictional men in dark romance...remember to run when they are real. ******* AUTHOR’S NOTE I hope you enjoy reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please do leave your comments and reviews. Alright. Tighten your seatbelts because it's about to be a wild ride. Xoxo, Betty Kris.THIRTY-SEVENIt took Isabelle, minutes of silence to run through the many scenarios in her head. She thought of every exit in the house,including the ones she didn't know about and they were permanently manned by armed guards both inside and out. The grounds were patrolled twenty-four hours a day and the walls were way to high to scale. And the main gate was like a fortress.Except that one wall…But Alessandro had raised it too. There was only one way out and even though it seemed dangerous and impossible, did she really have a choice? She had to trust this woman if she wanted to get out of her. She couldn't trust Alessandro anymore.She wasn't sure she could sleep without getting terrified. Isabelle wanted to ask alot of questions but there was no one to give her answers.Mabel was the only way out—her saviour. She was going to trust her and that was her decision.“Can you really get me out of here? How would you do that anyway?” Isabelle questioned. It was hard to trust someone she
THIRTY-SIX“Wait!…Please. I’m interested. But like who did? Who are you talking about?” Isabelle heard herself ask.“Ava…her name is Ava,” she responded. If maybe she could tell Isabelle the truth that no one had told her then just maybe she could trust her.A lot roamed through her mind at the possible suggestions at who this Ava could be. “Who is she? Why are you being hesistant? I thought you needed my trust.” “I do need your trust,” Mabel muttered, looking back to ensure no one had joined them. “But we've been warned never to speak of it again. Nevertheless, I'll tell you if you promise not to tell the Don who revealed it to you. He'll surely kill me if he finds out.”Now,Isabelle was getting scared at this revelation. She hadn't even told her yet but her heart raced continually. It was hard to get it to slow down when this woman was being so hesistant to say everything at once. But now she mentioned Alessandro’s threat, she now understand what the reluctance was about. And this
THIRTY-FIVEStupid!Stupid!Stupid!Her thoughts mocked her as she sat on the desk—alone in the room. Her mere presence in the room a reminder of how bad her decision had gotten. She told herself that she wouldn't, but she always ended up doing the contrary.Stupid,Isabelle.Gathering her dignity and helping herself off the desk,she left the room. Standing in the hallway,with men situated at each corner,she stood, indecisive on whether she should make her way back to their room or stand there.Slowly,she dragged herself off the spot and walked towards the direction leading to the room. “Mrs Moretti, You shouldn't… You are not allowed in there,” she heard a voice halt her in her steps. A voice she knew too well. It was Marco’s. Although her heart fluttered a bit when he didn’t refer to her as Isabelle. She knew a little bit from what Nina had told her that it was never a good idea to introduce your lover to your men. Such a woman would hardly earn their respect.“It’s always better w
THIRTY-FOUR••*••DISCLAIMER: This chapter contains sexual content, readers are advised to proceed with caution.••**••“God. Isabelle.You’re doing so good. So. Fucking. Good.” His abs tightened as he gritted out the words. He was almost close to filling her throat with his cum.Needing more, he increased his pace. Throat fucking her…Her mouth was warm,sweet…soft, just exactly how he liked it. She murmured something that he couldn't hear, his own arousal taking control of his senses. The sound from her lips vibrating through every nerve ending in his cock causing his balls to tighten even more. She tapped his thigh softly, indicating that he was going too fast for her, and he eased up a bit. But only for a few seconds. He had forgotten she was new to this,likening her to one of his whores,he increased his pace again. He drove his cock against the back of her throat,her breathing unsteady as she struggled to accept every inch of him. He was dominating her now…indirectly telling her
THIRTY-THREE“Crawl to me,Isabelle,” she heard him say meanwhile her entire being screamed at her to decline.She hesitated, opening her mouth to murmur her refusal. He noticed and halted her before she could speak,“Jesus, for once just do what you're told and get those legs walking!” Alessandro barked out. “I wouldn't want to hurt you,” he added, his tone low this time around making it sound like a threat.She flinched at the harsh edge of his words. His words resounded in her ears, compelling her to take steps forward. She stood,in front of him,unsure of what to do next.“Go down on your knees,” he ordered, tapping the cigarette on the tray before dropping it in. Isabelle’s body trembled just at the mere thought,if what she was thinking was what he wanted to do.“Why?”His eyebrows furrowed blending with his facial features into a frown. “I hate repeating myself.” She sulked a bit then she gave into his demands and slowly went down to her knees. Alessandro grinned, relishing in the
THIRTY-TWOThe knife grazed his arm a bit,at least not too much to cause an injury. Alessandro didn't wince nor show any form of pain, rather he looked amused. His eyes darkened immediately after seconds and she knew she had pissed him off.She stared at her empty hands and back at him, realizing that she had no weapon for defense. He picked the knife up from where it lay and walked towards her.She could feel her heartbeat thump desperately against her chest. She did tell him to kill her earlier so why was she scared?The distance between them was still wide enough although Alessandro had taken a few steps closer. As he walked towards her,she took steps backwards…not until she found herself against the desk.She couldn't speak. It seemed as though her vocal cords had taken a leave of their own. Alessandro stopped right in front of her. He handed her the knife. Isabelle was clearly confused. She couldn't understand what was going on in that dark mind of his. Nevertheless, she took it
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