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The Mafia's Willing Prey ONE-HUNDRED AND FORTY-TWO
ONE-HUNDRED AND FORTY-TWO“Let's play a game, mia cara.”She licked her lips still tasting his cum on them. “What kind of game?” she breathed shamelessly, more than eager to find out what crazy idea he had cooked up.He gripped her jaw, holding her firmly in place. “It's called Hide and Seek.”She swallowed, those words sending pools of heat straight to her core. “Hide and Seek?”“Yes. Rules are simple. Hide and not get caught.”“Hide? Outside this room?” she asked, overly needy.He nodded. “There's no one in here but the two of us. Not a single soul is in the manor as we speak.”“Where are they? Your men?”“Sent them all out. Some are in the other buildings, and the rest are in the whorehouse, if that's what you would like me to call it.”She lowered her eyes, a little blush creeping up her cheeks as soon as she remembered the day he took her there and what exactly went down there.“And if…if I get caught?” she asked, stuttering while trying to maintain calmness like her body wasn't
The Mafia's Willing Prey ONE-HUNDRED AND FORTY-ONE
ONE-HUNDRED AND FORTY-ONE“I’ld rather fuck you instead.”A whimper crawled up her throat, but Alessandro caught it, taking the last step between them, slamming his lips onto hers.The kiss was demanding, invasive, like he was trying to prove something with just a kiss—staking a claim on her. It turned slower, his tongue lashing with hers—tasting, nibbling on her lower lip and arching his head in different angles just to get a better taste of her.He was already hard. Although, she only saw a glance, but she could feel his length pressing into her. Almost like he wanted her to feel just how hungry he was for her.She pressed her breasts into his chest, needing him to take all he wanted—how he wanted. Releasing her hands from his hair, she trailed a slow sensual path from his face down to his chest, passing through his abdomen and lowering her hand onto his cock—squeezing and letting the pre-cum fill her palm, earning her a low growl from Alessandro.“Tell me what you want.” His eyes w
The Mafia's Willing Prey ONE-HUNDRED AND FORTY
ONE-HUNDRED AND FORTYAlessandro turned towards her, ice filling his lungs as he gripped his gun tighter, his heart racing, his heart hoping she wasn't the one who just got shot.His look changed into one of surprise when he saw Isabelle holding a gun with trembling hands, pointing them directly at the Russian soldier that had just stopped them. And the soldier?He was down…dropped dead with a bullet in his forehead.As if realizing what she had just done, she threw the gun to the ground, stepping backwards a bit.“Where did you get that?” Alessandro asked, his face painted with pride.Isabelle bit the inside of her left cheek before answering. “I stole it from Alexei.” Her gaze trailed from Alessandro and back to the dead man. “He tried to shoot at you. I didn't really have a choice.”Alessandro stepped closer, closing the gap between them, “That is actually the first time you're pulling a trigger right. You’re changing, mia cara, and I love it so goddamn much.”She blushed, looking
The Mafia's Willing Prey ONE-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-NINE
ONE-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-NINEI'm not dying Marco,” Alessandro whispered into the pod.“Well you better not. If not, I'll have no other choice but to marry your wife and take her as my own.”“What the hell? Neither you nor anyone else will be marrying my wife after I'm gone,” he paused for a second. “What the hell am I saying? Nobody is dying…not yet. So shut the fuck up and do what you're supposed to do.”“One word about her and you're already railing like a madman. She's really got you hooked,” Marco muttered.Alessandro ignored him. “I need to get to the security room. Where is it?”“First door on your right. Isabelle is in the tenth room on your right too.”“Heard that the first time.”“Just making sure.”Immediately, he kicked door the open.So much for being quiet, Alessandro.His eyes met with the moderate sized fortified security room. The men inside were on high alert watching the monitors that displayed every inch of the estate. They had headphones on, so it was impossible to
The Mafia's Willing Prey ONE-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-EIGHT
ONE-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-EIGHTA hand gripped his arm. “We’ll get her back.” Sergei stepped in front of him, his voice holding some sort of conviction. “Alessandro, we will get her back.” Alessandro nodded, too angry to respond.“Nicholas?” Alessandro asked, his thoughts here and there. “He's been admitted in the private hospital. The bullet went in too deep. It wasn't something that a minor stitch could fix,” Sergei revealed, a noticeable underlying pain remained in his voice tone. “She's not moving,” Alessandro announced, looking at the bright red blinking dot on his phone.“She has a tracker on her?” “Yes. Back of her neck.”Sergei nodded. “That's a good thing. We won't find it difficult locating where exactly she is.” He looked at Alessandro more intently now, “What do you mean she's not moving?”“She’s not. The tracker isn't moving. It seems like that motherfucker had my wife all tied up,” Alessandro disclosed, clearly seething with rage.“We'll find her, boss,” Sergei repeated
The Mafia's Willing Prey ONE-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SEVEN
ONE-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SEVENA single beep at first, then another followed.Alessandro stared down at his phone wondering what the persistent messaging was for.Except it wasn't just a text as expected. It was an alert. A red notification blinking on the screen, one that he had set to be well informed on the location of every vehicle he owned. None of his men knew about the trackers in each vehicle and to him, it was better that way because it was truly difficult to trust everybody.Dread filled his stomach the moment he slid across the screen and went straight to the app. The notifications dropped like persistent beeps.Tyres detached.Driver's door smashed.Windshield smashed.Windows smashed.“What the fuck?” he cursed out, tapping the screen to check which of his cars were missing.Two blown up.Two smashed into.One upside down.Jesus Christ.Did someone just blow up his fucking cars?Fury clawed at his chest while he dialed Marco’s number.It rang.And rings.And rings.Then Mar
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