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SEVENTY-FOUR

Author: Betty__Kris
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-26 05:15:21

SEVENTY-FOUR

The party was this evening and she was taking her time to get ready. As usual, she had not seen Alessandro since the confession he made to her the other day. There was no sugarcoating—her husband hated her.

He had likened her to a whore and she had called him a monster. She didn't regret it—couldn't regret it because that was exactly what he was. It didn't matter that he recommended her to the art gallery that she has been dying to work with…he was still a monster. She frowned when she remembered her meeting with the gallery had been postponed because Alessandro didn't want anything coming in between his party and her presence.

He didn't need her anyway.

So what was his problem?

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she decided it was time to let things be how they were. The man was never going to love her so there wasn't need to drag it. She would go to this party, ignore him and make the best out of the night and that was it.

Enough thoughts about him.

“Hey princess,
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  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   ONE-HUNDRED AND FORTY-THREE

    ONE-HUNDRED AND FORTY-THREEShe ran as fast as her legs could. But where to?That was one question she didn't know the answer to. She only knew one thing— she would be fine with where ever her legs led her into.She paused, standing in the middle of the hallway—her thoughts roaming. Without further ado, she slowly let the night robe slide down her body and onto the floor.His first lead.Then, she walked into the room opposite her, shutting the door. She leaned against the door, her chest rose and fell with every breath she took. The surge of adrenaline filling her entire being.Slowly, she reached out for her hair, pushing it all onto one shoulder. The temptation of striping down to nothing ticked in her head like a timed bomb. Closing her eyes, she imagined Alessandro was here… in this room with her—naked in his magnificent form. She bit back a moan that tried to escape from her lips. Instinctively, she trailed a finger from her face just the way he would do it.“Only him,” she murm

  • 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

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