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SIXTY-ONE

Author: Betty__Kris
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-07 06:38:41

SIXTY-ONE

⚜FLASHBACK-HOURS AGO⚜

⚠Violent content⚠

The storm outside that had begun hours ago blended with the unsettling feeling that threatened to overwhelm him completely. Over the years since his mother had been murdered, his only goal was to seek revenge—to haunt down all those who had their hands in his mother's death. Although he had only been a little boy, he knew their faces by heart…he had marked and carved them into his soul that there was no way memories of them could leave even if they wanted it to. And now he had one of those who had joined Giovanni Conti in his successful attempt at killing his mother, right now it was only motive and self control that was stopping him from blowing up his brain into bits.

Alessandro stood beneath the flickering bulb, its dim light casting shadows against the walls, adding to the tensed aura in the room. But he definitely wasn't the one tensed.

His shirt clung to his skin, drenched from both rain and sweat. Blood, of which some of it wa
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  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   SEVENTY-THREE

    SEVENTY-THREE“I want you naked.”Isabelle's eyes widened at the realization of what he had just said. She was well aware of how her mind began conjuring up a meaningful response. “I…I can't do that,” she murmured after seconds of silence between them.“You can and you will,” he affirmed. His tone depicted just how sure he was of the possibility. Whatever space that was left between them was covered in an instant leaving them directly against each other with their eyes glued to one another's. “I just can't, Alessandro. I don't want to,” she whispered. His nearness was doing a lot to her unsettled mind, and dear God she wanted to run away from it all. She noticed how her pulse quickened and without hesitation she started chanting a mantra in her head:I hate him?I should hate him.I hate him!“Give me more reasons to hate you, Alessandro…please. You're my captive and I can't be stuck on Stockholm syndrome,” she pleaded in her head, her eyes still firmly fixed on him.“Then I’ll have

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   SEVENTY-TWO

    SEVENTY-TWOIsabelle threw a few glances his way, noticing his steady stern expression throughout the drive. He didn't spare her any look as soon they got into the car. It seemed like they were back to the no speaking period when things became weird between them. And all these pointed right to one conclusion—it was impossible to understand this man. One minute he was all over her and the next he wasn't.And the embarrassing part was that she was always a willing participant to his needs because she will be damned if she said she didn't enjoy every single bit of them. But what did that have to say about her dignity? It was like every single attempt to avoid his advances always proved futile…leaving her wanting more—needing more. Noticing that his side eye was on her, she looked away quickly gazing through the window. She bit the inside of her cheek when she remembered Cici. How many women had he been with?Was it what he really said it was? Was it really just once?Was this how it wa

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   SEVENTY-ONE

    SEVENTY-ONE“I’m…I’m so sorry…” Cici apologized as she hastily picked up the keys she dropped off from the floor. “I didn't mean to…I heard noises and crashing. I couldn't resist coming in to check what was wrong,” she revealed, her face painted with embarrassment and as she stared into Isabelle’s eyes, there was nothing but anger towards her. “And I couldn't find you anywhere, Alessandro…”“Don Moretti!” He scowled.“What?”“You will fucking address me as Don Moretti and nothing else,” he barked out, and that sent her trembling a bit in fear—and perhaps…surprise.Slowly she bowed her head in respect. “I'm so sorry about that. Duly noted, Don Moretti. I hadn't realized I was supposed to address you formally.”“Well it fucking starts now.”Taken aback, her eyes darted from a naked Isabelle, a torn expensive dress, bra, underwear on the floor and a disheveled Alessandro. It looked like she was holding in, trying to supress the anger she was feeling just seeing them like this. And honest

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   SEVENTY

    SEVENTY“Maybe that's exactly why I chose it.”Their eyes remained locked into each other. It was there. They could feel it. The tension…the hunger…desire surmounting the air like it belonged there.She stared into his eyes and all she could was primal lust—almost animalistic. It excited her in a way she didn't think was possible, and terrified her too. She could have sworn that she heard him growl too. “That turns you on right? The idea of men undressing you with their eyes with you knowing fully well they’re one step away from death.” He took a step closer and she took one backward.Her breathing hitches.This shouldn't be turning her on but it was. It turning her the hell on. “Tell me. You would like it…huh? And when am on the edge I won’t kill him like he would be expecting. I’ll make him watch while I fuck the woman he can never have,” he muttered, his words like a tingle against her skin. “And then I’ll kill him—slowly,” he paused, his eyes raking over her like a hungry caveman

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   SIXTY-NINE

    SIXTY-NINEIsabelle stepped out in a spicy pepper red satin gown, clinging to her like a second skin. The neckline dipped, shoulders bare, with a slit that ran up her thigh that whispered everything dangerous.Alessandro looked up from his phone and stilled. His jaw twitched.“Isabelle,” he muttered faintly, like her name had burned his tongue.She didn't know why but the way he called her name did something to her. “How is it?” “Not enough,” he responded darkly. And the next look he gave her told her that he wanted her in another dress. Isabelle bit her lips as she walked back into the changing room with Cici’s laughter from a joke she cracked echoing across the room. In minutes, she was out again. This time around the dress was full length. The kind of dress for a royal garden wedding. The lace hugged her hips, glittering faintly in the light, but the neckline was high, too modest for a party. She stepped forward towards him, waiting for what he had in mind.“No”“What? That's it?”

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   SIXTY-EIGHT

    SIXTY-EIGHT“Alessandro—”“Get in,” he roared. For a moment she was tempted to tell him that she would rather walk in the pouring rain than get in a car driven by him. But that would be stupid—considering his angry demeanor and the fact that she had a request that she badly wanted him to agree to. She looked back and Sergei’s car was nowhere to be found. Pulling open the passenger door, although cautious of how wet she was, she slid into the seat, slamming the door shut.“Where's Sergei?” she asked.“You drove him away with your wildness.”“I only wanted to play a little,” she sulked.“Play…under the rain? What are you? Five?”She pouted a bit. “It's fun. You should try it out. It's still raining. We can go out now…”“Neither you nor I are getting into that rain. Didn't you think about yourself? You could catch a cold at any moment from now. Do you think I have the words ‘rescue mission’ permanently stamped on my forehead?” he stated grimly.She didn't like the way he sounded. It was

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