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In the kitchen

Savanna Twist
last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 01.09.2023 14:03:12

In the charged aftermath of their passionate kiss, their eyes locked in a wordless exchange, a universe of emotions dancing between them. The barriers that had held their desires at bay seemed to crumble, leaving them standing on the precipice of an unknown, exhilarating journey.

Then, as if driven by an irresistible force, Sarah leaned in once more, her lips finding Aldo's in a searing kiss. It was a declaration of longing, an affirmation of their shared connection that had defied the odds.

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  • kidnapped by my mafia fan   Self-care

    Once Luciano drove Sarah back to the mansion, she went staight to bed, ignoring the feast spread out on the dinner table for her.The room was suffused with an empty stillness that pressed down on her. Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, her silk robe loosely draped over her, as though even the effort of tying it properly was too much. The faint sound of the wind as hit ruffled the leaves outside her window only reminded her how far away Aldo was. It had been days since he left Venice, his first business trip since they’d started dating. She had been proud of herself at first, handling his absence with grace. But now?Now, she missed him so intensely it ached.The cool silk of the robe brushed against her bare legs as she stood, walking aimlessly to the bathroom. Her fingers fumbled with her phone, hovering over his name. She hesitated—she didn’t want to seem needy—but the yearning bubbling inside her was unbearable. Finally, she typed a message:I can’t sleep. Are you up?His reply came

  • kidnapped by my mafia fan   Girl talk

    While Aldo struggled to navigate complex work dynamics, Sarah was back in Venice, living like a pampered wife. Beraldi followed her closely, never letting her out of his line of sight as she strutted from one shop to the next with Julia hooked around her arm.Honestly, Sarah thought it was a waste of time to have Beraldi around. Julia had a fleet of men following them anyway. Some carried her bags, others stood there for protection, and a few more just hung around waiting to be ordered by her. Seeing the affluence that her friend seemed to carry, she couldn't help but feel bad for the poor man who had been following her around in silence all day.By noon on the second day of this shopping spree, she urged him to go back to the mansion. As she expected, he said he was fine and continued to follow her around.On the third day, she asked again. “Are you sure you’re okay? You really should go back home. I’m fine with Julia’s guards.” To her surprise, he actually took the offer. Glancing o

  • kidnapped by my mafia fan   Valentino Syndicate

    The private dining room of one of the city’s finest restaurants was a picture of opulence: gold-trimmed walls, a crystal chandelier overhead, and a table set with the finest china and silverware. The atmosphere was intimate but heavy, the kind of place meant for deals whispered over wine and perfectly seared steaks.Aldo leaned back in his chair, his sharp suit spotless, his expression unreadable. Across from him sat Leonardo Valentino, the head of the Valentino Syndicate, a man in his sixties with a thick head of silver hair and a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Between them, a bottle of red wine sat untouched, though Mr. Valentino had poured himself a generous glass.“Aldo,” Valentino began, swirling the wine in his glass, “it’s been too long. I must say, it’s good to finally have you here in my city, breaking bread with me.”Aldo tilted his head slightly, offering a polite but distant smile. “Your invitation was… intriguing.”Valentino chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that e

  • kidnapped by my mafia fan   Give them a step...

    Noticing Marco’s weird movements from the rearview mirror, aldo sat up a little. He glanced over to the side window, he looked but failed to see what Marco was constantly checking for. “Problem?” Aldo asked, his voice low.“Maybe,” Marco replied, his tone tight but calm. “Hang on.”Marco’s fingers danced over the console, flipping a switch that dimmed their taillights to make their brake signals less noticeable. He tapped a button on his earpiece, activating a private channel to the rest of Aldo’s security team.“This is Marco,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “We’ve got a tail. Black sedan, four cars back. Requesting backup and confirmation on hotel perimeter security.”The reply crackled in his ear almost immediately. “Copy that, Marco. Two vehicles en route to your location. ETA five minutes. Hotel perimeter is secure—no unusual activity reported.”Marco nodded, though his grip on the armrest tightened. Five minutes might as well have been an eternity if these guys dec

  • kidnapped by my mafia fan   the meeting

    From the moment Aldo’s plane touched the ground he had been working nonstop. Now as he sat prominently, surveilling everything around him he had to try hard to curb the anger he was feeling inside. He had left his lover at home for this.The room was thick with smoke, the soft glow of an ornate chandelier casting golden shadows on the polished mahogany table. Around it sat a dozen men, each clad in tailored suits that whispered of power and wealth, but the tension in the air was undeniable. At the head of the table sat Aldo Accardi the man whose name alone sent shivers down spines. His dark eyes swept over the room, calm yet piercing, like a predator waiting to strike."Let's get straight to it," Aldo began, his deep, commanding voice cutting through the silence. "When I first invited you to join my organization, it wasn’t just a business proposal. It was an opportunity to turn everything we’ve worked for into something... enduring. To give your families a legacy that doesn’t depend on

  • kidnapped by my mafia fan   Aldo's weakness

    “Is that what the late-night call was about? You’re leaving?” “You make it sound like I am abandoning you.” “Aren’t you?” “Not at all, silly. I’ll be back on Saturday,” Aldo said as he pulled her onto his lap. “Can I go with you?” “I’m afraid not.” “Why? I’m so bored here. I don’t want to stay here forever! I was traveling around before I met you, and now it feels like I’m being detained.” “This is a work trip. It’s not the kind that one would bring a significant other to. It won’t be fun at all, and you will barely get to see me for the time we are there. Besides, you’re not being detained here. You can go out anytime you want.”Sarah huffed with disappointment. Alas, she couldn’t fight him on this. So silently, she surrendered.Just then, Marco walked into the dining hall. It was already 10 in the morning, and Beraldi was waiting outside to meet Aldo. “Tell him to come in with Lucciano.” “Yes, boss,” Marco replied, bowing respectfully before stepping out to bring in the two

  • kidnapped by my mafia fan   an 'unintentional encounter'

    ‘Act surprised, act surprised, act surprised’ Aldo thought to himself as he walked to the hotel lobby. He had spent hours researching how to create a meet cute ‘unintentionally’. Now that he was marching into the lobby on one of the hotels he owns he suddenly felt nervous, like a teenager meeti

  • kidnapped by my mafia fan   the no nonsense CEO

    Aldo offered Sarah a ride to town. Of course she accepted it, it’s not like she had another means of getting there. There was so much work to be done, she was quite proud of herself for getting this far. Without, you know, breaking down. She tried her best, it was bestie’s wedding after all.

  • kidnapped by my mafia fan   I still am

    “Thanks for bringing me here I have been exhausted these past few days.” “I would expect that, considering, you are planning a wedding that you are also maid of honor at. Justino is so thoughtless for putting you through this.” He said and sipped on his coffee, his expression was different fo

  • kidnapped by my mafia fan   I was your fan.

    He was quick to grab her. Her hands were still glued to her eyes and there was nothing to leverage her fall. Realizing that he may have gone too far with this little joke he explained himself. “You can open your eyes we met at Julia’s party last night.” Her heat calmed almost instantly Julia i

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