All Chapters of mafia's princess little secret: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

How is this logically possible? How did I get here?How did I find myself standing in front of the most successful and intellectual businessman in the whole of New York?He's so handsome, tall, well-built. With that tattoo peeking out of his dress shirt. I just want to walk over to him and seductively pull down the shirt to know what that tattoo is.His teeth are perfect, too perfect, and his eyes?They're staring at me with so much intensity that I have to squeeze my thighs together. His hands are thick and big, not too big that it'll be weird. It makes me wonder what they can do, probably stack papers and sharpen pencils? They're a few scars also peeking from the sleeves.“Why do you keep staring?” A voice questions.I look up and meet his eyes, the intensity of the stare never flattering. It's like he's trying to pull me in.He's asking why I keep staring, but he's doing the same too.I clear my throat. How can someone's voice send vibrations to the depths of your body? His voi

I haven't ran this fast in a long time. The only time I remember running this fiercely was during track practice back in highschool, but the only difference is this time, I'm running for my life."Get her, if she escapes the boss will have our balls. Fuck!" The one who seems to be gaining on me orders the rest members who are falling behind.I make a turn and come in contact with trash cans stacked up, I push them over once I run past them; trying to slow down the thugs. But it does little damage as they only jump past it.They're gaining on me, and fast.I unlock my phone and go to my call logs, searching for the only person I can call right now, suzzy.The phone rings a few times but she doesn't pick up. "Damn you suzzy. Fucking at a time like this, fucking perfect!" "Stop right there!" Like as if I will. So you'll kill me? I make another turn, but as I never get lucky in my life, like absolutely zero luck! I meet a dead end.I halt, my eyes widening in extreme fear. I haven't ev

"I'm not doing it." I seethe."10""My life isn't something you joke with!""6""What? What happened to 9,8 and 7?!!""3" He points the gun at me."2"He cocks the gun."1-"I strip.......He just keeps staring at me.He doesn't drop the gun nor his cigar and his eyes are fixated at my breast.I suddenly feel so insecure and shy. I lift my hands to cover up."Don't" he commands me.This is honestly so ridiculously. Who shoots someone in the middle of the night and then ends up kidnapping a female and tell her to strip. Unbelievable."Can you stop doing that?" I beg."What?" He asks."That thing with your fingers. Why do you keep tapping them on the gun? It's making me nervous."He sighs. "If I don't tap them on this gun, then I'll have to use them for something else. But I won't do anything until you plead for it."I scoff. "In your fucking dreams. You do realize you're a Corny bastard right? Here I was, with the whole world thinking you're some brilliant billionaire who knows how

Alright, here’s 600 words of completely random, chaotic-yet-readable stuff: --- Have you ever thought about how bizarre it is that bananas are technically berries, but strawberries aren’t? Whoever came up with fruit classification was either a genius or someone with too much time on their hands. Imagine sitting in a botanical conference: “Yes, folks, tomatoes are fruits, cucumbers are fruits, but that thing called a strawberry? Nope, not a berry. Carry on.” It feels like nature is playing an inside joke and we’re just pretending to get it. Speaking of inside jokes, pigeons might actually be spies. Think about it—everywhere you go, there’s a pigeon, just casually walking around like it pays rent. They tilt their heads in suspicious ways, as if recording your every move. And let’s not forget the “cooing.” Maybe it’s Morse code. What if pigeons are the original surveillance drones and we’re just too arrogant to notice? The government wouldn’t need satellites if it has pigeons on every

“Hurry up, there's someone you'll have to meet” he gives me a side glance, “he's been waiting for you, Santiago.”“Who?” We take a sharp turn.“Me.” A familiar voice speaks from behind me. I turn around to see who it is.“We meet again, love.” He smiles, showing off his perfect set of teeth.Well, damn. ||•••||“Sebastian?”“From the elevator.” I smile.But my smile instantly fades away the moment I remember the last thing I said to him. Fuck!My face goes red and I clear my throat.He walks towards me, giving me a kiss on my cheek. “It's alright, love, your secret's safe with me.” He whispers into my ear.“How?--” I point between him and Fredrick.“We're cousins.” Fredrick replies coldly, almost as if he regrets having Sebastian as his cousin.“Oh” I say.“He doesn't love me very much” Sebastian whispers. “But I love him either way.”“So you work for the company? Or is it a…“Cover up” we both echo.Fredrick stares at us, irritated and angry. “What's wrong with him now?” I ask Seb