Semua Bab Traded To The Mafia [Dark Possessive Mafia Romance]: Bab 11 - Bab 19

Goosebumps pricked her skin as they pulled up to the house. There were four armored cars and dangerous-looking men littering the front entrance. She glanced at Romero but his face was hard as stone. This time, when he grabbed her from the car, his hands circled her forearm so tightly that she thought her bone might snap.“Romero? You’re hurting me.” She searched his gaze questioningly.“This is nothing compared to what will happen to you if you don’t do everything I tell you,” He kept his voice low, hands undoing his belt. In the next second, he was sliding the thick leather around her neck.“What the–”“You will wear this until I remove it.”“I will do no such thing!” She struggled against him but he pinned her with his legs, securing the buckle at the front of her throat.“You will only speak when spoken to, and your answer will be either yes Sir, or no Sir.”Anateya gaped at him, “You can’t be serious.”“Deadly serious.” His eyes flashed. “Your punishment will be swift and severe if

One night turned into three, and eventually, two weeks passed with Romero barely noticing. He lived for his next fight, relishing each time he left his opponent bloody and broken on the mat. The more he fought, the emptier he felt. Quenching his bloodthirstiness did nothing to quell the fire in his veins that burned only for Anateya. How was she?He itched to know. Yes, his guards gave him daily reports on her every move, but that was different. He wanted to see her for himself. Their past encounters were few but beneath the quarreling, he could sense her desire for him. After what happened with Jaxel, her eyes were only full of resentment. If she couldn’t handle being on a leash for five minutes, how would she withstand the rest of what he had in store for her?No matter. He had all the time in the world to teach her what it meant to be his. That was his mantra returning home. After two weeks of endless fighting, he felt more tempered to deal with his Petarda. His house looked fo

He’d never admit it, but he was pleased that she caved and decided to come to him of her own volition. Yes, he forced her hand with what was the biggest bluff of his life, but it got the job done.It got her to stay.It would’ve been unfortunate if she had held out and he ended up doing something out of prideful madness. He regretted that Gage died. They worked well together in the past and Berretta always protected his interests. Still, Romero refused to take the blame for his demise. He made his choice.Romero always followed his instincts, and when he saw Antino Dellator getting too handsy with Anateya, he suspected that something was amiss. It was shortly confirmed by the mini-explosions throughout the cemetery. If he’d been just 3 minutes late, she would have been gone and he’d probably never find her again. Berretta’s people were annoyingly good at staying hidden.Anateya didn’t spare him a single glance when t

“What’s wrong with you?” Romero questioned, dropping a kiss on her neck. “Despite everything, I know you want me. That’s the one thing we could never deny between us. So, why the sudden change?”After hearing her vows, it took every ounce of willpower not to ditch the rest of the ceremony and bring her home where he could have her all to himself for hours on end. “I don’t know, maybe because you forced me to marry you mere days after losing my father?!” She snapped. “What, are you gonna force me to sleep with you too?”His brows furrowed, “This is the second time you’ve mentioned that tonight. You were never worried about that before. Why are you acting like this? Tell me.”He pulled back, studying her features. Her face was flushed, eyes averted. Her chest rose and fell with short erratic breaths and her lips were pressed into a thin line. His petarda looked skittis

Anateya kept her expression blank as Romero’s warm hand settled on the small of her back, guiding her through the lobby of Premise Enterprises. Employees who flitted back and forth gave them a wide berth, whispering behind their hands– no doubt about Gage’s mystery daughter and her powerful new husband.It reminded her of when her papa brought her to an aquarium as a small child. She pointed and gawked at the sea creatures for the better part of an hour, asking a million questions a minute. Looking back, she wondered if they felt as exposed and vulnerable as she did now.This was her legacy, yet it didn’t feel quite like hers. Anateya didn’t know these people, their culture, or their language. A few weeks ago, she was technically a nobody. Now, her face was splashed on the front page of every news outlet.It certainly didn’t help that Romero was trying to take her birthright before she could make sense of it.“After you,” Romero gestured for her to get into the elevator. Bodyguards fi