Semua Bab Dark Possession: A Mafia Romance : Bab 31 - Bab 37

BELLA My eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the sound of his request. “Can you say that again, I think I misheard you.”He leaned back into his chair, giving me a pointed look. “Be mine for a year and I’ll let you go afterwards.” He repeated casually like he didn’t drop the biggest bomb on me.“You already bought me, you’ve made it clear at every meeting how I belong to you, what difference is this supposed to make?” I heavily at him, feeling a burning sensation course through me.The nerve of this man. You render my ass with welts, fuck me in front of a dying man, make death threats at me every chance you get, lock me in a dungeon for almost a month, and sit there in a pressed suit and casually ask me to yours. I’d be damned if I took him up on his sick offer. If he was looking for some desperate Diana to play with, he had a surprise coming for him.I wasn’t foolish and I was familiar with his game. He promised to set me free to get me to soften up to him and when he’s done

DANTE I went from making one bad decision in a decade to making a hundred reckless, horrible, and ill-thought decisions in the space of seven months and it all started with the appearance of Isabella Blanchett.Her comment about being eight when she was abducted had me going through her files and searching for clues. What to do with the clues, I had no idea.Every time I had picked up the file in the past had always been to see how Charlotte raised her and maybe get a few insights as to why she was so fearless.Today, I was currently putting off preparing for my meeting with Enzo in favor of digging down an Isabella-sized hole. Alright, that didn’t come out as I expected, still, I was digging and if ended up in any of her holes I certainly wouldn’t mind.According to the file, she grew up in a village in France and was abducted when she snuck out of her house at night.I rolled my eyes at the statement, of course, she was caught sneaking out. Good to know her knack for running away

BELLA“Where are the clothes?” I asked, skimming through the clothes on the aisle and finding outfits far worse than I was currently putting on.This was the third aisle I was on and the second store we were checking out and it was the same thing. Just different styles and colors.“They’re on the racks.” She said, still wearing the same look she’s been wearing since we left the house.“These are basically lingerie and barely qualify to be called outfits.” I pointed out, holding a sheer body-fitting dress I pulled off the rack.She gave me a once-over as if to say ‘You’re currently wearing one of those.’ Before proceeding to act confused. “Oh, my mistake, I thought a place like this would be better suited for you.” This bitch. She’s had a permanent scowl sewn to her face from the moment we left the house and has not failed to find new ways to call me a slut.A positive side effect of being raised the way I’d been raised was an unshakable confidence. And while I couldn’t care less abo