Todos los capítulos de Claimed By The Mafia King : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

[ Arielle ]The room shrank two sizes when the tall man, whom I had supported on my shoulder entered in my apartment. My paintings were laying in every corner, covered in dust. I hardly come here since my father found out about my passion for painting and art. He thinks it’s useless since I have to make a good, obedient wife in future.He groaned a little when I helped him to sit on the sofa and went to bring first-aid kit. Born and raised into a mafia family, treating a bullet wound wasn’t new to me. I had treated my brothers before. When I came back into the living room, the man laid back on the sofa.I knelt down and carefully removed his shirt to see the severity of the wound. It looked really bad. I took the tweezers and sterilized it before removing the bullet and the man winced. He looked in pain yet he tried to remain strong and unbothered.“You should see a doctor soon or it will get infected.” I said to him but he didn’t respond.I quickly bandaged his wound and gave him pai

[ Arielle ]I groaned as I gained my consciousness. My head felt heavy like I was hit by a hammer. I tried to flutter my eyes and the first thing that came into my view was a sparkling crystal chandelier and soft music. My memories before I passed out began to come back in bits and pieces. My father came to me in the night when I was sleeping. He was furious, burning in rage. He kicked me out of my bed and then asked me to be ready early in the morning. He said nothing. I only remember Alexander arguing with him when father aimed his gun at my elder brother and then I came in between to save him. All I could remember leaving home in his private jet.My eyes widened and I tried to get up but realised I couldn’t move because I was tied on a chair. The room looked like an expensive suite. Fear gripped me. I was locked for sure but when my eyes fell on my appearance in the gigantic mirror, it only worsened mixed with confusion when I saw my dressed changed into a skimpy dress, showing mos

[ Arielle ]This morning, I woke up with the worst headache, I felt like someone had hit me with a iron rod. The plain while walls and a cozy bed beneath me, made me panicked. I was in an unknown place. The events from the day prior began to dance in my mind in bits and pieces. I was sold by my father and almost auctioned by some cruel men when another predator saved me and everything went blank after that. Fear gripped my heart in its clutches and I searched for my phone, I sighed in frustration when I didn’t find it anywhere in the room. I recalled it was snatched from me by the Russians.I padded my way to the door and tried to open it and surprisingly it opened, I thanked the God and peeked out, the house was big, I almost gasped seeing it’s marvellous interior but it was awfully quiet.“Do you want something, Signora?” A deep manly voice made me flinch in fear as I didn’t expect a human presence and I turned to look at the left side of the door. There was a tall man in black suit

[ Vincent ]“I am not going to repeat myself, Vincent.”The man sitting across me said in a whisper like of a viper.I sat calm, unphased by half dozen of American men pointing their guns at me. If someone had seen me like this from my family’s side, they’d be stunned but it was my turn in this game of chess. Right now, he wants to see if he has a leverage on me and I am giving him the disillusive satisfaction.Because it will be me who take the last strike.“My deal is clear, Desmond. I want you to cut your ties with Nikolai if you want to live a few more years and die with respect among your kins. Nikolai is a sinking ship, sooner or later, I am going to destroy him. Russians were never that smart, especially when they made us their enemies number one. Choose wisely, I do not forgive easily, I am giving you a chance because I can see a potential leader in your son.” I said, clearly not liking how I have to repeat myself.He snickered on my proposal, snakes like him don’t let go of t

[ Arielle ]There was a thick tension in the air as I continued to gaze at the expensive Persian carpet. I hadn’t forgotten the vivid pictures of the bloody afternoon. I locked myself in the safe confinement of my room for God knows how long until Marcello came inside. The man was injured yet he was back on his duty. He told me that it was nothing compared to the fatal stab in his guts which pushed him almost in the mouth of death.He told me to come with him, of course after dressing properly. This time, I was brought to another villa in a heavily guarded route with more security.“Your family is here, Principessa.” I heard Vincent’s smooth voice forced me to snap my head up and saw my parents and my brothers.Except for my brother Alexander, I didn’t feel any excitement to see the rest of my family. My mother tried to touch me but I ignored her existence. She never tried to shield me against the endless tortures of my father, rather she chose to stand by his side and saw us being tr