All Chapters of MY LITTLE DOVE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

DOVEI felt a cold splash of water on my face. I suddenly jolted from my unconsciousness as I squeezed my face, my forehead forming wrinkles as I tried to make sense of what was happening. I started hearing faint muttering of people from a distance.I tried to rub my palms on my face, but my hands got stuck. That was when I knew something was wrong.I pulled the other hand. Still the same thing.Tried to move my body but got stuck. I felt my hands and legs tied.My stomach turns. My pulse hammered against my ribs instantly.What in the world is happening?I try to scream, even before opening my eyes.But a warm large palm covers my mouth."Sih...." The voice muttered before slowly releasing his hands.I furrowed my eyebrows, in confusion. Then opened my eyes slowly. I blinked once, twice. Just confirming I was in unfamiliar territory. My heart skipped. The realization of what was happening hit me hard and fast.Dad was tied to the chair in my apartment by some strange men probably

RICCO Standing in front of me my beautiful gouges olive skinned dove, her oval-shaped face housing her sweet-looking dimpled cheeks with just a towel, her long hair still wet. Her curves just wow. This is wrong in every way, her beauty is wrong. She needs to be studied in every institution, every inch of her body needs to be studied. I don't care if anyone has any other opinion about it. But it's not only her beauty that intrudes on me, it's her fire, her resistance even after being clearly scared of me she still continues to be stubborn, something none of my men can try. It's been a while since I saw a lady with such a spark of fight in them, maybe I can take that fire and channel it to my advantage. Even in towels, she looks stunning, just imagine what she would look like without it. I look at her and am lost for words. I have seen a lot of beautiful ladies this is not my first time but I haven't met a beautiful dove before. This is pure genius creation from God. Th

DoveMy knees pulled to my torso as I curled myself into a ball on the cold marble floor of the wine cellar.Ricco's coat wrapped around my shoulders like a shield, my towel a bit damp from sweat. The air here is thick and suffocating as I gasp for air."This way, watch out." I heard a faint familiar voice outside. One of the maids, God knows who she was talking to and what the heck is she doing outside.I pressed my back against the wall, cold but I didn't care as I tried to process everything happening to me all at once."Why me God?" I whisper to myself curling tighter into myself as I set my hands together in a praying pose. "Just let it be over, would you?" as I looked up like I was waiting for some answer from above.I squeezed the coat tighter like my live depends on it. The coat smelt just like him, masculine, dangerous and surprisingly comforting.His last words, just before the invasion. "You are mine. I meant what I said, I want every inch of you." echoing in my head, ca

Dove"You belong to Don Carlos now," the taller man growled in my ear like it was nothing, associating me with another dangerous and ruthless mafia lord.I stopped struggling, my eyes widened, his words settling in.My brain couldn’t process the words. I stared ahead nonchalantly like I didn’t hear him correctly. Maybe I wanted it to be a hallucination.“What?” I whispered softly.He smirked, but without humor. “He owns you, sweetheart, and he needs you. Right away.”No, this cannot be happening again. The images flashed in my head the night Ricco took me. Why do I always attract the most dangerous people in the city? God save me from mafia lords. I pray in a whisper to myself.“No,” I said louder, jerking away from him. “You’re out of your fucking mind.”“You think I’m out of my mind?” he lashed back at me, his face hardening.“I think you’ve got the wrong girl,” I say, my voice calmer this time, but my rage is still swirling in.The man holding me rolled his eyes, but the calmer on