Escaping The Mafia Devil のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

“I said she’s not going anywhere!” I scowled, standing between Clara and the large man with my arms stretched apart. “Gwen, you shouldn’t.” Clara trembled behind me, tugging my shirt, but I looked straight into the man’s eyes, or rather eye, since the left was completely closed with a large scar. He and his friends couldn’t just stomp into my home and force my best friend to follow them no matter how menacing they looked. “Move, runt.” He scowled and grabbed my wrist, wanting to drag me away, but I brought his hand to my mouth and bit it. “F*ck,” he cursed as he let go of me. “You’re going to regret that bi—” “Marco!” A rich, deep, baritone voice boomed through the room, pursing Marco’s punch and all eyes turned to the man sitting on the couch with a cigar in his hand. He hadn’t mentioned a word since he entered my small living room but his suffocating, commanding presence told me he was in control while the others were minions. Even as I tried to protect my best frie

"Do you want me to believe you are him?" I scoffed, quickly recovering from my shock. "There’s no way someone as innocent as Clara would be involved in such a violent world."“People aren’t always what they seem, feisty Vixen. Your little friend hid a whole lot of dirty secrets.” Lorenzo stalked towards me. My legs moved back on their own accord until I was trapped between his body and the wall.“Do you know why people call me the devil? It’s because I leave up to that name,” he grinned and tightened his hand around my neck, making my pulse race. “I've shed a lot of blood, and killing someone as insignificant as you… It means nothing."“Then why haven’t you?” I dared to ask. I shouldn't test his patience, but the thrill of danger was so…Tempting.I was officially loco. For Pete sake, he was ten years older than me, my best friend’s uncle, and was choking me. Yet, heat burned between my legs.“You fascinate me. It would be a shame to end someone as amusing as you too soon.” His lips a

"Running home so soon? What about your whole speech about dying for your best friend?" Lorenzo smirked, leaning against his car, and I rolled my eyes."I'm not running home; Clara is going with me. We just want to pick up the important things from our house, like our clothes and stuff, and don't blame us; you didn't give us the chance to do so when you kidnapped us yesterday." I said."Like I would let you walk around my house in those rags you own and ruin my reputation." He scoffed, pulling out a black card from his pocket and holding it to Clara. "Get yourselves anything you want.""We don't want your money." Clara argued. "Our old clothes—""Are you trying to insult our family name, Clara? You're a Raimondo, and you'll dress like one." He glared at her, and she flinched."Yes, sir," she whispered and took the card from him, but I quickly snatched it."One, don't be rude to her. And two, if you're not going to let us take our things, then we aren't going to use the card." I said an

"What punishment? We didn't discuss anything about punishment?" I frowned, furrowing my brows."We didn't? I could have sworn I told you that every time your plan failed, I'll punish you." Lorenzo teased as he played with my hair."Oh, hell no!" I snapped, slapping his hand away and pressing my back against the door. "That wasn't part of the deal!""Well, we never said it wasn't, so it isn't completely out of the question. And did you think I would just welcome you back to my home with open arms after your failed attempts to escape?""Yes! I thought so because you didn't mention anything about a punishment. What am I saying? I never even planned to fail in the first place." I threw my hands in the air."You see, it's really your fault. You were so confident in your ability and blinded by the thought of money that you didn't ask for the complete details of our agreement.""You're such a slippery, slimy snake. You're twisting everything to your favour. I feel like smacking you in the fac

"What is this?" I asked, stepping out of the changing room and holding up a sexy maid costume. Was it even a costume or lingerie? I should have known he was plotting something when he whispered to the salesperson when he thought I wasn't looking."A maid costume," Lorenzo answered nonchalantly, but he couldn't hide the amused glint in his eyes."I know it's a maid costume, but why was it in my stacks of clothes when I didn't pick it?""Am I supposed to know?" He raised a brow, and the corner of his lips curled to a mischievous smirk. "But I'm sure it will look... lovely on you."Electricity tingled in me at his eyes ran up and down my body, appreciating every curve till they stared back into mine. I bit my lips, heat travelling to my core as the seductive glint in his gaze."Get your mind out of the gutter. There's no way I'm wearing this in front of you." I scolded, ignoring my desire."You seem so sure that that's what I'm thinking. Maybe it's because you were thinking the same thi