All Chapters of The Forbidden Princess and her Mafia Men: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“Katherine?” calls Lucinda hoping to get the attention of the girl who stole her heart with a simple hamburger.Scared and a little afraid, Isabella chooses not to move nor address the woman who she had considered to be a second mother to her, afraid she would break down into tears as she moves to look up at Lucus instead. Her voice attempting not to crack as she moves to speak in Italian, “Posso andare a riprendere le mie cose, per favore? (May I please go get my things in back?)”“Si, potresti, piccolo (Yes, you may little one)” answers Lucus before moving to address her two guards, “Seguitela (Follow her).” Nodding Isabella’s two favorite goons move to slowly approach her, “Garth, Hunter, Nice to see you both looking so well” admits Isabella a fake smile now making its way along her tiny little mouth, the guards moving to return the gesture in a genuine manor for weather or not Isabella chose to believe it or not, all the guards had truly missed her during her absence and while non

Nightmares that are always the same, four shadowy figures, four voices, each one more promising than the next as they continue to tell me that I’m theirs and that soon they would claim me. Nightmares that have been plaguing my dreams for as long as I can remember, sobs now racking my body as I instantly peed myself, forced to lay in my own urine as I slowly feel ashamed from my lack of self-control.Slowly caving, I start imagining things, my mind broken as all the fear and doubts begin to surface, my mind slowly playing tricks on me, making me believe that I was finally hearing sounds and whispers to even thinking that someone or something was touching me, my body thrashing at the thought of spiders now crawling all along my skin as I manage to toss the blanket from my body, leaving me now completely bare to endure the coldness of the room as I sniffle, my nose leaking out mucus as it did.Lonely and Scared, I eventually give up on the notion of sleep, fearing that my shadow figures

When finally freeing her, their hearts broke, having seen the state in which her body had suffered they couldn’t help but feel regret, her once healthy glowing skin now a pale color, while eyes that once held so much life now dull and red, dark circles beginning to show from her lack of sleeping while her lips became dry and cracked, her once beautiful cheeks swallow.Each them re-evaluating her body, each of them feeling as if she had lost a couple of pounds due to being isolated within the room, her wrists and ankles now completely raw from her constant tugging while her nipples had caked on blood from the nipple clamps. Not to mention she smelled horrible from urinating on herself while her hair became a tangled mess from not being brushed.Knowing she needed some serious TLC, each of them took it upon themselves to give her the aftercare that she needed, making sure to give her their total undivided attention in the process as they started with a nice hot bath to soothe the skin a

Blinking at being called out by his full name, I can’t help but giggle, not realizing that each of these men had very unique yet sexy names, ones I could easily get used to saying as I continue to watch and listen as my father lays into them, his eyes now moving to that of Tony’s. “And you Tony Cecilio Marino, not a peep from you either. Each of you are just as at fault here as Lucus.”Stunned by my father, I can’t help but giggle feeling happy at having him here as I continue to watch as he moves to rip each of them a new asshole, Lucus’s father just watching as Lucus’s mother slowly made her way over towards me my eyes finally acknowledging her as she moves to pull me into her arms, a warm embrace that I only ever gotten from my parents, one I could instantly feel with Sophia.“Hello sweet child, I am Sophia Rose Lynn D’Amico, but you can call me mom.” smiles the woman I was now told to call mom.“It’s very nice to meet you… mom” I manage to whisper out, the feeling tasting weird a

“You shit tards fucked up, and in a big way too.” SMACK comes the paddle followed but a few more smacks as she continues with her ranting, “What. The. FUCK. Were. EACH. Of. You. THINKING!” Attempting to shield our faces from the paddle, we each let our mother finish with her mini beating, learning to accept any and all kinds of punishments before finally she moved to take her seat back next to father, her face full of rage as she continued to stare at us.“Now’s the time to own up. This is NOT how your father and I raised you. We raised you to be better than this, to be better than your Grandfather, and yet here you are, doing the exact same shit he did back in his day, for not only are you hurting her, you're hurting her soul. You hurt her for pain not pleasure. And while she may have been born into our world, into our ways as a Mafia family, you’re leaving her without a choice, her choices being limited to either staying or taking a fucking bullet for you. And for that, I will NOT