บททั้งหมดของ The Forbidden Princess and her Mafia Men: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

~Later that Day~Today has been long. After meeting with local suppliers to discuss upcoming shipments I discovered there was a mole with their group. The person in custody was trying to give out information to the Greek Mafia family. Amused, I watched the scene unfold as the leader of my supplier, Declan, ordered his men to take the mole to one of their hangouts. Well this should be fun, let’s see him try now… with no eyes or head I don’t think he’ll be leaking any information anytime soon.Now here I was sitting in the back seat of one of our bulletproof SUVs, as it pulled up to one of Grant’s businesses. Our main business if you will, the Romano Empire. No sooner do we arrive does Grant come out with Marco on his tail as he rushes to enter the vehicle, sitting next to me just as the door closes.“Hey” he says. His face is devoid of sleep as his once bright green eyes are a bit duller than usual. His raven black hair tousled and a small 5 o’clock shadow playing on his once crisped ch

“Watch your tone Bambina (Baby)” Lucus snaps, emphasizing the word baby like it was a challenge. Stepping aside, he all but moves to place a hand along the small of my back before leading me away from Angel and Caleb, their gaze filled with concern as I’m led back towards his booth and to where the others sat waiting.“This Sweetheart is Tony Cecilio Marino,” he says, pointing to a man sitting towards the right of the booth, built in the same god-like manner. His dirty blonde hair almost ash, was currently tied up into a messy man bun that made him even more refined. The same blue-gray eyes also adorned his face. His attire consisting of a black button down shirt with the top two buttons open and no tie. A megawatt smile dancing with mirth. His face was also clean shaven and dressed to impress. Colorful tattoos covering his hands as he lifts his glass towards his lips, the glass full of amber liquid as he gestures it towards me.Do all these men fucking work out? God, if my panties we

Darkness. Pure sweet darkness is the first thing I see when I slowly take in my surrounding area.My body feeling like I haven’t moved it within days and my eyes heavy. Feeling as if I’ve drunk a whole bottle of Gin and I’m completely hungover. A throbbing that can only be felt from deep inside my head. Unable to handle the pain or the pressure do I attempt to move my hands only to be stopped by the sound of metal and a pressure along my wrists. What the? Pulling again I realize there’s no slack to them. Fuck, Cuffs.Taking a few deep breaths I try to open my eyes again, hoping to at least see where I was. My eyes still heavy as darkness tries to consume me yet again. Ignoring the need to sleep I try to focus on my other senses.Attempting to wiggle, I try to gage my position knowing I’m atleast laying down. Maybe on a bed? Wiggling again, I try to feel for my joints, my muscles feeling like I hadn’t moved in a couple of days. “Ugh,” I moan. Trying the ankles first I’m greeted by the

Mmm, I moan suddenly feeling warm, a warm calming sensation against my cheek as if trying to wake me from my slumber. Sighing I move to lean towards the touch, another soft moan rising as I attempt to cuddle closer.Only then, can a light chuckle can be heard, causing me to snap open my eyes as I move to blink them, now fully awake only to register a face. A face perfectly sculpted with a demonic soul of none other than Grant, Grant Alexander Gray Romano. Accessing his features I can’t help but notice that he’s wearing a blue long sleeve dress shirt, the top two buttons undone. Navy blue dress pants set to match his shirt as he lays down next to me, leaning against his hand as he props his head slightly.“Good morning Principessa (Princess). Sleep well?”At the tone of his voice do I blink. Blinking again, I soon realize I’ve yet to speak, my breath hitching as tears begin to rise as my heart begins to race.“Shh, It’s okay. It’s okay Principessa (Princess)” coos Grant as he gently cu

As I continued walking down the long and narrow hallway, I can't help but feel Grant as his grip on me tightens, his eyes turning to me every few seconds as if I was about to run away or plan my escape. Which was partially true, except he didn't need to know that.Gazing at my surroundings I can’t help but notice lots of wooden doors each embedded into the stark white walls. Black tiles glistening against the soft glowing lights that lined the hallways. Beautiful pieces of artwork adorning the walls, leaving me awestruck all while occupying my mind, leaving no room for anything else.Yet, after many twists and turns and several corridors later, we eventually reach the grand staircase, one that split off on both sides of a massive foyer, highlighted by the most beautiful chandelier ever. A chandelier in which was constructed of three tiers, each tier cascading down like a beautiful waterfall made of crystal in which sparkled when the light hit.This ain't no home. It’s a freaking mansi