OWNED by MAFIA DON NERO: She's his to destroy 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

~Amara."Make that ass clap, girl!!!"Someone among the dim-lit crowd yelled obscenely, and I assuaged his request with a fake inviting grin, tensing the core of my heels to make the muscles of my ass cheeks clap against each other. Lusty whistles and yells of approval rose as they flung money my way. Some even dared to climb onto the stage to spank my buttocks while pretending to stick some notes into my bikini pants.This was the norm around here, and I'd gotten used to it fairly quickly.What choice do I have?I tried to shut out my thoughts as the bass thundered through the club; sweat trailed down my body under the club's red, blue, and violet strobe lights. I melted into the rhythm of the music's sensual tempo, my hands gripping the chrome pole to lift my legs off the floor and spun.I didn't like my job as a stripper. I had to strip and dance to satisfactorily feed the lustful eyes of every man who cared to stride into the bar. I didn't want to do it but my brother, Luca, was v

~Amara.Two years later.I leaned over the stainless-steel counter of my small but handy kitchen, my hands busy kneading dough to make pancakes in time for the restaurant's evening rush while the redhead twins—my little miracles, my pride—chattered about school. Their laughter was light and pure. It was the most pleasing sound I'd heard for the last two years of my life, and I wouldn't trade it for the world."Mommy! Look what I drew!" Lucia yelled, waving up a sheet of paper with crayons.I smiled, wiping my flour-dusted hands on my apron and surveyed her comic drawing of her, myself, and her brother holding hands. "Those are amazing, baby. Just keep it up, and you'll earn an A from your teacher," I cooed and spotted my son, Luca, making it to the top of the kitchen stool to shoot a mystery make-believe alien with his automatic pistol—from the corner of my eyes."Get down from there, Luca!!" I ordered sharply, and he pouted and sat back down on the stool.Luca and Lucia were Nero's c

~Amara.Nero worshipped Luca and Lucia.My intelligent children immediately knew he had to be their dad because in less than a week they had bonded so much.Luca adored his father. It was almost amusing to watch my formerly boisterous son cuddle up to his father for approval. Lucia turned “daddy’s pet” overnight, and suddenly my own kids decided I wasn’t much fun.I was hurt but even more surprised by the change in the Mafia God. He was a whole new person whenever he visited them in the hospital.“Having second thoughts, are we?”I spun to catch a glimpse of the figure at the doorway.Fiona, Nero’s nana, walked in with a huge parcel. I squinted to discern its content. Fiona was in her late forties and had taken care of Nero as a kid.That made up the comfortable trio Nero permitted himself to get comfortable with.Fiona, Marco—who I’ve only heard about and not seen—and Vita, a woman he saved from a trafficking ring as a young teenager, and she had stuck to his side since.According to

~Amara.Fiancée? Was Vita actually pulling my legs right now? Because why would Nero marry me if he was engaged to another woman?Vita smirked, watching my reaction as her information hit home."Are you shocked?" she cooed. "I figured you'd be. See? This is why you should know your place around here and stick to it, because Nero's mine; he'll always be mine, so don't even try."Before I could even stutter out some sort of retort, another voice cut in sharply.“Vita.”We both turned around to see Marco standing behind us, his black eyes glaring with such fierce intensity at Vita. He was still in his best man suit, though he had taken off his bow tie, and his blond hair was mussed up. His open-collar silk shirt was unbuttoned just enough to reveal a nice slice of white skin and a chain with a cross dangling from his neck—the same make as the one Nero wore.Damn, just how did the somewhat nerdy Marco grow this hot?Marco was moving now, manoeuvring his way around the furniture to stand i

~~~~~NeroI should've pretended to be asleep. She was bare under that flimsy towel she had cloaked around her, I just knew.She was especially vulnerable now, and all it’d take would be for me to hook a finger into the knot she had clasped around her chest to see everything.Without a word, I went into my walk-in closet to find her something to wear. I needed something to do instead of grabbing her waist, pushing her against the wall, and devouring her lips.What was I thinking, letting her sleep beside me tonight? And I had agreed not to fuck her.I, Nero, had agreed not to have my way with a woman simply because she didn’t want to.I was possessed.She followed me into the closet.“Wow,” she exclaimed, her eyes sweeping the entire wardrobe. “This is beautiful.”She made to touch one of my shirts but in doing so, her towel would come undone to the floor, but she was too distracted to even notice.“Don’t even think of letting go of that towel, Amara,” I warned, my words sounding low