Lahat ng Kabanata ng OWNED by MAFIA DON NERO: She's his to destroy : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

~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