All Chapters of Mafia Ruthless 2: Luciano's Forbidden Desire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

DEAREST GENTLE READERS,Firstly, thank you so much for choosing Luciano’s Forbidden Desire. I need you to know that your choice to embark on this journey with me means so much. And if you're coming from the previous book in the MAFIA RUTHLESS SERIES, which is—THE MAFIA’S WILLING PREY, then I need you to know that you're right on track, because the ride here is just about to become much more intense.Although this is the second book of the MAFIA RUTHLESS SERIES, you don't need to worry as this book is a standalone. You can read this book without really missing out much, because it explores an entirely different plot and couple. But, if you would love to get a grasp on reoccurring characters like Don Alessandro, interconnected mafia wars, then feel free to read the first book in the series before hopping on to this one or you can read this before returning back—please, do what works best for you.♦~•♦~•♦~•♦TRIGGER WARNING♦~•♦~•♦•~♦Lovelies, as the blurb implies, this is a dark roman

Chapter 2 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* Resting my hand against his chest, a feeling of relief washed over me when I discovered he was still breathing. That counts for something, doesn't it? When I made a move to undress him, I started feeling fidgety and nervous all over, and I know why. I've never been this close to a man before. Never ever. I'm twenty-three and still a virgin. And I'm bound to remain one till I take my last breath. So this feeling should be totally normal. Right? “Lord, please help me,” I muttered to myself before reaching out to undress him. Each button I opened revealed a perfectly sculptured chest and I had to force my eyes back to his face. This man was incredibly good looking. That was one fact that I couldn't deny, no matter how many voices in my head screamed that I should. I peeled off his blood-soaked shirt completely and really took my time to look at him. Swallowing, my eyes roamed all over him in fascination. His chest and biceps

Chapter 4 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• Where the fuck am I? Certainly not my fucking bed! My head feels so heavy and it takes everything in me not to yank it off. One moment I'm sending a knife through that fucking priest’s throat and the other moment… I'm crawling into the church. If someone told me I would be anywhere near the altar, I would have called them a fool. Now look who just crawled into the temple… I'm still struggling to remember what happened after that, everything just pops up in my head vaguely, leaving more gaps and questions. Well, for starters, I remember getting shot. Not by the priest by the way. The man was such a weakling that killing him could count as the easiest one I've ever done. So no, he wasn't the one. It was someone else entirely, and before I could draw my attention to whoever it was, they fled like fucking cowards. Which means I was right earlier. I was being followed. And that's a puzzle I'm willing to solve later. The real

Chapter 6*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*My mama hates me.No, maybe that was too harsh—my mama looks at me like she hates me.Every time she looks at me, I feel like I'm something she can't stand the sight of.A disappointment.A disgrace.An excuse of a daughter.My heart always sinks when she looks at me like that. Over the years I've learnt how to control my tears when she hits me or says degrading words to me. Although sometimes I let the tears flow when the words are too much for me to bear.And something tells me today will be one of those days.When Mother Roselyn called me into her office earlier, telling me I had a visitor, I strongly hoped it would be Gemma—my sister and not Mama. To my dismay, my wish wasn't granted.She stood behind the Cathedral, her normal waiting spot. Even though I know she picks it because it was supposed to be the perfect place for her to hit me without anyone interfering.Not like if they interfered, she would ever stop.“Hello Mama,” I muttered,

Chapter 8 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~° “Hello, sister,” he rasped, in that familiar voice that does things to my insides that I can't explain. His voice is deep. But gentle. Soft even. And my brain doesn't know how to react. My stare shifted from him to Mama, but she's too excited to notice how uneasy I'm feeling. Is this the man Gemma is supposed to get married to? Does Mama know he's a killer? Does she know he killed the priest in the church? A scream catches in my throat, too strangled to be heard. I'm dreaming. My eyes squeezed shut, and I forced myself to breathe. I must be dreaming. But when I open then again, the man is still here. He's staring at me like he knows exactly what am thinking. Adrenaline courses through my body, yet I don't move. I can't move. “Come sit with us, Elizabeth!” Mama muttered softly through gritted teeth, her eyes telling me what she's feeling at the moment. My lips part, but my words get jumbled on my tongue and I have to swallow befor