All Chapters of Desired by the Mafia Kings: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

L A N AI am frozen, my body turning to complete cement as my eyes lock onto what is in front of me.It's Tyler... and Elizabeth. They're... sleeping together...He has her pinned against the wall, standing between her legs, his lips pressed against hers as he thrusts into her relentlessly. She grips onto his shoulders desperately, attempting to suppress the vile sounds coming out of her mouth.I still haven't moved. Not until my mind finally registered what is going on in front of me. I stumble backwards and finally, they take notice of me, both their heads snapping towards me as their eyes widen in shock."Lana," Tyler starts, his voice laced with panic as he immediately drops Elizabeth to her feet, grunting as he stumbles away from her and scrambles to get his pants back on."This isn't what it looks like..." He says, and hearing his voice makes my heart race even faster.I still haven't said a word... I don't even know what to say.Elizabeth stares at me with a flushed face. She q

L A N AI don't know how long I've been walking for, but I know it's long enough for my legs to feel shredded.The cold creates goosebumps and shivers along my skin, and my heels are now working against me. I probably should've taken them off the moment I ran out of there, but they were expensive, very expensive... Well, according to what Tyler told me...Ugh. No matter what I do, I simply can not escape the thought of him, of what he's done, with him and Elizabeth...My feet are sore, but somehow, my mind isn't so much focused on the pain; instead, a different kind of pain plagues my thoughts. I can't believe I was humiliated like that. How could I let them do that to me, treat me like that? I begin thinking of what else I should've said, how I should've reacted, but I was too stunned to do anything that really mattered...I make my way through the night as the city buzzes around me, having no clue what has happened to me. I stumble through it, somewhere between rage and shock and r

L A N AI can hear my heartbeat in my ears.I'm terrified, my body vibrating with fear as I am dragged forward, my heels scraping the floor. The men lifting me have not a care in the world, and despite my cries for them to stop, they never do. Jazz continues to play in the lounge, as if I'm not screaming my lungs out. The music doesn't stop. No one else says a word. No one even looks concerned. They just… watch. They pretend and sip their drinks, as if I'm nothing but a mere spectacle. As if a man wasn't just shot in front of them and a woman isn't being dragged toward the murderer right now.All of this feels unreal, like I've slipped through an invisible crack in the world and landed somewhere I was never meant to be... and now? Now I might potentially lose my life.I try to fight them off, digging my heels into the floor, but they barely notice. They're way too strong. "Stop, let me go! Let go of me!!" I continue thrashing around, doing my best to fight them but all I feel is my a

L A N ABefore any of us can say anything, a woman's voice cuts through the tension."Boss." A woman calls out, and I watch as Ezio's face changes completely, anger and irritation now crossing his features as he slowly turns in the direction of the person who just spoke, still remaining in front of me and giving me no room to move at all.I turn my head and see her standing in the doorway. A tall, elegant woman, wearing a black fitted dress, her brown hair tied back, with a set of glasses covering her blue eyes. She looks at me once, then back at him. "My apologies for the intrusion.""What is it, Fernanda?" He asks, his tone clearly irritated."Everything is set for tonight, sir. The guests will begin arriving in 1 hour." She announces, and Ezio sighs and turns back to me, continuing to stare down at me carefully."Good." He says. "I want you to get her ready for tonight. Get her out of this dress, have her cleaned up and changed into something... black..." He says to me, his eyes gl

L A N A"You made it with forty seconds to spare..." I hear Fernanda's voice, making me turn in her direction, watching as she stands with a woman close to her, holding onto a tablet. "Good, we have a tight schedule." He says before she makes her way over to me. "Begin." She orders, and before I can even respond, hands descend on me. I am tugged away to the vanity table, where I would take a seat, just as the women now begin to work on my hair and makeup. It all happens at once, too quickly for me to even process what's happening to me. My robe is whisked away, clothes I didn't consent to are placed on my skin: brushes, sprays and powders whip through the air so quickly, I feel like I am standing at the centre of a storm.I don't have the energy to fight them or resist. I let them turn me like a doll that they've been instructed to dress as my mind drifts off into somewhere far, some place I can actually feel safe. At some point, someone pulls the zipper of a dress, and I feel cold