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They were both adopted and maltreated by Nico’s lackey. I also knew she had been engaged to Nico Salvador, that old pervert that was my pain in the neck, before he called it off and married that sickening foster sister of hers. I wanted Amara to know she had the power to make them pay for all they did to her. All she had to do was ask, and my power as The Mafia God would be at her disposal. I had her ex-family invited to the wedding, only for that bastard Milo to try hitting her.

Now I yearn for everything he do possibly give me, every single thing he could do to my body and I would take it like his good girl. Placing a kiss on my neck, he lifts my chin up, my head is pressed into the pillow and all I can hear and feel is his soft kisses. His teeth graze my skin, I may not have what is called an adam’s apple but right now I wished he would keep marks on them. Marks that would make people know that I belonged to him. Our marriage wasnt open to the world, a few people know I was married after being dumped on my wedding day. I wish I could show them that I have a better man than John.

Thirty minutes later, I was sitting in the passenger seat of Luca's black Mercedes, wondering how my life had fallen apart so quickly. Yesterday, my biggest problem was my ex-boyfriend's engagement. Today, I was married to a mafia boss, his former fiancée wanted me gone, and I was on my way to meet his mother. I wasn't sure which part was worse. "Can I ask you something?" I said. Luca kept his eyes on the road. "You can ask."

I tried to explain, but then I saw a black rose tattoo on his arm. It was the mark of the Lyon family. It was the same mark that my ex, who was now the head of the mafia, bore on his arm too! He used to be crazy about me. He chased me for eight whole years, and even had his family pressure me to be with him. I managed to escape our wedding, but I found myself back in his grasp after this trip. "This is the Lyon family's place?" Tony looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "Pretty sharp, aren't you?"

"They treated me like a maid... Aunt Theresa... She hurts me whenever I do something wrong... She never treated me right! And guess what? I even had to marry someone I don't love just so I could save their family!...." Miss Rovan's eyes widened. "W-What? Y-You are married? B-But why? To whom?" " I married a mafia boss. Daddy owed him a huge amount of money and because he threatened Daddy that he would kill us if he don't give me to him, I had to volunteer myself and marry that man." "Oh, Eva... I'm so sorry, Eva... I'm so sorry..." "And now, that's the reason why I had to face all of these things..."

During the blood transfusion, the doctor told them my blood type didn't match theirs at all. The moment the DNA test came back, I went from the family Princess to a so-called "bastard." I immediately said I would move out and return everything to their real daughter. Back then, Frank and Rosa held me and cried, saying I was their most precious treasure and would always be a D'Angelo. I told Marco, my childhood sweetheart, the same thing. I said when his fiancée returned, I would end the engagement. That night, Marco was dead drunk. He begged me in the pouring rain.

“We got another message today.” I tensed between them. Nico’s arm tightened around my waist, his hand instinctively moving to rest on my belly. “From who?” I asked, my voice still hoarse from moaning. Victor sat up, running a hand through his dark hair. “Marco Rossi. He’s taken full control of the Moretti faction that opposed Antonio. He’s offering a truce… but only if we hand you over. He claims you belong to the family now — that the child is Moretti blood and should be raised within the family.”

She strapped the cock back on and fucked me slowly on the floor while the family watched, claiming me as her personal trophy in front of everyone. I came hard around the strap-on, moaning her name as my mind sank deeper into submission. The mafia had bought me. And I was already addicted to being their shared, broken, willing pet.

At that time, he was only fifteen. At the age of eighteen, he had a crush on a girl during his school time. That girl used to make him feel alive again unintentionally. He fell in love with her but to his disappointment, that girl had never thought of him as a lover and was in love with someone else. This angered him but still, he tried to move on in his life. But unfortunately, his father got to know about this and he provoked him to be an animal. He kidnapped her and forced her to marry him. What he did was common in our mafia line, but it was unforgivable. He not only forced himself on her but also he managed to do every unforgivable crime just to put her into submission for him.

“ Are you kidding me? I asked. “ Why would I? He said while he stopped chopping and look into my eyes. “ I know I can never be that special woman to someone like you “ I said. “ What makes you think that way? He asked. “ Because you bought me to be your sex slave and I know the only thing pulling you back from turning me to your toy is your injured hand” I said. He step out of the kitchen and comes to me at the counter. He pulled me closer to him. “ Is that what you believe? He asked. “Isn’t that what most of the mafia do? I asked.