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He turned it on and switched to the news. A male in a suit was speaking, while behind him images of a woman's bedroom were shown, completely ransacked. "It has been three days since the kidnapping of Luna Diana, mate of Alpha Ward of the Golden Pack. Preliminary information indicates that Diana was harassed by a black wolf identified as Sebastian Beaumont, from the Black Veil Pack." The journalist continued to report details about the kidnapping and how Alpha Ward was mobilizing several packs to go after his mate, and how the Black Veil Pack and the Golden Pack were on the verge of an imminent conflict.

I tried to bounce myself a little and felt the plush softness envelop me. I expected to be waking on a cold floor or basement. It was little more than I deserved for how I spent the years leading up to my arrest and prison sentence. But I wasn’t cold, and I certainly wasn't in a basement. Hell, there was even a soft blanket covering my body. What kind of kidnapper made sure you were covered with a blanket? Kidnapper. Fuck! How had I managed to get into trouble this time? I hadn't been in contact with anyone from that previous life. I was just getting my shit together. And now what? Was I about to die here?

I heard El might have a secret lover somewhere. I felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me. I stopped dead in my tracks. The baby in her womb was Andrew's all along. The comment section was flooded with pity. "Eddie's story is just sad. He ended up losing both his love and the child." "Honestly, I'm giving him full permission to become a villain now." I felt like my heart was being crushed in a fist. The air left my lungs, and any hope I had left evaporated completely.

I gritted, fury pounding through my body, my head searing, as I continued to listen to him speak. “But not to worry. I threatened the cop, had them lose the evidence. She didn’t end up getting justice after all. I didn’t go to prison. Didn’t even get a warning.” He let out a low chuckle. “So I went back to take back what was mine. Kidnapped her. Framed that she died in a car accident… And took her back to Albania.” Heat pounded in my body, my thoughts hitting me from millions of different directions at once, like daggers straight to my chest.

“We were at the Forem Tavern at 8:15 when three men started harassing her. They had crescent tattoos on their necks, all of them. I warned them, told them to stay away, but they didn’t—” I stopped mid-sentence, realizing he was leaning back in his chair, toying with a paperweight, utterly bored. My frustration bubbled. The least he could do was listen. But his next words knocked the air out of my lungs. “156,780 kidnapping cases are pending in the courts,” he mused, twirling the paperweight lazily. “6,436 occur every year on average. What makes you think your ‘Lilly’ is so special, little mouse?”

I had a feeling that something was going on in there that people did not just have access to and that was my duty to find it out and bring it to the line light so that everybody got to know what they were hiding. As soon as my hands connected with a book some body placed something in my nose and I started struggling to breathe. The only thing that came to mind was nothing but Hayden! If he was here this wasn't going to happen. I stopped moving for a second and focused my attention on my kidnapper. I was losing consciousness but the will to live prevailed and I stabbed him with the key I was holding in the chest until he left out a groan. That is all the opportunity I needed to run out of tha

The walls were bare, the air cold, and there were no windows. I forced myself to sit up, the events of the night crashing into me like a wave. The attractive looking man. The balcony. The garden. I’d been kidnapped. A sharp pang of fear shot through me, but I bit it back, forcing myself to stay calm. Panicking wouldn’t help. I needed to figure out where I was and how to get out. Back at the villa, I imagined the chaos my disappearance had caused. Claudia would be frantic, pacing the room and blaming herself for everything. Ray, on the other hand, would be livid, barking orders and demanding answers.

“This is kidnapping Tristan. Do you understand that? You have kidnapped me. I am here against my will. You will go to prison for this…” “Will I?” She looked into his hard eyes. Something deep down inside her told her not to push him, not to test his patience. She recalled reading about Tristan and AJ and some the crimes that they had been accused of. They managed to get out of everything. No matter how hard the evidence was stacked up against them, they were cleared… She did not stand a chance… ***

Hello, and welcome to The Forbidden Princess and Her Mafia Men. Deep within this book we will see elements such as BDSM, Kinks (any and all kinds), Kidnapping, Torture, Sex and all things that might be considered violent. This book is also meant to be dark as well as a reverse harem. So please note this book will contain triggers from start to finish so please consider that when venturing into this book as you have been warned. Now without further ado please enjoy the story.

Not being able to connect with her on a physical level made me feel as though I was deteriorating away on the inside. Lieutenant Oxford headed the meeting with questions about the new evidence surrounding the seven missing girls. With the lack of evidence at each crime scene thanks to Mother Nature, one thing was clear...they were all virgins. We debated over what kind of suspect we were dealing with and agreed on the potential of an organized serial kidnapper: someone with the level of intelligence to plan the kidnapping of each victim, without leaving any incriminating evidence behind.