Love Captive To The Mafia Boss My Drama 소설 & 이야기

He was tall and imposing, with piercing eyes that seemed to bore into my soul. I felt a shiver run down my spine as our eyes met. I knew, in that moment, that I was in grave danger. The figure on the balcony was Marco De Luca, the ruthless Mafia don. And I was his captive. _Emilia's POV_ I was dragged towards the mansion, my feet stumbling on the gravel driveway. The men in suits held me firmly, their grip unyielding. As we approached the entrance, the massive wooden doors swung open, revealing a grand foyer with a sweeping staircase. The interior was opulent, with marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and lavish artwork adorning the walls.

ok says Ibrahim, both sleep and after some days Ibrahim gets well perfectly, right now Ibrahim was making love to mehak, just then Ibrahim phone ranged up, he doesn't want to receive it but seen caller name he says Jaan this is important he received it and says hello, hello me Ibrahim I am your Dr I got your money to thank you, Ibrahim sir if you want some more help just call me, Ibrahim says ok and cuts the call, on the other hand, Dr wife says Ibrahim khan gave you this much money why? dr says because he loves his wife very much he can do anything for her you see mafia possessive love, Ibrahim made love to mehak and says this mafia man can do anything for his mehak, only you can make me on

The one he'd said looked good on me this evening before I left for the restaurant's bathroom. Before these men kidnapped me. I'll be lying if I say I don't know where they're from. Kristoff is a powerful Mafia Don - much feared in New York and all over the world. A cruel underboss with a reputation to match that phrase. I knew what I was getting into when I let him into my heart after our initial agreement. I knew what I was getting into when instead of packing my stuff and leaving his mansion altogether, I got into a fight with my uncle when I went back to our shack to clear out what was left there.

she was trembling, “It's not like I'm important, no one would miss me anyway, my parents are too busy sniffing…” “That's not the point.” “Then what is?” I stood up and removed my clothes, “The point is the man has ties to the mafia, didn't you know this?” “Why would I ?” I placed my t-shirt over my head. “I forgot you don't pay attention to anything but your fool of an ex I*******m.” “Hey…” I threw the pillow at her, “Keeping it real, now let's go downstairs and celebrate the fact that you still have your life.” She dragged me by the hand.

“Your body knows it even if your mind fights. Every time I touch you, you lean in before you catch yourself. Every time I speak, your pulse quickens. I’ve watched you.” Dave swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way his skin tingled under Ryan’s fingertip. “That’s not fair. You drugged me, chained me, took away every choice.” “Choices are luxuries for those who can afford them,” Ryan said, his hand moving higher to cup Dave’s jaw, tilting his face up so their eyes locked. “In my world, I take what I want. And I want you — not broken, but willing. Not as a prisoner forever, but as my partner once you understand the power I offer.”

Rafe opened a folder. And Tim Black, the most feared man in Red City, sat down and began to dismantle Marcus Webb’s world one piece at a time.

I felt his eyes on me, but I stared at his chest, taking in his three-piece tailored black suit. “We are gathered here today to witness the union of the Mafia boss and the Mafia princess.” the priest began, and everything else he said after that became muffled as I felt the pressure of too many eyes on me; it felt like I was suffocating on air. “Do you, Daisy Blackwood, take Lorenzo DeLuca as your lawfully wedded husband, to stand by him through sickness and health, through pain and gladness, for better and for worse till death do you part?” the officiant asked, making me let out a deep breath. There was no going back now.

Ava hesitated for a while, as though she was thinking about what to do, then she let out a defeated sigh and stepped aside. “You have five minutes.” She said as she closed the door behind her. “What do you want to talk to me about?” She demanded, crossing her arms around her chest defensively. I knew what I was about to say was going to make her angry, but I had to say it. “Anyone who is part of the mafia isn’t a good person.” I cleared my throat and began. “Your father was part of the mafia and he had done some evil things. If the roles were reversed and it was me who stole from him, he would have killed me without thinking twice.”

“If I drop dead, she goes down with me too. And we both know you don’t have the heart to watch that happen.” Vincent didn’t move but Santiago just laughed, low and bitter, cutting through the heavy silence. “You can pretend to be heartless, Vincent,” he hissed, “but deep down? You’re just another fool who made the mistake of having a heart.” He sneered, disgust twisting his face. “You know what happens to men like you in the mafia, brother. You know how deadly it is to love. And yet…” He yanked me roughly, forcing me to stumble back with him. “You went and gave your heart to someone so worthless. So pathetic.”

Early morning light. The caption scorched her vision: Upcoming actress Ava Miles caught leaving a mysterious man’s room, using her body to climb the industry ladder? Her fingers tightened around the phone. This wasn’t an accident. This was a trap. Her knees weakened, and she grabbed the edge of a nearby chair for support. Charlotte whispered, horrified. “They don’t even know what happened!” “They don’t care,” Ava murmured, her voice hollow. “They only care about what sells.” Across the city, Lorenzo Brown’s office was a study in cold precision. Hudson stood stiffly, watching as Lorenzo examined the photo on the assistant’s phone.