Romans & histoires Love Captive To The Mafia Boss My Drama

“I mean, once he figures out that I…want to be gone?” “No,” Frankie replies, looking at me evenly, shaking his head. “He not only loves you very intensely, Iris, but…you’re a mafia boss’s wife now. You’ll be seen as being taken by me – kidnapped. He’ll do everything to get you back – it will be as much about saving face as it is about wanting the woman he loves by his side.” He grimaces a little. “Sorry, that’s the truth, even if it is…less romantic than we might want.”

Only heartbreaking screams of agony can be heard. “Turn on the lights,” Robin instructed. One of the guards dashed to turn on the electricity. Robin waited for the light to turn on before continuing his steps. *** “Let me go!” A woman screamed as a man sat on top of her body on the floor. A thick cable is used to tie both of her hands. When the light came on, Carita's face was filled with horror as she watched the mafia member she relied on collapse around her. The remaining quarter had been apprehended by Robin Luciano's men, kneeling in a tied position with their mouths gagged.

I was going to fix that as soon as we were done with our activities today. Kolya pulled up at a nondescript building that served as one of our offices and a base for some of our more illegal operations. I passed the men packing crates of weapons downstairs and headed up to the second floor, where the offices were located. I scanned my fingerprint and retina at the door at the end, then unlocked the door and entered the room. It didn't contain much, except a desk, two chairs and a number of safes and locked cabinets. I looked through the desk drawers for the file of the man whose debt we were going to collect, rummaging through until I found the manila folder. Trent Kingston, 53 years old, wi

I quietly stepped around him and took a peek. It was me. Hobbling as on the street hours ago, dazed, dirty, and bleeding. Then it shifted to me in that alleyway slamming my hands into the bartender's chest. Then Luca's appearance. Him beating the man half to death, scooping me up and carrying me out. However, the final frame which was zoomed in and cropped tightly, was a single caption overlaid with bright red text; "Romano's weakness, gift-wrapped." A shiver slid down my spine.

"Liam!" Lisa tried to stop him. "I have got this, mom... Don't worry I am not going to kill your favourite Elena." He said before dragging Elena into a room. Elena held her breath when Liam closed the door behind him. "Now tell me!" He turned towards her and crossed his arms like he was ready to listen to her blabber now. She took a deep breath. "You" "I am a criminal. I kill people... I am a mafia Lord... It's true! What else?"

King and continued looking at him in his eyes " My girlfriend too whom I love the most." Mr. King raised his eyebrows looking at Ashton. Ashton laughed and said putting his hand on Mr. King shoulder " Dad now don't say that line of yours……… What it was?? " he was thinking and then looked at Ethan and asked " What it was?? " Ethan looked down and said while scratching the back of his neck " Mafia don't have girlfriends. They don't made for dating ". Mr. King walked towards Ethan and put his hand on Ethan shoulder and said " Ashton he also have a girlfriend. Right?? "

One of the Albanians approached me, the dimming colored lights made it difficult for him to recognize me. I moved closer and his eyes widened however it was too late, I slit his throat and he dropped down on the floor with blood spraying out of his throat. Five minutes before he dies and I will be gone in ten if everything goes well, I entered the VIP section and wasn't surprised by the sight before me. The debauchery and disgusting sight of young girls in collars and handcuffs, sucking on to the owner's dick sitting beside him was Trevor the right-hand man to the Albanian capo.

Gabe intervened, "here, Amara. We have no idea what it means or who wrote it." I studied the note. The handwriting looked oddly familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I translated the letter for Adrian, Gabe, and Lucian. "I never was a fan of the mafia. I always preferred working alone. But, I guess things change. Especially when you're after something priceless. Something that's always belonged to you. Lucian Moretti, you seem to be getting in the way of my plans, and I've had enough. These guns will help my team immensely. Getting my sweet najima back to me will only be a matter of time."

And I had to find a way out of this mafia ring I was in. Darren and I had been able to plant chips in three of Kosta’s biggest warehouses, so I switched on the feed, listening in. His voice cut through the statics, cold and cruel. “I want her back. This time, I want to make sure we bring her body back to Mario in a suitcase. Let him think he did something now. Let him think he’s got the upper hand. But really? He just walked right into the trap.” I felt my jaw tighten. That son of a bitch.

I was trapped, with no escape from the horrors that awaited me. Dominic's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, his gaze piercing and unrelenting. "You see, Lucia, I've been waiting for someone like you. Someone who can understand me, who can see the truth behind the lies." His voice was low and hypnotic, drawing me in despite my fear. "And now that you're here, I'll never let you go." I struggled against the cuffs again, but they only seemed to tighten. Panic set in as I realized the true extent of my predicament. I was trapped, at the mercy of a madman with a twisted vision. And then, Dominic's eyes seemed to gleam with an eerie light. "Let the game begin," he whispered, his voice dripping wit