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This bastard seemed really determined to blow her head off if she kept screaming and resisting. Yes, what kind of dream did Bella have last night that she had to experience a kidnapping like this? It was clear to her that these people were members of a gang. Marco Vilante, as Darrel suspected, was a dangerous mafia leader. Bella never thought she would have to deal with these dangerous people. It was all because of that damn accident that led to her being kidnapped like this.

And three, which felt most important of all, Alyssa had used my name. And I liked it. Alyssa Russo POV I shouldn’t have been surprised that, instead of going back to Florida, Alessando was flying us to Italy. If I were him, I would do the same thing. For one, the de Rossi business and mafia empire is based out of Italy. He has more soldiers there, more lieutenants, more capos, and generally more capability to batten down the hatches against whoever came after Anne and Nonna Mia. Second, I told Alessandro on the phone that I had been held in Naples, Florida, prior to this. I had no doubt that Alessandro had many such properties squirreled away in the States, but with the addition of Anne, I h

As in Luca Tadeo—a name that carried weight in Thania, one of the most ruthless politicians the city ever had. “Luca’s gonna break her,” I heard someone from the left scoff. My attention was soon brought back to Luca when his fingers dug into my skin, his tightening grip bruising the soft flesh. Though I worked odd jobs, my flesh and skin never told the tale, surprising those closest to me. His hot breath laced with whisky fanned my cheeks as he glared down at me. "Think you’re too good for the stage, huh?" he growled loud enough for the others to hear. "Get on your knees and beg, whore. Show us what you’re really made of."

Seraphina moved closer, her hand warm against Jasmine’s cold fingers. “There’s a way you can get the money,” she said, her voice laced with careful confidence. Jasmine’s gaze snapped to her, narrowing. At this moment, she was desperate. Any help would suffice. “In one of the richest towns in Sicily, the mafia holds secret auctions,” Seraphina continued. “They bid millions of euros for a woman to warm their bed for a duration of their choosing. The deals are contract-based, strictly business, and meant for those who…” She hesitated. “…need the money.”

Ashly was sitting alone in the meeting room. She was so sunk into the book she was reading. It's been a month since Monika left, and it's not like Ashly didn't feel bad when Monika cried in front of her, but what she can do She never likes to share her things with others. And it's not a bad thing because, apparently, her husband is also the same. Well, talking about now, she was reading a book called "The History of the Mafia Kingdom", when Zia entered the room.

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?? "

The question was raising doubt in his mind for a long time. "I am a physiotherapist with a degree and a part-time event planner. I got the latter from my best friend. She's the one who signed me here." Why but he could sense the uneasiness in her voice even though she didn't stutter. "Are you lying?" He raised his brow. "Why would I? For you?" Rachel laughed. This confident attitude of hers was attractive to the mafia who was in search of warmth. Vincenzo had never met a woman who didn't get intimidated by my presence. Most of them came with ulterior motives which he hated.

I need to get out of here, not again. "I thought you wanted to die in there. Are you done? Or do you want me to come wash your back?" He asked licking his lips. Is he fantasizing about this already? Goodness! He's sicker than I thought. He is a completely gross human being. I looked down at his bulge and gulped, he's already hard? Is he some sort of sex machine? Do the Mafia guys see nothing but sex in women? I guess they are all the same.

"Honey, give you that choice." Regina was now in a hazy state of mind, she faintly overheard the conversation between the two men and knew that her current situation was very bad. Darryl Rider gives her two choices. One is that she will follow the old billionaire and accept to be his lover, live dependent on him and forever lose her freedom and innocence. The other option is for her to seek help from Darryl Rider, the most notorious mafia boss in Italy. Thus, she will have to prepare mentally to take unforeseen risks. Who doesn't know how cruel and scary Darryl is, so of course Regina is afraid of him.

My heart clenched for him and I couldn't help but wonder how he must have felt as a kid, knowing that a common whore that was popularly referred to as cummares was who gave birth to me. I knew enough about the mafia to understand that most mafia lords collect females from slave auctions, the ones that were taken to pay off their family’s debts and all, and most of them were made into cummares, an object of sexual release for their masters they spread their legs for any time they want them to. They literally don't have any life apart from being fucked and raped. Most of them have their wombs removed so they'd not risk getting pregnant and I was sure whoever gave birth to Axel must have been a