Taken By The Mafia Lord นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I ignored it. I checked my wristwatch and realized I’d stayed too long, lingering in thoughts I had no business entertaining. Stepping out of the car, I tossed the cigarette aside and slid my hands into my pockets, walking straight toward the club. Music slammed into me the moment I entered loud, I made my way into the VIP section. Vicente Montoya sat at the center, relaxed, surrounded by indulgence like a man who owned the room . The leader of the Spanish mafia. He approached me with an offer. He was also the reason I’d agreed to the honeymoon charade.

I said calmly as I waited. "Isaac Bortsov took him," "The head of the Russian mafia's drug operation? Are you certain? why?" "I'm not sure!" His British accent come out thick as he tremble. "Please, please, please," he begged. "But you were the one who told them where he was," I pointed out. He whimpered and closed his eyes. "Why?" My fingers tighten around my knife, and the heat of my rage rises up my spine. I applied pressure to his wound.

“You don’t scare me Liam Moretti and neither does your mafia, I would hate for you to lose your o my heir and your mafia. How long before they started to question you, how long before they tell you, they can’t let their friends die, they can’t fight for a woman that is not your wife and a kid that is not yours, how long before I contact one of them and they feel they are better off taking matters into their hands and they end up doing this, they fucking end up taking care of it themselves, all I need is to offer them enough money for them to bring Bella to me, she is not your queen, fortunately for you she is my queen and I will not give up on her or my heir, I am sure you will hate for some

As the man was speaking, his eyes widened as he said, “Boss, I think I've just hacked into the security system of the most powerful mafia base in this country. The young master was taken by them.” Martina sat up straight, her heart racing at the words she had just heard. "You mean to tell me the person who took my son might be the mafia king of this country?" she asked in disbelief. The bodyguard nodded grimly. However, Lucas' face contorted. There was only one mafia king in this country. Trey Collins. Which meant the bastard had kidnapped his own son. Realizing that, he smirked inwardly. 'He was going to sit back and watch the drama unfold with whiskey.'

The lady didn't intend to grasp his neck but somehow her hands travelled to his neck. "There are no buts in my life, love. You have to call my name with confession or you will be responsible for the consequences yourself." He warned her meaningfully and attempted what he had done with nobody else before, the lord grabbed her neck from behind and intentionally breathed over her bare neckline. She gulped hard while feeling that a rain in between her legs had been arriving any soon. She gripped his forearms tightly and felt drained or perhaps completely submissive. "E...Ek…" Before she could speak anything or even gain some moments to become normal to say something without stuttering. The mafia

After a few minutes of begging and weeping, Alex stopped lashing her, he untied her angles. "Next time you do such a thing, trust me you will receive more." He took the whip and angle spreader bar and place them in his drawer. Laura curled herself as she weeps silently. It was a stupid idea, she should have known there was no way out of this hell hole. This was her life now, she will forever remain a sex slave to this mafia boss. He took out his phone from his pocket and called Dexter "I won't be going today, take care of everything. You know the drill, no room for mistakes" he dropped the call after passing orders

“They got Tim. The mafia got him.” No…..

Five minutes later, all what Damien had requested for, was on the table, only then did he put aside the bottle he was drinking from. “Place his hand on the table.” He instructed and immediately Armani cuffed his hand and when he tried to struggle, he received a blow on his face that broke his nose. “I will give a minute each to answer my question and if you don't, you will lose a finger. Ready?” He asked with a smirk. Brushing his hair behind his ear, he leaned close and with a firm voice asked, “Who sent you?” Thinking he was bluffing, Brady started chuckling but at the elapse of a minute, Damien snapped off his little finger with the shears.

No one else would come through, not now, not with Lucien like this. Julio knew better than to let anyone see the mafia lord unguarded. Lucien’s hands trembled once as he brought them to her face. His fingers stroked her cheek, then threaded through her hair. He rested his forehead against hers, exhaling the breath he’d held since the moment the photo hit his desk. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I didn’t know.” “You don’t have to know,” he replied. “You only have to be careful. You’re not a pawn in this world anymore, Emilia. You’re mine. And queens have targets on their backs.”

I never meant to leave her immediately after taking her virginity all those years ago, but my time in the outside world was coming to an end, as my responsibilities to my family were only growing. Now, I was the head of the Russian mafia in California, I could have any woman in my bed whenever I wanted, so why was I pining over her like a lost puppy after just one encounter? Sure, I felt guilty when I though about my actions towards Amaya, but that didn't automatically make me a good man. I didn't get to where I was by being soft or beating myself up for past mistakes, because that was all I allowed myself to think of her as, a mistake. She was a factor I never expected to come into play, an