Novel & Cerita Taken By The Mafia Lord

CHAPTER 3 TAYLOR He was looking at me. His eyes were blank and icily condescending as he stared at me from where he stood but I could still strangely feel a weird warmth creeping from my stomach up to my chest. He was handsome. So good looking that I momentarily forgot that all in one night, I'd been betrayed by my boyfriend and was sold to him, a mafia lord who was said to be ruthless. I had no idea what mafia lords did exactly since I'd never come across one before but judging from the gun and silencer he held, it was obvious that he was indeed dangerous.

I sensed his unwavering loyalty, even after all this time. "I've crossed paths with the formidable mafia lord, and now death is hot on my heels, death is seeking me." "What kind of mafia lord are we dealing with? Who did you mess with?" "Lucas Gambino," I replied with a hint of disgust. He fell silent, clearly taken aback by the mention of Lucas's name. "What do you need me to do?" His words were like music to my ears. I knew he would stand by me without fail. "Find my exact location and give me directions to your place as soon as possible. Please, do it now."

“Do you really think it's all for money? If that's what you think then you clearly need a rethink. Lucas is a fuckin mafia lord, if I cross him, I die!” She thundered sharply as the frown on my face dropped to a mask of pure, unbridled fear. The rumours were true. I always knew they were. Whenever I stared at Lucas, I felt the heavy energy coursing around him. I always knew he was more than what Madame Browne said he was. He was a mafia lord. A fucking mafia lord! “I can help you flee… I can do.. anything.. just let me walk out of this elevator alive.. I'll do anything Please.” I said and she stepped closer to me.

He declared proudly and my being was plowed into fear and confusion, Afraid for Lucas's life and the new knowledge I just got about him... Lucas was a mafia Lord? How...? That's... Fuck!

I asked fearing the answer. "Go somewhere." He replied. "W-where?" I stuttered letting out a sob. " Your new new home, to your new master." He paused as if waiting for a response from me. I was still dazed. New master? New home? I was still very shocked by his words. "Who? Where?" Was all I voiced. All you need to know is that you've been bought by the mafia." He said and I felt a light sting on my neck as something sharp pressed into me, in a matter of seconds I felt my eyes blurred with everywhere spiralling then I fell and that was the last thing I remembered.

I shifted back and looked up to see whoever it was that I bumped into. He was tall and muscular, he also had some beards on his face, he looked like the same man from the mafia ball that Luciano hated a lot, that's him! I concluded to myself. “Wow, who do we have here?” he exclaimed “The woman of the great Don Luciano! What are you doing?” he asked. “Hello, good afternoon to you too,” I said sarcastically. “I'm here to do what everyone else here is doing, picking up a product and giving money in exchange”. I said to him,

He walked towards me on the bed, his thick footsteps hitting the floor. As soon as I felt his presence near me, I jerked up and wanted to attack him with a pen I found on the bed. He was quick to grab my hand and held it tight. Our eyes met, he was… Dominick Castillo, the same Mafia lord I was sent to steal drugs from last month.

She's one though if you think about it. Stealing from a Mafia is worthy of nothing but death especially from someone who's been taken care of by the Mafia Lord. It's like biting the hands feeding you. It's treason. The highest of it. A part of me wanted to see what had happened from the lens of Stefano but a larger part wants to get to the root of the problem. She's been with us for months and I'd say it hasn't been easy taming her but she's not one who'd steal that much for no reason.

“They are his men. They do his bidding. Killing, stealing, kidnapping....they handle everything.” ‎My breath catches. ‎“Killing… stealing… kidnapping?” ‎“Yes, miss. He is not someone to take lightly. Be careful.” ‎The call ends. ‎Silence. ‎I lower the phone slowly, my hand trembling. ‎Victor Arc… a Mafia lord? ‎I let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh, but it dies quickly in my throat. ‎Who would have thought? ‎I shake my head, pacing the room. ‎I wouldn’t have even guessed it… not in a million years.

“Don't tell me you're jealous of her.” "No, I'm not." "You are! You're jealous of a six-year-old!" "I'm not jealous." "Your face says otherwise." I couldn't help it. I started laughing. "Lorenzo Vittorini, feared mafia boss, is jealous because a child gave me a flower." "She called you handsome." "She's six!" "Doesn't matter. You're mine." He pulled me close, his arm possessive around my waist. "Not hers." "I don't think she was trying to steal me."