I awoke the next day and prepared myself. Today was the day Dominic Colton no longer breathed air anymore. That fucking bastard thinking he could just come back. I was fucking angry when I saw his face, especially the dirty smirk which played on his lips.I slipped out of the bed and took a quick shower. I watched Ace sleep as I brushed my wavy hair. He fucking knows me. How insane is that. The funny thing was how oblivious he could be at times. He even brought me to bed and removed my makeup. How thoughtful. Was he playing a game with me or did he actually like me. Maybe he just wants to fuck me and take over my mafia. I got dressed into black skinny jeans, a T-shirt and a sleek leather jacket. I did my makeup and hair and walked down to the kitchen."KC where's Dominic Colton?" I asked her as if she knew the answer. "Um..I-I" KC stuttered. I crossed my arms waiting."Allow me to be of assistance." A voice interrupted my staring. I turned around slowly and faced a guard. "Ramsay. Go
I stood in front of the mirror looking at my self critically and in disbelief. No matter how I present my self inform of people, I was never in total control of my lifeFather is wants me to get married to a stranger. No, he is forcing me to do his wish. He gave me no other option as usual. I could, of course, run, disappear without traces. I could elude detection. I won't, thoughcos I will definitely look like a fool before him and I am never a fool. I've been nothing but a disappointment to him for my entire life, and this only confirmed it. Father never passed an opportunity to let me know that he never like me as his child. I was nothing more than a cheap commodity that he could use as currencyfor his empire built on blood and sweat of criminals like him. He never liked me, and since I knew I would never win his approval, I did nothing to try to change that. Was there any need? NoI am the King of the Italian mafia, . Father only gave it to me because he is dying and has no male
I pulled on a black hoodie over my white crop top and black jeans. I put on nike sneakers instead of my the usual heeled boots. A muddle was ready to break out. I let the housekeeper stay in my room and went outside.I climbed inside my preferred red Ferrari and peered out the tinted windows at the fading sun. Red, amber, and yellow tones merged with one another to create a lovely image. Laura quickly sat down next to me and fastened her seatbelt. I was aware that I needed to leave tonight in order to get to America in time to meet that man the following day. But that's the beauty of owning your own plane, I could depart whenever I wanted to.I started the automobile and immediately heard the exhilarating purr of the engine. I depressed my foot and drove the car to its destination from there. Maybe this is the most liberated I'll ever feel. I traveled down narrow alleyways and on lengthy, deserted highways. Despite breaching every law, I managed to escape punishment.In Italy, I was
When my parents set up a marriage for me, I wasn't shocked. It happens a lot. My own parents have been together since since they were forced to get married. till death separates them from their loveless union. Such a depressing way to live.I was so furious about having to wed a random female. And to cap it all off, an Italian gal. Italian women are generally beautiful, but she is a mafia member. What would she even be like. Would our union be completely devoid of affection, just like my parents'? I couldn't care less; all I could do was tolerate her and get my way with the ladies behind her back. She would undoubtedly act similarly.Not even her name, physical description, or personality were given to me. She was a woman, though. the Italian mafia's top dog. How is that possible? Women are frail and too sentimental. The mafia would be destroyed by her. I chuckled at the idea that she could defeat the world's most vicious and vile gang. Everyone is aware that only men can lead a mafia
I finally got to meet the man who will own me today, as my father so beautifully put it. Evidently, I would be his bitch. Instead of letting someone dominate me, I would rather stab out my own eyes and devour them. What the hell do these guys think they're doing?As I peered into the full-length mirror, I grimaced. In no way did what I was wearing indicate what I thought. A dress with a red silk-like texture that fit tightly over my torso. It had full-length arms and a deep v neck. I tried to cover up my aching wrist because of my father. My naturally bronzed thighs were covered by the clothing. I went with a straightforward appearance by wearing the dress with red heels. My face was lightly made up, and my dark hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail.Nothing is more effective than dressing up. It weakened males. I weakened guys. My crimson lipstick-soaked lips, which I squeezed together, were stained. My brown skin and dark blue eyes looked good with the red.KC knocked and then
I went for a quiet walk outside in the moonlight since the family decided to have a private talk Laura was with me and stayed by my side. As I walked, my heels made noise on the gravelly path. "The son and the parents seemed decent." Talking to KC. "Something was strange about them. Kaden was sincere, but I can't figure out his parents." Laura hummed in agreement as I stated. Something was always there.I sat down on a bench next to a lovely water feature. I observed water gushing from birds' mouths into a pool below. The full moon was mirrored in the white-shimmering sea. I was lost in thought as I just looked.I had an absurd amount of work to complete. And I was sitting here idly. Ace failed not appear at all. Maybe he had the same sentiments as I do. Naturally, he did.The silence was abruptly broken by a gruff voice. I'm come to see my fiance, you say. the idiot. I jolted out of my reverie and turned to find KC pointing a gun at a man. It's alright, I said, and KC put her gun dow
Alessia and her father left the house and I was still in a daze. That woman. She was no ordinary woman. There was something about her. She had power, I felt it when she spoke. I felt her strength when she twisted my hand back. She was also quite fucking hot. Her father was a despicable man. I could sense it. He was fucking disgusting. Alessia never seemed to talk or laugh in his presence, not as much as she did. I could feel their animosity towards each other. My parents looked at me with wide grins across their faces. "Well what did you think of her? She seems sweet." Mother asked. Sweet? I would not describe her as sweet. Oh but I liked it when she swore. Father chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head. Sweet was not a word we used in the mafia. Fucking hell. "She's fine." I lied effortlessly, for she was more than just fine. Father beamed and patted my shoulder. "That's great son. The marriage will be held in two days time. I will get someone to arrange it all. And all you hav
With him kissing me now, with me no longer needing to hold his face and pull him up, I grappled with his pants until I had them somewhat undone. I kicked them away, pushed them down with the toes of my heels, and then narrowed my brow in frustration when I couldn’t get his pants all the way off because of his shoes.He laughed and helped me remove his shoes and pants. “Calm down, Jessika.”“It’s not funny!” I shrieked, trying not to laugh, too. “I need you inside of me right now.”“What if I say no?” he asked.“Asher,” I said, panic-stricken. “You wouldn’t. No, don’t. Please. I’m begging you.” All conversational skills abandoned me. “Asher, no, I…”I got no further before he grabbed the sides of my thighs and buried himself inside of me. Every synapse in my brain let out an electric sigh of wonder at the insane amount of pleasure he brought me. His cock drove into me, steady and thick, completely satisfying my need of him. Or, satisfying that current need, though I suddenly realized I