Mafia's African Rose

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What the hell got into me? I literally had Alexio's giant cock down my throat yesterday—and I enjoyed every bit of it. Never in my life did I think I'd have a Dick in my mouth, let alone like it. I chuckled at the absurdity of the thought, burying my face in the pillow to hide my embarrassment, even though no one was around to see me blush.

I stretched lazily, feeling the empty side of the bed next to me. He was already gone. My eyes caught a piece of paper resting on his pillow, his sharp, elegant handwriting scrawled across it. Even his handwriting was as perfect as him—how could someone excel in literally everything?

"My naughty girl. I'll reward you properly later. Be good while I'm gone, mi amor."

A giddy smile spread across my face as I read it, my heart doing an embarrassing little flutter. It was ridiculous how much this man affected me, how easily he could make me feel like I was floating. Hugging the note to my chest, I whispered, "Perfect bastard."

With a deep breath, I rolled out of bed, already missing his presence but deciding to pull myself together. I couldn't afford to mope around all day.

I was about to take a quick shower when a blood-curdling scream echoed through the mansion.

I froze, furrowing my brows in confusion. Then came a loud bang—the unmistakable sound of gunfire. My breath caught, panic quickly setting in. I grabbed a robe, tying it hastily around myself, and stepped out into the hallway, my feet moving before my mind could catch up.

The distant cries and even more gunshots made my heart race. Fear clawed at my chest. What the hell is going on?

Then I saw them—men dressed in black, their faces masked, and all armed to the teeth. A chilling sense of déjà vu washed over me, paralyzing my body.

I turned to retreat to my room, but it was too late. One of the men rounded the corner, his eyes locking onto mine with predatory intent.

"Found ya," he sneered, striding toward me with terrifying purpose.

I stumbled back, but his hand shot out, grabbing my arm in an unrelenting grip. Pain shot through me, and I winced.

"Let me go, you bastard!" I screamed, trying to twist free.

His response was a hard slap across my face that sent a sharp sting radiating through my cheek.

"You don't want to know what Alexio will do to you if you—"

"That's enough talking, bitch," he growled, cutting me off.

He raised his gun, aiming it toward my head, and I braced myself for the worst.

Bang!

Blood splattered onto my white robe, and the man slumped to the ground, his lifeless eyes staring into nothingness. I stood there in shock, staring at the gory mess of blood and brains on the floor.

"Angel!" Luca's voice snapped me out of it. He grabbed my shoulders firmly, shaking me slightly.

I blinked up at him, my body trembling. "What...what's happening?"

"We're under attack," Lucas said grimly, his sharp eyes scanning the hallway. "We have to get you somewhere safe now."

"But—" My voice wavered as I glanced at the lifeless body at my feet.

"No buts, Angel!" His voice was harsh, but there was concern in his eyes. "Those bastards will pay severely for this. But right now, I need you alive."

"What about the others?" I choked out, tears threatening to spill. "Nora...Alexa...are they safe?"