A MAFIA ROMANCE
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"Mrs.O'Rihley take your clothes off"
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The wedding ring forced onto her slim finger and a new life thrown into her arms. Kiara was just in the wrong place;at the wrong time.
Lucien O'Rhileys lust for...
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I'm sorry I just had to put his here because if this ain't goals that idfk what is.
My eyes covered by a black piece of cloth as I rode in what I assume is a black SUV or a white van cause those are what people that are getting kidnaped usually get thrown into, in the movies.
The man from the small room, sitting across from me texting loudly on his phone.
But jokes on him because he is probably just typing on notes like the loser he is. "Can you either turn your ringer off or stop typing, please?" I ask and he scoffs, the typing not stopping. The typing made me feel like I was gonna have a fucking coronary.
"You're not in the place to make demands" he Utters and I laugh. What a common thing creeps say
"That was like the most cliché kidnaper rapist saying in the book" I taunt.
But he doesn't seem like he wants to play, because he didn't laugh. The bumping of the road everlasting. "So where are we going?" I ask and the typing stops, and the man blows out an agitated breath.
"You don't get to ask any questions." the man starts and I just sigh loudly, right I should have also expected that one. Resting my head against the window. I knew we weren't in new York anymore, I wasn't even sure if we were in the same state. I've never left New York before.
"Why the fuck are my hands untied but I have to wear this thing over my eyes?"I ask trying to piss him off. My hands reaching to untie it
"Take it off and I will blow your brains out" he barks angrily and I pause, my fingers grazing over the fabric of the cloth before I pull my hands away.
Licking my lips and crossing my legs I lean forward. "Well, your boss would have wasted a couple pretty pennies if you were to do that."
I don't really know, maybe it was due to the adrenaline or the fear of feeling weak, but I wasn't scared of this, of him. Or at least I told my self I wouldn't be. Wouldn't allow myself to.
Shooting my hands up before he can stop me I ripped my blindfold off, blinking a few times before running my hands through my hair to brush it out of my face.
"You are going to get yourself killed little girl," he says leaning back into his chair as we come to a stop. But it was Not like I could even see out of the black tinted windows anyways.
Lucky they gave me clothes to wear before I left that god awful place, and by clothes I mean another pair of skimpy lingerie.
"You look like a year older than me so suck my peepee." I smile at him and he looks at me dead-eyed, but I saw the slight smile on his lips as he looked away
