Abducted By Lust *Book 1 of the Köhler Series*

You're Mine Now

Like any other day, Luca started his day as he would normally do. Except he wasn't at home. Luca was stuck in South Carolina handling business because that's what mafia bosses did. He hated being out of his comfort zone in a foreign country. He was used to Berlin than the States, and Columbia, South Carolina, wasn't living up to what he wanted at the moment. To make matters worse, he had been here for the last four almost five months because some stupid asshole stole his money.

Usually, this was a job for his Underboss or one of his capos, but ten million dollars of his money was missing. People who knew Luca knew there were three things he didn't tolerate. Someone fucking with him, his family, or his money. It was three easy ways for someone to lose their life, and someone had to test him. He was there to ensure the person who did it died and for him to be the last face he saw before he blew out his brains.

However, those who knew him knew him by Luca Köhler. A thirty-five-year male from Berlin, Germany, also known as the Don of the German Mafia or The Skullz as most called them. This title was placed upon him by his father, Axel Köhler, who wasn't letting up about finding himself a wife. The man was upset because he refused to marry the dumb bitch his grandfather picked for him as if he had something to do with his father's mafia.

"Ich werde heiraten, wen ich heiraten will. Nicht jemanden der für mich auserwählt ist. (I will marry whoever I want to marry. Not someone chosen for me.)." Luca thought to himself. He didn't need someone dictating his life. He was his own person and expressed that to his father. At first, the man didn't like it but understood his reasons. Axel wanted him to be happy, given that he was the man's only child. Plus, it was his father's mafia, and he could do what pleased him. Axel would have been forced to get the title to the underboss child with any other mafia, but that would never happen because his cousin refused to have a title. Therefore, his father gave in to his demands, letting Luca find his own wife.

However, that was the last thing on Luca's mind as he sighed, removing himself from his bed to shower and do his morning routines. Afterward, he went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee only to realize it was gone. This was why Luca didn't like roommates. They touched shit that didn't belong to them, and his best friend, better known as his capo Erik, drank all of his fucking coffee. He wanted to knock the fuck out of the man but decided it would be best to take a trip to the local Starbucks. Still, he let out a frustrating groan as he left his house, and yes, he bought a house. Luca didn't like to stay in a disgusting ass hotel—not knowing if they cleaned them or who was the last person staying in the room.

It didn't matter to him how many stars a hotel had next to their name. It still wasn't clean enough for him. Luca wanted something he knew was clean, mainly because he would clean his own room. Three to four times a day to ensure it was everything was to his likely. It was how he was, and he didn't care what others thought. "It's the way I am. If they don't like me, they all can kiss my ass." He thought as he went out to his Mercedes-Benz C-Class, then headed to Starbucks for his morning coffee.

Shortly after, he found himself outside of Starbucks. It had to be about six-thirty or seven o'clock. Luca didn't know because he didn't care to look at his watch. All he knew was that he was irritated from not having his coffee and felt like a ticking time bomb. Luca needed his morning wake-up, which was the only thing on his mind as he left his car. He also made a mental note to curse out Erik when he saw him. Then again, he couldn't wait as Luca pulled out his phone to text the man while heading toward the entrance of the coffee shop.

Sadly, he didn't make it inside before colliding with a tall but shorter than him woman. No doubt, she was fucking beautiful, but he was already irritated about Erik drinking his coffee. Clearly, she was she wasn't in a good mood herself. Slowly the beautiful brown skin woman looked up at him as if she had lost her damn mind. Her claws were out, ready to start some shit, but he wasn't in the mood.