Death at your door
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I drove my elbow back and it came in contact with something hard.
"Fuck!" I heard someone swear. A hand was smacked across my face and it immediately started to burn.
"Let me the fuck go!" I struggled against them.
"Get fucked" One of the voices growled. All the weight suddenly disappeared and then my body came in contact with carpet covered metal. A door was shut above me and then the car lurched into life. Those bastards had locked me in the trunk.
"Let me out!!" I smacked my fists into the backs of the seats.
"What do you want from me!" I shriek.
"What I want is for you to shut the hell up!" A muffled yell came through the cushions.
Levi is the leader of the world's deadliest gang. Levi himself, is a debt collector and when he finds out one of his clients hasn't paid his debts, he will not stop until he gets his money. Even if it means kidnapping his clients daughter...
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The huge man carried me down to the ground floor, since apparently I still wasn't trusted to have the ankle chains taken off. We arrived in a big room with polished floorboards, leather seats, small coffee tables and black duck tape forming a line in the centre of the room. At the line where girls, some a bit older than me and some way older than me. The youngest one I could pick out was a blonde haired girl around 18, and the eldest in her early 30's. I was kicking against the huge man as much as the chains would let me, but he just dropped me to the ground in the line. I quickly got up, and looked at the occupants in the leather chairs. They were all men in business suites with glasses of beer. "Alright, first one up is this girl," the big man pointed at me, and my stomach twisted with disgust. "£150,000" I heard someone yell. "250,000" Another one said. "£300,000!" "Come on guys, the boss wants more than that!" The big man said with a smile. "I'll give you £600,000," said a cold voice from the back of the room. Everyone looked up in surprise at a man in his mid 20's who walked down the room to me. "3...2...1... sold!" ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ Completed ✔Complete
Slapping The Mafia Boss {#1} completed
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The Weight of Shadows
Adam's life has never been his own. Raised under the shadow of a cold, domineering father, he was forced into a life of violence at a young age. Trained to be ruthless and taught that power is the only currency that matters, Adam's existence has always been about survival. Beneath the hardened exterior, though, lies the weight of deep emotional scars-ones that even time hasn't been able to heal. Just as Adam begins to unravel under the pressure of his past, an unexpected event sends his life spiralling out of control. Everything he thought he knew is shattered, and the fragile balance he maintained between survival and self-destruction crumbles. Struggling with the aftermath, Adam's world turns upside down, forcing him to confront the ghosts of his past and the dark path he's been set on. Driven by the overwhelming need to reclaim his sense of self, Adam decides to target the one thing that has always held him back, his father's empire. But revenge comes at a cost, and as Adam teeters on the edge of despair, he must decide whether destroying his father's legacy will free him or finally push him over the brink. (Guys this is my first story and first time writing on wattpad and uhh I did my best. I started this story in English class and am developing on it rn since I rlly like it lol so uhh don't judge. Have fun and thank you) This story will contain the following: - Abuse - Suicide - Violence - Killing (And uhh i might forget the rest so I'm really sorryy)
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Be Prepared
~COMPLETED~ Everyone nods and stands up. Slowly everyone starts leaving one by one. I go to ask Mr. Wood a question when his phone rings. "What Michael? . . . What?! You better get over as fast as you fucking can or so help me! I will beat your ass! . . . What? Who? . . . Okay." He hangs up and glares daggers at me. My eyes widen and I gulp. "One of you god damn gang members, hit my daughter with their fucking car!" He yells. My blood runs cold. His phone dings and he shows me the video of Dean full on hitting Dazy. I freeze in complete terror. Mr. Wood is not a gang leader to mess with. He's the most powerful mafia leader. If anyone mesees with him, they're kidnapped by someone and then never heard of again. If they do turn up, they're completely bloody, bones popping out of their skin, eyes stabbed or popped out of their sockets, face skinned off, and dead. Their face gets mailed to their gang to show not to mess with him. My heart starts racing in my chest. If we lose Mr. Wood as an alliance, we'll for sure get attacked by all gangs. He glares daggers at me as a bark fills the air. Hershey runs in the room and looks at me. He growls lowly at me before barking at Mr. Wood. "You better make a fast decision. Give up Dean. Or your alliance."Complete
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Someone walks into the room but I cannot see its face. It looks like a man and by the look of his posture, he seems very important. "Why were you in my territory?" His voice is strangely calm however I think its the calm before the storm. "I didn't know it was your territory! For gods sake how many times do I have to tell you people? Just let me go and I promise I won't say anything to anyone. Not like I have anyone to tell." The last part I said in a whisper. He didn't need to know the situation I was in. I hear the cock of a gun making me raise my head. The all too familiar sound ringing in my ears. "I don't believe you bitch, so you better tell me the truth or your brains are gonna end up on the wall." Ah there's the storm. "A gun doesn't scare me arsehole, I've had way worse things than that!" He steps forward into the light so I can see his features. He is extremely good looking but right now is not the right time to admire his beauty. I stare straight into his pitch black eyes, daring him to try harder than this. He smirks and leans forward searching my eyes. Before I can even register what's happening, he punches me in the face. *** Mature ContentComplete
Yours truly{Completed}
"You won't f*cking call him?!" She yelled, her voice evolved in a new level of dangerousness and antagonism. I kept on sobbing and shook my head but she just laughed like a psychopath. "Really? You dare defy---" "Stop it please! Calling him is like asking me to kill him. I can't carry his blood on my shoulder forever he's my f*cking boyfriend! My man!" I snapped and what she did next stole breath away from me. She grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged. She pulled me a few feet across the cement floor and I could hear Amina's scream in the midst of the chaos in my mind. "God she'll pull my hair out of my head" I thought I whined as one of her men threw me in the middle of the floor and I crashed to the ground. She finally grabbed my left upper arm and pulled me up to stand on my wobbling legs. Natalie slapped me hard on my face and I fell back on the floor. "I am sick and tired of your brave front! What a stubborn bitch. You've gotten enough on my nerves and I have no choice but to kill you. Now say your goodbyes to this unfair world Miss Conway"Complete
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Beggar
He whispered, "Don't make a sound." "How do you expect me to beg and cry for you?" I taunt and attempt to dig my nails in the hand he rested in front of me, eye level while I was on his lap. He squeezed the hand tightly before pushing it behind my back. He slapped my ass hard for the little comment, and I gawked. I've never been struck, or punished before. "I'm sure you'll find an alternative." Sayter stroked my hair, and spanked me again. - It's 1890, the Victorian Era. Theres a killer on the loose, and it's a pretty little thing named Victoria Vonscuets. Victoria fakes her job as a prostitute to lure her clients into bed with her and to their brutal deaths. But if she had a rival for notoriety, it was Sayter Hamel, a vicious, brutal crime lord who tortured and killed victims on his raider who owed more than they could give. When Victoria decides she wants to try and kill Sayter, she's caught and Sayter decides he'll keep her for himself and teach her submission. But Victoria has a plan to exceed the same goal, all she has to do is sell her soul. ⚠️WARNING THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT INCLUDING SEX, KIDNAPPING, TORTURE, AND A BDSM RELATIONSHIP SO IF THIS IS NOT YOUR THING MOVE ON⚠️Complete
The huge man carried me down to the ground floor, since apparently I still wasn't trusted to have the ankle chains taken off. We arrived in a big room with polished floorboards, leather seats, small coffee tables and black duck tape forming a line in the centre of the room. At the line where girls, some a bit older than me and some way older than me. The youngest one I could pick out was a blonde haired girl around 18, and the eldest in her early 30's. I was kicking against the huge man as much as the chains would let me, but he just dropped me to the ground in the line. I quickly got up, and looked at the occupants in the leather chairs. They were all men in business suites with glasses of beer. "Alright, first one up is this girl," the big man pointed at me, and my stomach twisted with disgust. "£150,000" I heard someone yell. "250,000" Another one said. "£300,000!" "Come on guys, the boss wants more than that!" The big man said with a smile. "I'll give you £600,000," said a cold voice from the back of the room. Everyone looked up in surprise at a man in his mid 20's who walked down the room to me. "3...2...1... sold!" ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ Completed ✔
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