UNLAWFUL
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"Would you rather I fuck you here and now while the cops wait for us OR you turn me into the hands of a officers?" He asked his eyes glistening in lust and a smirk played on his lips
He knew my weakness
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Love You Endlessly
I will strip away all that you know, all that you love until you have no shelter but me "Please let me go" he begged looking at him with teary eyes how helpless he is all tied up by the person he hate the most "Why would i kidnap you if i wanted to let you go my dumb little mouse" he replied smirking _________ "You are my never ending though baby angel" _________Concluída
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He stared down at me with those cold dark eye's. Backing me up against the wall with his hand pressed against my throat he growled out. "Do you know the ways I could kill you? The things I could do to you babydoll? I'll ask you again, what did you see in my black bag?" Through tears, I stammered out. "N-nnothing. I saw nothing" Giving me that malicious smile of his, he spoke in that deep Italian accented voice "Good answer Laney, good answer". Finally letting me go, I placed my hand to my throat where his hand had burned into my skin, and watched him leave me standing there. Little did I know that when I robbed him as a prank it would change my life forever. LIttle did I know he harbored dark secrets and was the rising Italian mafia boss. Little did I know he would become so important to me. Little did I know that London Harper would own me heart, body, and soul. What the hell was I thinking. I came to this small southern town strictly for business, yet managed to get robbed by some college girl. If it had been anyone eles, they would be dead before the sun set, but I can't bring myself to harm her. She has become my obsession. I eat, breath, sleep Laney Valor. Wanting so bad to whisk her back to New York with me,to live the normal life for once, but how can I corrupt the soul of this innocent beautiful girl. She knows nothing of my darkness, nothing of the mafia lifestyle. Torn between what's right and what's wrong, I leave her behind, but this wicked women seems to keep popping up in my life in the most unexpected ways. Laney simply won't disappear. Let the corruption begin..... 🚫 Warning: This is a dark romance. Intended for mature reader's.Concluída
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𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said, stroking my face, "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your ol
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