Dante's Mafia

Dante's Mafia

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If you would have told me i'd be where I am now about four years ago...i would have thought you were insane.Absolutely deranged,mentally incapable of thinking sense.Because I knew I was a decent 15 year old teenager in my sophomore year.Yes I had issues but who doesn't.I always thought I would lead a normal life.Become a doctor,get married maybe even have kids.Live a happy,perfect life with the guy of my dreams...boy was I wrong.If I had known I would be where I am today back then,I would have ran far away.But god knows you cannot run from destiny.And god also knows that I cannot run now.For I am in a position I wouldn't want my worst enemy to be in. I am Danica Sinclair. And this is my story ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Danica Sinclair:Sweet sassy lovable kind caring These are the word to describe this feisty 15 year old sweetheart but behind that lovable facade lies hurt pain and sorrow.Danica comes from a dysfunctional family.She dreams of going off to university far away from the people she supposed to be closest to.She suffers from anxiety panic attacks and mental health issues on a daily basis but still manages to keep a smile on her face for her friends because they are the people that keep her sane.Her laughter could warm a dead mans heart...but could it warm his Dante Lombardi:Gorgeous italian heartless cruel nonchalant billionaire This 19 year old dominating beast can make the dead man flinch in fear by just a simple stare.He has a terrible past that made him this way .Made him the beast.He hasn't smiled,laughed or cried since then.He has worked since then to get where he is now.A billionaire at such a young age.He wasnt born into the mafia.No.quiet far from it.He was just a simple Italian boy that happened to stumble into someone he quiet frankly needed. From then he became the beast that no one could tame....but could one innocent 15 year old bring warmth to the dead beast? 30K-8/8/21
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"They say you're innocent, pure, a virgin-but I know you touch yourself every single day, thinking of me." Her back arched instinctively against me. Breath caught. "L-Lucian, I..." she whispered, trembling, hands clutching at me as if to push me away. I smirked darkly. "Cat got your tongue, gattina? Tell me... do you dream of me every night?" "I... I don't..." she stammered, heat crawling up her neck, her body betraying her despite the words. My smirk deepened. "So... if I slip a finger under your dress, you're telling me it's not soaked underneath?" Her gasp, sharp and unguarded, made my chest tighten. Knees threatening to buckle, every shiver, every ache-utterly exposed. I leaned closer, lips brushing her ear. "You're mine, gattina. Don't you forget it." ⸻ Isabella Rose Ledesma, 22, should have had a simple life: nursing school, exams, late-night study sessions with her best friend. She wasn't supposed to be noticed. Not by him. Lucian Dominic Vitale, 25, is whispered about with fear across continents. Cold-blooded, calculated, untouchable. A man who built his empire on violence, who bends the world with nothing but a word-and now, he's set his sights on her. One night, in the quiet shadows of a hospital hallway, he saw her-not just her face, not just her body, but the fire inside her. She didn't know it then, but that night, she became his-his weakness, his obsession, his possession. Even when he disappears without a trace, leaving only the memory of ice-blue eyes and ruthless control, Isabella realizes men like Lucian don't vanish. They haunt. They follow. They claim. Across cities, across oceans, he watches every move she makes-every stolen smile, every soft gasp, every secret thought. Lucian doesn't just want her heart. He wants her mind. Her body. Her soul. And when he comes back, Isabella will learn the truth: You don't run from the devil once he calls you his kitten. You kneel.

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