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I Vincenzo Romano, the deadliest man around the city of New York who is now known as the Boss of mafia life. I rule over the entire mafia familia since I am the consiglire of this city. No one has ever been able to make me down. I am the most powerful man slaughtering his enemies around my territory.
Love was not meant to me-it was my only weakness.
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I am Ella Riccardi, a simple girl who just moved to a new city under the human trafficking system. My faith made me stand on an auction stage and then they sold me...
After being Sold to Vincenzo, I thought my life was going to be a roller coaster but it all turn out to be apart. He was the devil of the entire city and I got to know he bought me under a crucial reason.
What was awaiting us was intense.
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"When I tell you to bent over, you are suppose to bent over." His says coldly and I quiver as I tremble with fear.
"Yes, sir." I mutter then do as he ordered.
"I like this better." His large palm vigorously lands on my ass and I squirm under his tight grip.
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