Taken By Mafia, My Love Story
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  • Reads 305
  • Votes 13
  • Parts 11
  • Time 55m
Ongoing, First published Sep 19, 2022
Mature
She's at the end of her rope and she's ready to let go the only thing she wants is to escape and finally be happy can she do it?

Being the Mafia Boss of all mafias his life is anything but normal at least to the outside world. But to him killing and torturing is as normal as eating  breakfast in the morning. He has everything a person could want in life at least that's what he thinks.

What happens when they meet? Can his cold unmoved heart stay that way?
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