Aaron Russo
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Don of the Russo mafia.
"To kill or be killed"
He had many women in his life but the one thing he didn't do was love or relationships.
He said it was a weakness, something people can exploit and hold against you, something he can't have being the head of the mafia.
His main objectives are making money, killing traitors and over powering every other mob.
That's until he laid eyes on her.
Aaron Russo may not do love or relationships, but he knew she was going to be his.
She was made for him.
Florence Stan
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First year uni student.
Finally away from strict parents and boyfriend.
Studying, making friends and partying is on her agenda for the next three years while she stays in accommodation.
She wanted to see what she'd been missing over the years when her father wouldn't allow her to go out, that's untill she ends up at the wrong club at the wrong time.
His club.
Little did she know the "freedom" she thought she'd just gained would disappear once again.
She would no longer be her father's property but his.
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"Well you didn't think I'd just sit here, accept your deal and fall at your knees begging for you to be with me forever, did you?" I smile at her causing her smile to drop. "Don't answer that, you proved you were a freak when you kidnapped me. Anyways, since I have lived with my father for 18 years, I know what men like you and him are like, there's no way for me to get out of this. So, for the next two years I will do everything to make you hate me, I will make you wish you never brought me into your life. By time It gets to the end you will be begging my father to take me back."
I slowly get up and walk around the table till I'm right in front of her. Her breathing hitches as I sit on the desk with my hands on my knees, bent down inches away from her face "Princess, I don't beg, the only person who will be begging is you when you want me to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours. Don't make empty threats again
"You can't avoid me forever Lara"
I chuckled "I'm ignoring you, you idiot"
"Is it?" he slowly came towards me and pressed my body with his. Now I'm crushing between wall and him. My God please save me from this psycho.
We locked our eyes, I saw his grey one. His eyes are filled with lust. I can sense I'm turning on but I'll never allow that.
While I'm thinking about how to punch him, he suddenly slip his hand under my night wear rubbing my right thigh up and down. I'm in dead shock that my body can't move an inch from where I was standing, scratch that I was being crushing by this monster.
He slowly leaned towards my ear, rubbing his lips below my ear and whisper "looks like you're enjoying my touch." I give him a big smirk making him confused, it's reasonable because he don't know my next move..
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Zanvil Makarov 25, Russian, cold and merciless Mafia king, play boy.
Lara Charlotte 21, daughter of Italian mafia Don, infamous assassin who everyone is afraid of.
Top one mafia king and top one assassin who is trying to revenge her friend death. Will her identity get reveal? Will these two savage people become 'Savage Couple'?
𝓛𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽 🔞
I'm not embarrassed to say that my first story is a cliche one.