Loving The Mafia

Loving The Mafia

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"Bambola," Lorenzo warned," Put the spoon down. I'm scared shitless" He taunted. "Vaffanculo," I snarled (Fūck you) He chuckled," You already have." Taking my spoon armed hand, he lowered it. His touch made me feel weak at knees. Stupid Lorenzo. "Get out Lorenzo," I growled," You are not wanted here." "Come back to me, cioccolato ," He whispered looking me straight into my eyes. It's something I haven't seen in a while. His eyes were pleading and somewhat sincere. He quickly hid them leaving me looking into lifeless steel grey eyes. "No," Before I realized what was happening, he had a fist full of my hair. I groaned in pain. "You want me drag you out bombola?" He let out a low growl. "Fucking try culo(ass)" I kneed him in the crotch. ∆============∆ ❝For They Had A Love No One Can Understand.❞ Highest Rank: #5 in Romance Cover By @hindering Not Edited Excuse The Grammatical Errors Mature Readers. 16+ If You No Like It, Then You No Read It!
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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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