"Privileged, spoiled little rich boy."
Ah, yes. Phrases such as these have followed me around since I was young, but I had never let it get to me. With the money and the glares that followed me wherever I tread came a very interesting name. Ezra. I happened to like it though in all honesty.
People thought that there was nothing to me but money and all of the things it could buy, which of course, they are wrong.
I had always had an interest in fighting. Nobody knew you, but they knew what you were capable of. No one was rich or poor, rather we were judged on skill. I have always had a favorite saying that I like to keep in mind at all times.
"Find what you love, and let it kill you."
His voice drops to a whisper, hot against my ear. "You're mine. No one else's."
The words hit like a punch to the gut. I freeze for a moment, feeling the weight of them settle in the air between us.
"No one will touch you like I will touch you. No one will look at you the way I do," he continues, his breath warm against my skin. "Because, princess, you are mine. And only mine."
I pull back, the heat on my face rising as my body bristles with anger. "Excuse me?" I snarl, meeting his eyes with a fierce glare.
"I'm no one's," I spit out, every word dripping with defiance.
Luca chuckles, that dark, dangerous laugh that sends a chill straight down my spine.
"That's where you're wrong, princess," he murmurs, leaning in close. His breath brushes against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. "If I have to carve my name into your skin for the whole world to see..."
He pauses, watching my reaction, a dark glint in his eyes. "I will."
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My name is Ezra Ferrari, I'm the heir to the Northern Italian Mafia.
I was born a killer.
I was born a monster
I was born to take out the Southern Italian mafia. Aka The Vincenzo's.
Follow me on a wild ride of love, lust and most importantly betrayal.