The Mafia Club

The Mafia Club

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"Are you afraid of me?" He whispered near her ear causing tingles to run straight down to her feet. "No..." she whispered back unsure if it was even the truth. He inched his lips closer but as soon as Maya closed her eyes he was gone. She was beautiful, talented and told herself she was not afraid when she finally met the handsome stranger who had a dark secret. After all, she had seen him for almost 3 weeks now at the club where she sang. But then why was everyone telling her to stay away? And what had she gotten herself into?
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"Look at me", he said in his dark voice and I looked into his stormy grey eyes. He closed the distance between us in one swift movement, his hand coming up to cup my face gently, as if he was afraid I'd disappear. And then, before I could even process what was happening, his lips were on mine. The kiss was fierce and consuming. It wasn't gentle or tentative. No, this kiss claimed me, staked a burning mark on my soul. His mouth moved against mine with a desperation I didn't understand, and yet, something inside me responded. It was as if I'd been waiting for this moment my entire life. My hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, my body acting on instinct alone. When he finally pulled away, we were both breathing hard, the air between us thick with unspoken words. His grey eyes bore into mine, intense and unwavering, as he whispered against my lips, "You are mine malyshka and no one can take you away from me." Growing up in the familia I knew all about duty and honor and for some time of my life I thought that my future was going to be based on these two virtues itself. Until a man barged his way and changed the very meaning of it all. My name is Maya Bianchi, the granddaughter of the consigliere of the Italian mafia, and this is my story.

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