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Being the daughter of the Mafia King always had its disadvantages and its advantages. Leah is going to be Queen and she has some problems to deal with. She falls in love with one of the mafia bosses and they have to fight to be together.
Do you believe in destiny? That connection between two souls who were meant to be before... and now. "Lightning never strikes the same place twice." Let me prove you wrong... because destiny always finds a way to strike twice.
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I followed the maze of halls leading down to the only open stairwell. Jogging down the steps, the temperature, and the noise level grew the closer I got to the basement. I pulled open the door and the smell of sweat and blood mixed with the dustiness of the usually vacant building hit me. The sounds and smells of a fight surrounded me. Every smack of skin against skin was met with extreme applause and shouts for more.
"Boss," Chris shouted over the loud crowd.
"What's going on?" I scanned the room. "Where's Lucas?"
"We have a problem with one fighter," he says. "Lucas is dealing with it."
"Cazzo." Pushing through the crowd, I brushed past my security and walked into a long hallway. I pushed open the temporary locker room to see Lucas and Ben in a deep and heated conversation.
Ben looked embarrassed as he looked at me. "Man I told them it wasn't a big deal. Just a stupid thought."
I had no fucking clue what he was talking about, but I wasn't about to tell him that. "Still a thought you had. Which means it's something I need to know. Now I want to hear it from you. Where's your head at?"
"This man, he comes in here telling me I could make more at other fights. He said I could go more often. Every day, if I wanted. Then he flashes me some cash and says my signing bonus would be even more. My ma works her ass off, taking care of my little brother and sister. I help, but it isn't enough."
I fought to keep my temper. Despite only being nineteenth, Ben was new to the circuit. He had a gift, fancy footwork, giving him an edge and a nickname. "You know why you fight once a week?" He shook his head. "It's because your body needs time to heal. If you fight every day, you'll get ripped apart within a couple of months, and that'll be it." He mumbled something as he looked down. "You need more money. You tell Chris about it. If he thinks you're earning it, he'll make it happen. But don't believe the bullshit lies some jerkoff is spouting."
"That's why it was just a thought," he says. "I get offers like that; all the time, but this guy seemed different from the others. He said his name was James Costa. He even gave me his business card."
My patience with that man was running low. "Where's your manager?" The man who's in charge of stopping anyone from talking to my fighter.
He shrugged. "No clue."
"All right kid, you're up soon, so we'll let you get ready." I opened the door and Lucas followed me out. Taking a few steps, we passed another door.
When I heard a small noise, I took a big step back and opened the door. "Fuck," I yelled, wishing I had some bleach to throw in my eyes. Looking up, I shook my head. "Is there a reason you're not in there with your fighter?"
"He said he wanted some alone time," he lied. "I was just... I mean, I figured."
"Wait!" The woman said, no longer having her mouth full. "You said Ben wanted me to... you know, but only if I was good." Not looking back into the closet, I looked toward the locker room.
When Chris opened the door I yelled, "You ask dickhead here to go get you a girl?"
Ben stepped into the hallway as he wrapped his hands, shaking his head. "No. I don't fuck on fight night."
I looked into the room. "Try again."
"You fucking pig," the girl screamed, throwing herself at him.
Lucas walked into the closet and grabbed her. Her eyes met mine. "Get lost." She ran out of the closet. Turning back to Ben again. "You attached to him?"
He shook his head. "Nah. He ducks out early and shit."
"Fire him."
Shrugging, Ben turned to him. "You're fired." He started his excuses, but Ben returned his attention to me.
"Chris will find you a new manager, a new trainer, all that shit. If you have issues, you go to him. Or if you need to, you contact Mr. Moretti or me. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," he said with a nod.
"If I catch you at any of these fights, you're going to regret it," I promised him. "You're out of this circuit. You don't leave one of my fighters alone for someone to approach him. Especially if it's so you could get off using his name."
"You can't do that!" He screamed before catching himself and stepping back.
"The thing is, I can do that. I can also make sure that you're out of all the circuits in the city. Actually," I started before pausing. Unbuttoning my suit coat, I leaned in the doorway with my hands in my pockets. I knew my gun was visible by the way his eyes dropped and shot back up; his face turned pale. "I can make sure no one sees your face again. You'll be a whisper of a has-been, eventually forgotten." I straightened up and took a step closer. "Are we clear?"
"Yes," he said as he sank to the floor.
"Good." Turning, I walked out of the closet. "Find Costa." When we reached the fight room, we split up. I made it to the other side before I found him. "What are you doing here?"
"Just checking out the competition," he says as he takes a sip of his beer.
"Finish your beer and leave." I walked away before he can say anything else.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..."Â But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."