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Spellbound by the Mafia King

Spellbound by the Mafia King

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"Your fearlessness is a disguise; you're soft like butter, and I melt at your softness. There's nothing like it, Rita. You take my soul, and I don't want to have it back." "Kiss me like it's your last, Chase. Tears my bra, like silk hits fire; you steal my breath like a helpless kleptomaniac. You're indeed a maniac, but I want you every day." Rita Locke meets Chase while on a mission, to assasinate the leader of the Russian Mafia while he was on the same mission but the mission turned into an eternal moment of passion and love" Very Intense, sexually explicit and use of dangerous weapons is a major part of this novel, read with discretion.

Chapter 1 1

I held the razor sharp knife tightly. I took no notice of the way the blade cut deep into the flesh of my palm. I took no notice of my crimson blood which spilled out and stained the carpet below. It relieved me. To feel my body in physical pain was a great distraction from the emotional pain that troubled me. I wasn't one to harm myself but I didn't know how to react and my knife, it was just there.

Father wanted me to get married to a stranger. No, he forced me to. He left me with no choice. Granted, I could run. I could hide. But I won't. My whole life, I've been nothing but a disappointment to him, and this affirmed it. I was nothing more than a mere commodity, an object to trade at his will. He never fucking liked me, and I did nothing to earn his approval because I would never get it.

I am Rita Locke, the Don of the Italian Mafia. Father only passed it down to me because he is dying and he has no male heirs, which is quite unfortunate for the bastard. He didn't even have any illegitimate sons despite the fact that he fucked day in and day out. He hated watching me take over his mafia, making it mine, making the power mine. But I never asked for this life.

Sadly, I grew up as an only child being raised by maids and nannies. Father was far too busy, and he was disgusted by me anyway. The phrase 'Hai ucciso tua madre' (you killed your mother) was something I've heard every single day of my life. Mother, my beautiful mother died during childbirth. I didn't mean to kill her; I didn't ask to be born. So there he was my cruel, wicked father, who forced Mother into marrying him. I know he forced her, she can't have been in love with him.

The maids often told me what a beautiful mother was. How wildly spirited she was. And how her father broke her piece by piece. In a way I'm glad she's not here; she broke free, and I'm still here.

So here I sit, thinking of a way out. It was impossible. If I were to run away, my whole life would be false. I was born to be a Don. The power ran in my veins. Besides father would hunt me down and no doubt have someone slit my throat while I slept. Perhaps I could kill the bastard. But if someone found out, fuck, I'm screwed.

I'm only twenty-three, and he had offered my hand without even asking me. He never would have asked. The thought of marriage never crossed my mind. Perhaps a couple of times when I was a young girl. But I always imagined marrying a prince. Not the boss of the American fucking mafia.

The American mafia was well known for its reputation of being manipulative and brutal. They were deadly; even I was impressed. The mafia boss; I didn't know much about, but only his name. I was to be married to Chase Rodriguez. The roles of women in mafias are very traditional. To obey and serve. To be complacent doormats. Fucks sake. If Father thinks that uniting our mafia through marriage would mean me giving up my mafia to fucking Chase, he's got another thing coming.

And if Chase fucking Rodriguez expects me to obey and serve, I will gladly cut out his fucking heart and shove it down his throat. I am no one's doormat.

Father, as he put it, gave me away to form an alliance with the American mafia. To ensure peace between our mafia and theirs. No one wanted a war. So what do you think I should do? It was a strategic move, nothing more.

"KC!" I yelled. Not a moment later, a pretty blonde entered my bedroom. KC is my best friend and one of my many guards. She is highly intelligent and a skilled killer. I wanted a woman to be my personal guard, mainly to overthrow the patriarchal system in the mafia.

"KC I need you to call a maid to pack my things ready for tomorrow," I spoke as I stared down at my hand. Dried blood coated my fingertips as the cut in my palm still bled. The pain didn't bother me. I've suffered worse and survived.

KC nodded and walked over to me. She sighed, kneeling beside me. She gently held my hand in hers as she procured the knife from my grip. "Let's get you cleaned up." She smiled warmly. She didn't ask what happened; she knew.

I watched her bandage my hand gently and very neatly. I felt numb, cold, and alone. I sipped Bourbon from a crystal glass in hopes that it would make me feel warm inside, but it never did. My hand throbbed almost as much as the headache I've now acquired.

"Your father still wants you to marry?" KC asked as she took a seat on the edge of my bed, crossing her legs. She knows I've practically begged him to stop this marriage; she knows how he just laughed at me, telling me to fuck off.

"Yes." I walked over to my balcony windows and looked up into the night sky. Stars glimmered and shone, with a shooting star falling. I wished for happiness. I have argued with my father to no avail. It's a done deal. I ran a finger down my cheek, where my father slapped me last. I may not be bruised, but I will always remember. I closed my eyes as I wished for his death over and over again. If only I could do it and free myself, but that's another predicament. If I killed him, my mafia would turn on me. I would be shunned and disowned. After all, there is no crime greater than killing your blood.

I turned back to face KC. Her brown eyes held so much pity for me. I didn't like that one bit. But I appreciated her so much. "I just want to be alone right now," I spoke, my voice laced with sadness. Her eyes lowered to the ground. She walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder, in a way to reassure me. There was nothing more she could say or do. I felt her fingers lightly squeeze my shoulder before she left my room, closing the door behind her.

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2 Chapter 2 2
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3 Chapter 3 3
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4 Chapter 4 4
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5 Chapter 5 5
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6 Chapter 6 6
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7 Chapter 7 7
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8 Chapter 8 8
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9 Chapter 9 9
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10 Chapter 10 10
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11 Chapter 11 11
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12 Chapter 12 12
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13 Chapter 13 13
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14 Chapter 14 14
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15 Chapter 15 15
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16 Chapter 16 16
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17 Chapter 17 17
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18 Chapter 18 18
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19 Chapter 19 19
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20 Chapter 20 20
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21 Chapter 21 21
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22 Chapter 22 22
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23 Chapter 23 23
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24 Chapter 24 24
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25 Chapter 25 25
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26 Chapter 26 26
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27 Chapter 27 27
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28 Chapter 28 28
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29 Chapter 29 29
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30 Chapter 30 30
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31 Chapter 31 31
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32 Chapter 32 32
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33 Chapter 33 33
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34 Chapter 34 34
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35 Chapter 35 35
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36 Chapter 36 36
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37 Chapter 37 37
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38 Chapter 38 38
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39 Chapter 39 39
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40 Chapter 40 40
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