I couldn't get the way Bambi moaned my name out of my head. It was so hypnotic, and it made me hard just thinking about her. Hearing her sweet voice in my head. Christopher Wallace, popularly know as De Rossi, an assassin to the most notorious Mafia gang in the world was hired for a mission but unknown to him, he didn't know the mission was going to turn to be the beginning of the end of the cold and loveless life he's always used to. Amila, a 20 year old beauty, lost all her family to a car accident and since then her life has been miserable. She hired an assassin to do what she was to cowardly to do, take her own life but this event turned out to bring the sun she's lost since the night of her parents accident
Christopher's POV
The bastardo knows why I'm here and what I want. He has information I need to get for my boss. Luciano is "the leader of the Italian mafia." I just work alongside him as his top assassin.
While I'm not a blood member of the family, he treats me as such because we've been best friends since we were kids.
We respect each other, and although I don't tell him this, he is the only family I truly have and trust.
"Now are you going to tell me what I want to hear, Rick, or are you just going to keep losing fingers?" I don't usually do torture; I just kill the target and collect payment. But when it comes to Luciano, I step in and assist when asked to.
"I-I- don't know anything. I swear, p-p-please have mercy. I have a family." The man begged-oh, I just love when they beg. As if I'm going to listen. I enjoy what I do.
I take pleasure in punishing and ending the lives of others. I turn to my left and look at Luciano, and he begins to speak, "Now, Ricky, you know I don't like liars. I know you stole information about my shipments and sold it to the Russians. I'm not stupid."
Luciano was livid and you could hear it in his voice. I, on the other hand, could care less about his shipments. I'm just here for the kill.
"Come on, Rick, the faster we get through this, the faster I can put an end to your miserable life," I said it with an all too wide smile just to freak him out more. His eyes told me everything. I could read him like a book. I knew who he gave the information to too, but I wanted to see if he would tell Luciano.
Of course he wouldn't, and I was beginning to get bored, so I took that as my cue to kill him. I brought out my gun and shot him between the eyes.
Luciano turned to me angrier than ever, "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR? I NEEDED THE INFORMATION HE HAD YOU FUCKN IDIOT!" My face remained neutral, and I didn't say a word; I just took a folded piece of paper from my back pocket and handed it to him. He eyed it suspiciously. "What the hell is that?" I rolled my eyes.
"Just fuckn take it." He opened it and looked at the messy writing on it. "The Bekinstos?" I shook my head and began to walk away. "How the hell did you get this?" I continued walking and didn't respond. I got to my car and headed to my place. As soon as I walked in, I grabbed my other phone, which I keep in a safe behind the painting in the living room.
As a side job, I do freelance, as I like to put it. Throughout my whole life, I've been building a reputation that started when I was born. I was known as the devil's son; my father was just as bad as me. He raised me to be a cold son of a bitch. I never liked him and don't have fond memories from the beatings to the verbal manipulation. I loathed that man with my whole essence.
I killed him when I was 17, so from then on people talk and said I was the "Il mietitore" (The Reaper) I don't like the name much but hey, as long as they fear me and show
respect. I don't care what the hell they call me.
Looking down at my phone, I see 3 new messages from different people stating that they have a "job" for me. The jobs range from kidnapping and bringing said target to a location and collecting money, all the way to just taking out a target. I don't ask questions; I just get half now, half after, and then I give them a Polaroid picture for proof, just to remind them of what they did.
On my phone are 3 different numbers. 2 are asking for kidnappings, and 1 is asking to take out a hit. I usually don't meet people in person just for precaution; even if they had something planned, they wouldn't get far.
So I chose to text back the person that wants a hit taken out; those are the quickest, and I don't feel like doing much work tonight. The message says they want to take out a 5'6 blue-eyed brunette living in the east side apartment 1104.
I ask for the money to be wired to an encrypted account I always use. Sure enough, minutes later I receive payment, but I notice it's in full. So I ask, "You trust me enough to not run with the money, ragazzo?" (Boy)
"Not so much trust, let's just say I've heard enough to know you won't disappoint." "consider it done."
And with that, I put my phone down and began digging for information on my next target. And from what I can tell by looking up the tenants of said building on the east side, I have a name and a little more information that I don't care for because in a few hours this person will be no more. Alima Smith will be just another name on a gravestone.
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Alima's POV
"Alima baby, I need you to finish frosting that cake for me; please, they pick it up tomorrow." Sunny is the owner of the bakery I have had the pleasure of working in for the past few months. She's a sweetheart, and after I lost my family, she took it upon herself to help me in any way she could. "Sure, I'm almost finished; don't worry."
While I enjoy frosting cakes and seeing our costumes every day, I can't help but let my mind always drift off to its dark abyss.
While frosting the cake, I think about life. How far I've come because I'm all alone. No family, no support system except Sunny, of course.
But she can only go so far. While putting the final touches on the blue and pink flower petal cake.
I begin to think about my plans for the night. I get out of work at 6:30. Closing up shop with Sunny is always the saddest part of my day because I have to leave her and go to my small, lonely apartment a block from here.
Speaking of, I just about finished this cake and am sealing it in the refrigerator for tomorrow morning.
While emptying the cash register, Sunny said, "Oh Alima, what on earth would I do without you?"
"Ugh, close up shop and finally retire and stay home with Matt all day? "
"Don't be silly; I wouldn't trade my independence for the world, not even Matt." I smiled the most genuine smile I could muster, even though my ability to be happy died the same day my parents and brother did.
"Awe, sunny, don't let him hear you; he'll throw a fit." Still smiling she paid me for the night and sent me on my way home.
On my daily walks to my apartment, I tend to get lost in thought the moment my earbuds are put in and I begin my walk home.
Never thinking anything important other than what kind of cake I'll be assisting Sunny in baking tomorrow.
When I finally reach my baby blue door with grey numbers reading 1104 I grab my keys and let myself in.
Walking into my minimal 1-bedroom apartment with depressing grey walls and dingy old furniture, I am grateful. I go straight to my room and begin undressing to start my routine of taking a shower and relaxing to classical music.
While undressing in the bathroom, I can't help but stare at the girl in the mirror. She was happy once, even though she looked normal on the outside; her mind was slowly killing her on the inside. Rapid thoughts enter and exit while I stare, "Why wasn't it me?"
"Why wasn't I in that car with them?" "Why did they leave me?" "I'm going to be alone forever." "I miss you, mommy, daddy, and of course you too, Jamie." Tears start to brim in my eyes, slowly running down my pale cheeks, which were once tan like my mother's.
I hate myself for not being in that car with them. I was supposed to go, but I didn't go because I thought missing one of my father's business meetings wasn't important. I threw a fit and said I had really bad cramps. My mother, being loving and understanding, let me stay home. In shaky legs, I slowly got into the shower.
As soon as the hot water hit my skin, I managed to fall to my knees, sobbing, recalling that fateful day.
Rita Locke, the fearless and cunning Don of the Italian Mafia, has carved a path for herself in a world dominated by men. Trained to be a ruthless killer from an early age, she commands respect wherever she goes. Her power is unmatched-until her father shatters her carefully built empire by arranging her marriage. Chase Rodriguez, the cold and calculating leader of the American Mafia, is a man who thrives on control. Known for his cruelty and unyielding demeanor, Chase views life as a game, and breaking others is a skill he's mastered. When fate forces these two formidable forces to unite in marriage, chaos ensues. Will these two predators find an unexpected sanctuary in one another, or will their volatile natures lead to destruction? "I don't remember signing up for strip poker," she quipped, her lips forming a soft frown that didn't quite mask the amusement in her sharp gaze. She knew she couldn't win this game-but that didn't mean she'd back down. "Are you quitting? A quitter, are you?" I taunted, enjoying the way my words needled her. Her lips twitched in annoyance before she pressed them into a tight line. The blue in her eyes darkened, and a dangerous smirk played on her face. She slipped off one of her sandals and held it up, letting it dangle from her finger before tossing it aside. Her raised brow was a challenge, one I couldn't ignore. I had gotten under her skin-exactly as I planned.
"Mabel..." he warned as I gently squeezed his hardness through his slacks, causing him to curse under his breath. Walter wrapped his hand around my neck, pulling my face closer to his. "I know what you're trying to do, bella," he whispered, a sexy smirk playing on his handsome face as I moaned, feeling his other hand slide down between my legs, roughly massaging me. "And if you don't stop, I'll bend you over the table and spank that cute ass of yours in front of everyone. Do you understand?" I looked down with a flushed face and slowly nodded my head. "Good." One Friday night, Mabel Stone-a breathtakingly beautiful, innocent, and successful lawyer-has a chance encounter with an insanely handsome, gorgeous, and sexy man. Little does she know, he's one of Italy's most powerful and successful businessmen. What was just a one-night stand for Mabel meant something much more to him, and he isn't planning to let her go so easily. As things heat up between them, their nights become wild and full of passion. But what dark secret is Walter Robinson hiding? Warning: Contains mature language and adult, sexual content.
"Fuck. You." I watched as his brown eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw. He stared at me for what felt like minutes. Before I knew it, he had me pressed against the wall. One hand was above me and the other gripped my jaw, sending shivers through my body, but in an addictive way. "Talk to me like that again, Anabelle, and I'll make you scream it," he whispered angrily. His words made my heart race and I felt a rush of arousal. I tried to push his hand away, even though I knew I couldn't. When I didn't respond, he let go and stepped back. "Get ready, Anabelle, and if you're not ready by eight, I'll come do it myself," he threatened, walking away. I would love to see him try. Fuck him, fuck him, and fuck him. Total Warning: abuse, intense sexual assault, violence, CNC, sexual content WITH consent.
"How do I survive without you when everything about my life has been constructed around your love?" Please note, this narrative delves into themes of gun violence, assault, and explicit language. Embark on a journey through the shadows of the mafia underworld, a realm shrouded in mystery and laden with secrets that beg to be uncovered. Unaware of the storm that awaits her, she steps into the swirling chaos of her cousin's engagement party, only for her gaze to be captured by an enigmatic figure. His name? Daemon Prescott. With his towering presence and mesmerizing blue eyes, he stands as a beacon of intrigue and danger. As their paths cross, a tumultuous saga unfolds, marked by gunfire, bloodshed, and the intricate web of familial ties. Amidst the drama and turmoil, a question lingers—was their encounter a twist of fate?
Reader's discretion is advised, use of strong and violent language and sexual assault. Rated 18+ Sandra Peters used to have a really fancy life, and her brother always made sure she got whatever she wanted. But he kept her sheltered from the tough parts of life outside her rich bubble. Everything changed one night when a really scary guy took everything away from her. Now, Sandra is stuck in a world she didn't know existed, dealing with the tough stuff she never saw coming. Even though things are really hard, she can't help but be curious about a guy who's definitely not good for her. This guy, Albertino, is like the embodiment of all the bad stuff in the world. He scares people, and he actually enjoys seeing the fear in their eyes before he hurts them. But when Sandra looks at him without being scared, he gets interested. In a world where being curious can get you in big trouble, Sandra and Albertino can't resist wanting things they shouldn't. They're caught up in their own curiosity, facing risks and dangers. But it's not just their interest in each other they have to worry about; there's also a big war looming in the background, making their situation even more complicated.
Warning: Has sexual scenes and profane language. "I want your cock buried in my throat when you wake and drilling my pussy before you sleep. Stefan, you're my addiction and I don't want any rehabilitation." At 26 years old, Stefan Todd is a professional hockey player, known for his skills and fame in the NHL. Recently, he made the move to the upscale Citrus Grove Community, a stark contrast to his life on the ice. Meanwhile, in the same luxurious neighborhood resides 23-year-old Carrie Stone, the enigmatic author behind the renowned pen name, Dani Viola. Her life is a well-guarded secret, known to the public only through her literary works. Stefan settles into his enormous and stunning new house, which happens to be right next to Carrie's equally impressive residence. However, their initial interactions are far from neighborly. The spark of animosity ignites when Stefan's inaugural "housewarming party" involves blaring music at 2 a.m., disturbing Carrie's peaceful night, and one of his guests even ends up vomiting in her petunias. He's the embodiment of a rebellious partygoer, embracing a lifestyle filled with late-night revelry, while Carrie values her quiet, allowing her to immerse herself in books and solitude. They are, in essence, polar opposites. Nevertheless, a strange magnetism begins to draw them together. Stefan can't help but be captivated by the alluring contours of Carrie's perfect figure, and Carrie herself finds her thoughts wandering to the image of Stefan's finely sculpted physique intertwined with hers. Amid the increasing sexual tension and a growing, undeniable lust, they both grapple with desires that they wish they could suppress. Their desires burn like an unquenchable fire, forcing them to confront their attraction and consider whether there's more to each other than meets the eye.
While Sienna reached the pinnacle of her success, Julian remained the forgotten son of his family, the one who had secretly stolen her first kiss in the shadows of the night. As Sienna hit her darkest moment, Julian returned home, leaving his life behind, only to witness her tears glistening in the moonlight as she reluctantly accepted another man's proposal. When Sienna needed Julian more than ever, he had risen to a position of power and had become her most steadfast pillar of support. "Please marry me." There was no one else in the world who could love Sienna as deeply as Julian did.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"