Chapter: 4: Summer RainJax Harper2 Weeks Earlier.With an epileptic cry and my muscles rigid from a mild spasm, I jolt out of a bad dream. My shirt is soaked with sweat, leaving it in a darker shade of brown, like I got plunged into a river.“Fuck.”I sigh and relax back in my seat. I'm in the backseat of my car, in the damn public, and heading to finish off business, yet what only remains my nightmare found a way to crawl out in the day- for the first time. This is a part of me that the world must never know. I've trained all my life burying it in the dark. I'm used to it, used to the feeling of being suffocated in my nightmares, and waking up with hard pimples that could prick your skin, but having daydreams is weird. It’s either I’m terribly relapsing or it’s just a normal reaction since I'm closer to the source. My focus slowly shifts to the bustling city. San Francisco is more beautiful than I recall; foggy hills, electric neighborhood, thriving technology. Still, I won’t spend another day breath
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Chapter: 3: Good Heavens... No, Bad HeavensNaked and obedient, I sit on the bed. My arm crosses my chest, barely covering my big breasts. The other stays in between my thighs, guarding my body. My eyes are on the masked man in front of me, not peeling away from his intense green eyes. Those piercing pairs that could see through even the darkest soul, so charming and pure, only that they belong to a monster. The room is totally silent. As if he's counting every second, he taps his alligator boots on the wooden floor. He is rich… fucking rich. I can smell it. Feel it… But I still can't tell who he is.“How dare you?” He breaks the silence. His rich baritone, a smooth sultry British accent, echoes in the small room and brings chills down my spine. “How dare you steal the only thing I cherish, Tessa?” My eyes narrow. Steal? In one mili second, my brain rakes through the past. Never have I ever stolen. “You walk in so nonchalantly like the world is nothing.” He groans. “Sway those gracious hips and let the world burn wit
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Chapter: 2: My Life; His Game‘He knows my name?!’My body goes icy cold. In my head, millions of conflicting ideas take flight. Immediately I get a grip, I dash in like a lunatic, and slam the door shut. I secure the lock and press my back to the wooden door. My heart is pounding in my chest. ‘Who are you?’ I still can't get any words out. ‘Is it James?’ ‘No. James never smelled this good. He was always a mix of ginger and sweat. He used his excuse as a bar owner to never clean up.’ ‘Then who?’I don't have any friends in the city. I moved away from home just to get my shit together. Not having the time to think straight, I ensure the door is locked over and over again. Next, I close the windows, and sit up in bed, frightened. My shirt is literally soaked with sweat. The night is still fresh, and I am about to pass out from anxiety. ‘Call the damn cops! What if it's a false alarm?!’ Slowly, I lose grip of consciousness.I don’t know how long I passed out, but a text from my phone startled me. ‘Cleaning
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Chapter: 1: An Unforgettable Day Tessa Morris.“Men,” I choke on a laugh. “Just some nasty bunch of shitty heads.” I scoff. “It's been two fucking years since I…”The creepy silence makes me pause. Reality slowly sifts in, and I'm staring at the wide eyes of my book club members. They gasp in awe, including Miss Rebecca, the host. What the fuck?!Jerking out of my mind, I look at the blank page of my diary. I was supposed to be writing my thoughts on the question; describe your ideal man, not spew shit. “Tessa,” she gently approaches me. Her hair is tinted white, and she is in cooperative attire even though this meeting is informal. “Do you want to talk about it?” My jaws are still on the floor. Scanning the sea of heads, a pair of daring green eyes watch me. “Uh… no.” I stammer. My phone beeps, saving me a lifetime of explanation. ‘A new gig. The Thompsons need your cleaning services. 6 PM prompt - Manager.’It's just 4 and it will only take me twenty minutes of hopping the bus to get there. “I have to go.
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HIS: The Mafia King's Property
“... Your daughter just fell off the stairs and she's in a terrible state."
With just one call, Elara's seemingly perfect life tumbles. Drowning in endless debts and her daughter on the brink of death, she tosses her morality aside and takes the job of a bartender in a notorious club, 'Sinful Saint'. Dressed sexy to entice the predators in Sinful Saint, she is attacked by mobs, only to get saved by a gangster biker.
He turns out to be the Don Marco Conti, the son of her family's arch-enemy, and the shadow she dreads. After their reckless one-night stand three years ago, she fled home with a fake identity just to keep her child safe. Now, he's back to claim her; his property, and he'll go to any length to own her.
Marco isn't the type of man she should have around her baby. But armed with money and an irresistible aura, can she fight her fate? How long can she keep his child a secret?
P.S: This is a dark gritty book suitable for +18 audience ONLY. Contains hardcore sex, violence, themes of abuse.
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Chapter: 86: No Mercy GrantedMarco’s POV “Francesca, sit.”My command was stern, just as my tone was cold and gripping. She looked scared to her bones. Her eyes widened, body went still for a brief moment. Her eyes darted from me to the creamy brown mess on the floor. Without further hesitation, she sat on the edge of the bed, summoning as much composure as she could. “The coffee,” I looked at the broken chunks of the thick mug. “Who was it for?”“Ma'am Elara.” She said with a gentle bow. “She demanded I make her something soothing, but I don't know why.”“Hmm,” I scoffed. “Who handled the drugs from the doctor?” “Me, Don.” She taps her bosom. “He gave me the prescription as she should…”“Hey,” I snapped her out of her wildness. “You only speak when spoken to and only reply to what is asked.”She nodded. Her face looked terrified, it wasn't odd, considering that this side of me was new to her.“Since when do you have an Espresso in your room?” My feral gaze rested on her, monitoring her like a beast. “And wh
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Chapter: 85: Man DownMarco’s POV As cozy as a family, we lounged in the garden. Elara was beside me on the fancy bench lined by lilies and blooming flowers. Her head lay on my shoulder and her arms curled around my waist. I hugged her arm and pulled her in, my chin rested on her hair. I watched the little girl play freely in the garden. She chased Birdie and collapsed when Birdie was about to win. When the poor cat came to her rescue, she would hold the cat down, and run off. Elara's blood.Would our kids be this loveable and bubbly? I was a cold fucker. It would be awful if I had one resemble me, except the kid takes on Madre's genes. She was way too loveable. Violet ran in my direction and suddenly crouched on her knees. She giggled and crawled after the cat.“Baby,” Elara groaned. “You're gonna get yourself dirty.” Her motherly instinct swiftly kicked in. “Mama is tired, you'll have to wash them.”She reached for the little girl and I held her back. “Let her.” My eyes remained on the sweet sou
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Chapter: 84: Love BirdsElara's POV “I love you, Elara.”My heartbeat raced hard against my chest. For ages, I've waited till this day. I had planned my exact reply and how I would react, but now… I was dumbstruck.“So badly that I'd give up my life for you.” Marco continued his overdue confession, his tone was deeply laced with sincere emotions, anyone could feel it. “Elara, If you ever desire, I would give up my empire, and build a cozy family with you in the countryside.” His voice trailed off. He slightly ducked his head, but not without me seeing the glimpse of teardrop. My Marco Conti… The only man who made being a slave a luxury. “But if also wish to leave…”I didn't wait for him to finish, didn't let him try to push me away any further… and certainly didn't let my rational thoughts ruin this moment. Like a bee to hive, I latched onto him, melting into his arms like Gelato. Our worlds merged into one, with his taking a good dose of my sanity. My hands palmed his hard face and I kissed him. Hard
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Chapter: 83: Unforgivable Sin Elara's POV ‘Marco is a fucking bastard! A freaking piece of shit who will never deserve me!...Nor his child!’My heart was ripped into tiny shreds when I woke up to emptiness. The sedation had worn off, leaving me with subtle traces of pain from the odd burning sensation of the poison. At first, I was okay with the absence… a matter of fact, I didn't want him to know… I wanted to recover and go home. Then, Dr. Schwartz came in and informed me of my dead baby and Marco's departure. I wasn't sure how to feel… I wasn't sure if to explode…I still am not. It was how easily he chose his selfish desires over my well-being. And now, I would never live with an iota of regret for keeping his child away from him. “You're now free to go, Miss Elara.” Dr. Schwartz’s croaked voice blared. I looked down at my phone, and Marco still wasn't responding. I've been on it since last night. How cruel could the sweetest man get?Tears rolled down my cheeks and I turned away to wipe them, hiding m
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Chapter: 82: Silly TruthMarco’s POV‘Food poisoning?!’This was the first… and she wasn't close to Evelyn for me to recklessly throw the blame. Elara wasn't psychopathic either to try to poison herself…Oh, no!My heart was racing hard against my chest. I shut my eyes and tried to even my breath, just so the nasty thought would go away. I was losing my damn mind.Like a cripple, I bent and reached for the couch at the other end, then slumped in it. Slowly, I tried to take control of my emotions. Schwartz saw it. He knew it was his cue to leave.“I’m a call away.” He set the test result on the bedside table and hurried out.I stretched my long legs and my jaws clenched. My dark eyes pinned on Elara’s weak frame.‘Did she try to abort my baby?’I couldn't help but nurse the crazy thought. ‘Marco. FERMATI! STOP!’My mind screamed at me. But I couldn't push the thoughts away. ‘The baby was three weeks old, she might have gotten a clue, right?’‘Else, why did she choose for the time I was away to get terrib
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Chapter: 81: BrokenMarco’s POV“Miss Elara is fine… but we lost the baby.”Schwartz’s words drummed in my ears like a thunderstorm. Like a fired rocket, I dove into him, crumbling him to the ground with my heavy weight. He crashed in a heap but remained pressed down by my huge mass, no matter how hard he tried to escape. “Una cosa semplice, no? You had one fucking job!”My fist descended on him in a heavy punch. He cried and wriggled in pain. His nose squashed against my balled fist. He was bleeding, shivering, crying. “Mr. Conti…”My hands clutched around his fat throat and I started choking him to death. “Cazzo, non hai potuto salvare mio figlio! You couldn't fucking save my child!”He tried to defend himself, but he was choking to death. The door opened, with people rushing out to save the old man. They clustered around me and rallied, but dared not to touch me. Their voice drummed in my ears, but Schwartz’s croaked voice delivering the sad news got louder. Sweat dripped down my face and on
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