What happens when a psychologist like Molly finds herself entangled with a ruthless mafia lord? Caught in a web spun by her ex's mafia Dad, she feels a strong longing for him, igniting a desire she never expected. Despite her efforts to resist this sweet temptation, she finds herself yearning for more. "I want you all wet for me, little kitten... Wet for me, Molly," my ex's mafia Dad murmured, his eyes smoldering with desire as he pinned me against the wall.
View MoreMOLLY'S POV "What the hell!" I gasped, my eyes wide in disbelief.The second man turned to face me, and he looked even more dangerous than Ferraro. His piercing gaze held a menacing intensity that sent a chill down my spine.Apart from the fact that Ferraro got here before me, even though I was running, I was so shocked and scared to realize he was one of the people hurting my sister. I wasn't even surprised that he turned out to be this kind of monster; he had always acted like one. But he shouldn't be unleashing his monstrous side on my sister—not at all.I don't know why they're hitting Chloe, but the sight of her right now breaks my heart more than anything. No matter what happened, they shouldn't treat her like this—like she's an animal. My hatred for Ferraro only deepens."How dare you barged in here!" the angry man beside Ferraro yelled furiously. But his words, cold and cutting, didn't make me shake or tremble. At that moment, my fear was eclipsed by a surge of anger and hatr
MOLLY'S POV "Oh my goodness! I can't let that old bastard catch up to me!" I mumbled, running as hard as I could. I swear, I've never run like this in my life.I haven't rested since morning, and ever since I got to the club, I've been on the run. I'm already feeling exhausted; I think I might collapse at any moment.I keep running, not stopping for even a second. A few times, I glance back to make sure Ferraro isn't following me, and the fact that...He’s not following me brings me some relief, but I still need to get out of this club completely because of the bastard who was after me earlier.Hasn’t Chloe noticed that I’m no longer in the middle of the dancing crowd? If I didn’t know her better, I might think she didn’t care, but I do know her. Still, I can’t figure out what’s going on in her mind right now.I hope she realizes that I'm in a bad situation and that I really need to get out of here. This isn’t my kind of place, and I swear I’ll never come back to a place like this ag
MOLLY My eyes widened, and my heart pounded in my chest, threatening to leap out as I stared at the figure I never expected to see again: Ferraro Mendoza, sitting confidently on the small couch in the room.The worst part was that his bare, undeniably sexy chest was exposed, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. The temperature in the room seemed to rise as I struggled to believe my eyes...Ferraro's mischievous eyes were fixed on me as he was smoking heavily. I knew what I had written in my paperwork; he shouldn't be out of prison by now, yet here he was."I told you we would meet again, doctor. So don’t be so shocked. Your paperwork is useless when it comes to Ferraro Mendoza," he said, and I swallowed nervously before standing up on my feet."So what!" I exclaimed, trying to act bravely in front of him, just as usual."Did you get out of prison to seek revenge on me for what I wrote about you? Just so you know, if you lay a finger on me, I swear you'll find yourself back in
"Chloe, hold on! It's way too crowded here. Can’t you just let me stay in the corner? I’d much rather be there," I said uneasily as she tugged me into the bustling crowd of people dancing. I couldn't stand the sight of some of those men, completely wasted, which made me feel even more uncomfortable.Did I make a mistake by coming here? Obviously, yes. I’ve never been in a place like this before and never imagined I would be. I thought it would help me clear my mind of Jaxon, but now I regret my choice. I haven’t even been here for ten minutes, and I already can’t stand it.This kind of place has never been my thing, and I know I’ll just fall back on my usual habit of reading whenever I’m feeling down or need to clear my head. I can’t seem to embrace any other things besides reading. I wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible; I hated it so much, but Chloe was making it even harder."No way! You're dancing with me!" Chloe exclaimed, her excitement palpable, and I let out a frus
"I'm just saying," Chloe remarks, casually shrugging as she transfers an omelet onto a plate. "It's definitely a red flag if a guy doesn't want to meet her friends and family. Seriously, who is this Jaxon guy, anyway?"I freeze on the stairs, just three steps from the kitchen, holding my breath in hopes of catching more of what Chloe and Dad really think."I'm just saying," Dad replies, shrugging in his chair at the table. "You should trust Molly a bit more. She's a smart girl." He turns to me, locking eyes. "Aren't you, kid?"I frown, feeling embarrassed to have been overhearing their conversation. I descend the last few steps into the kitchen and plant a kiss on Dad's cheek before taking a seat next to him. "I’m smart, but I’m not a kid anymore. Maybe it’s time to change that nickname.""Never," he replies, smiling at me. "You'll always be my kiddo."Chloe sets a plate of eggs in front of me, giving my head a playful pat. Even though we’re not related by blood, she treats me just li
I hesitate before taking my seat across from him, acutely aware that I’m the doe and he’s the wolf. It feels as though he could spring across the table at any moment and devour me.Then I notice a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as his gaze sweeps over me, and I freeze, caught like a deer in the headlights. I clench my jaw, forcing myself to remember that he is the villain in this scenario.“So,” I say, turning my attention back to my papers, my nerves bubbling beneath the surface. You’ve done this a thousand times, Molly! I remind myself. You could do this in your sleep! “Could you please state your name and place of birth?”“I believe,” Ferraro replies slowly, “that you’re already familiar with my history.” He leans back, studying me with an unsettling intensity.I lift my gaze to glare at his audacity—he’s so rude. But, unfortunately, he’s correct. Everyone in this city knows this information. I quickly fill the form.I look up at him, once more taken aback by how m
Ferraro rests his shoulder against the cold bars of his cell, his strong arms folded across his chest.What was he doing in this local prison, designed to handle the overflow from the city's out-of-control gangs? He was their king, after all.And to think, Ferraro had chosen to be here.A sneer curls his lip as he shakes his head, questioning whether he made the right choice in deliberately getting himself caught, all for the slim opportunity to speak with the warden.Two police officers approached him. “Ferraro?” one of them asks. “The warden wants to see you.” They cuff him and lead him to the warden’s office.Ferraro takes a seat in front of him, silent, waiting for the officers to exit.“So,” Beau says, shutting his file. “I’m surprised you had the guts to come to my turn for a negotiation, Ferraro. That’s bold.”What the public doesn’t realize is that Warden Beau doesn’t just run this prison; he uses his power to carve out a substantial role in the city’s underworld. He’s as corr
I always thought my sister was right when she said I was just being a nerd and naive because my ideal type is someone who loves reading novels, enjoys talking about them, and is also respectful, as if my sister understands what I mean by respect.I mean someone who wouldn't rush things with me; once we start dating, he shouldn't be in a hurry to get under my pantie. That's what I want in a man, but my sister thinks that kind of man only exists in the 21st century. I think that's why I haven't lost my V-card yet, and it's also why I've never had a boyfriend or truly loved someone. My sister and anyone who hears about my ideal type always find it amusing.But I'm living in my fantasy right now because I have found my ideal type. He showed up in my life just when I needed him. Jaxon and I have been dating for more than two months now, and I can honestly say it's one of the best things that has ever happened to me. We love each other deeply, and he's so handsome—just like I always imagine
I always thought my sister was right when she said I was just being a nerd and naive because my ideal type is someone who loves reading novels, enjoys talking about them, and is also respectful, as if my sister understands what I mean by respect.I mean someone who wouldn't rush things with me; once we start dating, he shouldn't be in a hurry to get under my pantie. That's what I want in a man, but my sister thinks that kind of man only exists in the 21st century. I think that's why I haven't lost my V-card yet, and it's also why I've never had a boyfriend or truly loved someone. My sister and anyone who hears about my ideal type always find it amusing.But I'm living in my fantasy right now because I have found my ideal type. He showed up in my life just when I needed him. Jaxon and I have been dating for more than two months now, and I can honestly say it's one of the best things that has ever happened to me. We love each other deeply, and he's so handsome—just like I always imagine...
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