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LuciaAfter Lorenzo left, I remained curled up on the floor, my eyes swollen and sore from crying. The weight of the ring on my finger felt like a shackle, cold and heavy. Every time I glanced at it, the heavy rock reminded me of my cage—the one Lorenzo had forced me into. I wish I could just die.After a while, a soft knock broke through my thoughts. I didn't answer, hoping whoever it was would leave. The door creaked open, and Maria entered, holding a tray of food.“Maria, please leave me alone,” I groaned."Signora," she said softly, her voice full of sympathy. "You need to eat something. It’s almost noon and you haven’t had breakfast."I shook my head, turning away from her. “I’m not hungry, Maria. Please, just leave me alone.”She sighed, stepping closer, and setting the tray on the nightstand. "I understand that you’re upset, but starving yourself won’t change anything.”I closed my eyes, trying to shut her voice out, but it only made the tears return, burning the backs of my ey
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As Lorenzo captured my lips with his, a soft gasp escaped me, but I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t. The kiss was possessive, and demanding, and I found myself responding in ways I didn’t think were possible. My hands gripped his shoulders as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against mine with an intensity that made my knees weak.A soft moan escaped my lips, betraying me, and every ounce of reasoning I had disappeared as he slid his tongue past my lips and I granted him entrance, mimicking his action.Lorenzo lifted me as if I weighed nothing, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, my arms clutching him closer. His strength was intoxicating, his body solid beneath my hands as he pressed me against the cool wall, his mouth never leaving mine. My heart pounded wildly in my chest, my body betraying the hate I knew I should feel for him.He broke the kiss just long enough to trail his lips down the side of my neck, his beard grazing my skin, sending sparks of sensation through
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As we sat in the restaurant, I watched Principessa try not to act nervous. She was shaking her legs under the table, her fingers tapping lightly against her glass.I reached beneath the table and placed a firm hand on her thigh, stilling her movements. “Relax.”She looked up at me, startled, then let out a small, nervous laugh. “Sorry,” she murmured, offering me a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.I studied her for a moment. “What’s wrong?”“Nothing,” she said quickly. Then, after a beat, she exhaled and admitted, “I’ve never been in a restaurant this fancy before. And people keep glancing at me.”I followed her gaze, noticing how some of the patrons stole quick looks in her direction before averting their eyes. My hand tightened slightly on her thigh.“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” I told her, my voice low and even. “Everyone in here knows exactly who I am. None of them would dare disrespect you because you’re my wife.”She nodded and reached for her glass of water, tak
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I froze, my milkshake forgotten, as Elena casually dropped the bombshell.“What did you just say?”"Rumor has it John is on the run," she repeated.My stomach twisted. I set my drink down carefully, my fingers tightening around the cup. "Are you sure?"Elena nodded, her expression serious. "I heard that he hasn’t been seen in the last twenty-four hours. Lorenzo’s men are looking for him. Maybe he stole from him again and decided to skip town."A sharp exhale left my lips as I processed her words. Deep down, I prayed it was true. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’d stay gone for good. Maybe, without him around, I could finally find a way to help my mother.After brunch, we hit the shops. At first, I had every intention of shopping just to spite Lorenzo, to take full advantage of the unlimited card he’d given me and piss him off. But after hearing about John’s disappearance, my heart wasn’t in it. Instead, I bought only a few things for myself, but I made sure to pick out clothes for my m
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I stormed out of Lorenzo’s bedroom, my heart hammering against my ribs. I couldn’t stand the way his gaze seemed to pierce into my very soul, stripping me bare. He was wrong. There was no way I cared for him. I still hated him and that hadn’t changed.Needing a distraction, I headed to the library, determined to lose myself in a book. My fingers trailed over the spines until I settled on a book on the second world war. It wasn’t the type of book I would usually go for, but Lorenzo’s collection was as dark and intense as the man himself—history, philosophy, and war.Hours slipped by unnoticed, the afternoon sun casting golden light through the tall windows. My stomach grumbled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. With a sigh, I closed the book and made my way to the kitchen.Maria was there, assembling sandwiches with her usual warm smile. “I was just about to bring these up to you,” she said, holding up a tray. “With some freshly squeezed orange juice.”I returned her smile.
Forced To Marry The King Of Mafia Do You Care?
I was a little shocked that Lorenzo had gone to the trouble of saving the women and children. It wasn’t what I expected from a man like him and I couldn’t help being surprised.He must have noticed the surprise on my face."You seem surprised," he murmured, his voice low and unreadable. "What? You thought I’d let innocent women and children be sold like cattle?"I hesitated, my fingers stilling for a moment. The truth was, I had no idea what to think. I’d seen the cold, ruthless man he was capable of being. The one who killed without hesitation. The one who forced me into marriage.When I didn’t answer, he exhaled sharply. "I might be a monster, Principessa, but not that kind. Women and children are off-limits. Always." His voice was firm, unwavering. "And I don’t allow that kind of filth in my territory either.”Something inside me shifted. I wasn’t sure why, but I believed him. Maybe it was the conviction in his voice, or the way his expression hardened with something close to disgus
Forced To Marry The King Of Mafia I Don't Care
I ignored the way the nickname sent a shiver down my spine. “Someone has to,” I shot back. “And I don’t see anyone else here.”His gaze lingered on me for a moment before he smirked. “I’m almost convinced you care about me.”I tried convincing myself that I didn’t, but I knew that was a lie. I didn’t know why I cared. I shouldn’t. I should just leave him to his business and go back to pretending like none of this concerned me. But against my better judgment, the words slipped out before I could stop them.“I don’t. But you need to get that wound cleaned.”Lorenzo poured himself another drink, tilting the glass to his lips and swallowing it down in one go. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he drank, and when he set the empty glass back on the bar, his dark gaze lifted to mine.The way he looked at me sent a slow, unsettling shiver down my spine. There was something about it—something unreadable, something that made my breath catch.Then, to my surprise, he nodded. “Okay.”He turned, heading t
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I woke up with Lorenzo’s name on my lips, my pulse was erratic, my skin flushed with warmth, and the vivid images of what he had done to me in my sleep left me breathless. For a moment, I felt bad waking up from the dream. I groaned, throwing an arm over my eyes as if that could make feel any better.Get a grip, Lucia.I forced myself out of bed, my legs still shaky as I padded toward the bathroom. The cold tiles did little to cool the heat coursing through me, and I gripped the sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Eyes filled with confusion stared back at me, lips slightly parted.This wasn’t me. What was Lorenzo doing to me?I turned on the faucet, splashing cold water on my face before using the toilet and brushing my teeth. As I picked up my comb, I absentmindedly ran it through my hair before gathering it into a ponytail. I reached for my makeup bag, my fingers pausing when I realized what I was doing.I was putting on makeup for him. In the morning, when I had nowhere t
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I couldn’t believe what I had just done.Me. Lorenzo Gonzalez. On my knees. I had never gone on my knees for any woman or anyone for that matter. It was unheard of. Unthinkable. But for her, I had done it. And the worst part? I would do it again.The realization twisted in my gut like a blade. What was she doing to me? I was not a man who bowed to anyone. Not to my enemies, not to my allies, not even to my own blood. Yet tonight, I had found myself kneeling before her, lost in her scent, her taste, the way she had trembled beneath my hands.My hands curled into fists, frustration burning through my veins. I was losing control and I hated it. Sleep was out of the question. If I stayed in this bedroom a second longer, I would find myself at her bedroom door, desperate for another taste. That wasn’t an option. I needed to get a grip.Stripping off my shirt, I stalked to my private gym. The cool air did nothing to soothe the fire raging inside me. I wrapped my hands, my movements rough, a
