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*Alberto’s POV* My angel squirmed on my lap as I fed her breakfast. “Angel,” I growled in warning. “I don’t have time to fūck you again right now, so stop teasing.” She poked her bottom lip out like the brat that she was, forcing my lips to tug upward into a smile. Fūck, I missed my bratty girl. “Open,” I ordered in a deep voice that had her body shivering and her eyes darkening. When she finally opened her mouth, I gave her a spoonful of the yogurt she had grabbed earlier. Some of the excess of the yogurt got on her lips, forcing me to lean forward and lick it clean. “Good girl.” “Padrino,” she purred, the sound doing its usual number on my cōck. I couldn’t help being hard every second my girl was around. It could be considered natural now. “It’s so hard to have self-control around you, angel,” I murmured as she smiled back before grabbing the spoon out of my hand. “My turn.” She scooped up more yogurt and I opened my mouth, ready to be fed, but the spoon missed my mouth c
*TRIGGER WARNING* *Isadora’s POV* After making my guest of honor comfortable, I exited the room and slowly entered the open, yet dark basement that Padrino had Daniella chained in. To say I was excited would have been an understatement. I never knew I’d be so thrilled to make someone pay for their wrongdoings. Okay, I’m lying, but really. This amount of eagerness just to send someone to hell should be illegal… Or maybe I’m ready to be admitted to the psych ward. “Isa-sadora,” she croaked before her teeth chattered involuntarily. I’m glad she still remembers my name. My eyes trailed down her body, realizing that her trembling was definitely caused by more than fear. Her body was stripped down, and the air in this room was cold enough to be considered a bedroom-sized freezer. “Yes, Isadora.” I smirked as I moved closer to her, not feeling an ounce of pity for the woman that tormented me for weeks on end. I already knew how I wanted to end her, but I was still deciding how to
*TRIGGER WARNING* *Alberto’s POV* I struggled to give my angel space to do her thing. Not because I didn’t trust she could bring Daniella pain like never before. More like I was being tortūred right along with her. I was hard as steel the whole time, having fantasies of railing my goddaughter’s tight pūssy harder than ever. I can’t help that everything about her combined with tortūre just did it for me. Daniella’s gurgled cries pulled me back as my angel wiped her bloody hands on a towel Aurelio had handed her a few minutes ago. I didn’t mind her hands full of blood, but my angel kept grumbling every time the knife slipped back. My eyes drifted towards Daniella again and I couldn’t help being proud of my girl’s masterpiece. To most, it was a sight straight out of a horror movie, but to me, it was as if I was watching my own personal pōrn episode. All that was missing was my angel’s naked cunt, dripping and ready for the pounding of a lifetime. I shook those thoughts out of
*POTENTIAL TRIGGER* *Alberto’s POV* “Do you remember your safe word?” My voice was thick and low as I folded my angel over the tortūre table. Having her this way was better than any wet dream I could have ever had. “Angel,” she moaned softly as her hips pushed back, desperately seeking my touch. I tapped her ass before releasing a warning growl. My hands reached for the hem of her dress, and I yanked it over her fat ass as my eyes zeroed in on her wet, exposed cunt. Fūck me. Figa più bella che abbia mai visto. (Italian: Prettiest pūssy I’ve ever seen.) “You better tell me if it becomes too much, angel.” I dug my fingers in her ass intensely, earning a soft cry from her. “Tell me!” “I promise, Padrino,” she whispered as she looked at me over her shoulder. “Mmmm.” I smacked her ass cheeks together while I squeezed them so hard that you’d think I’d drawn blood. “What did I tell you in my office?” She seemed to be in a daze as she pushed her hips back, rubbing her dripping pūs
*Isadora’s POV* ~A few weeks later~ I turned the knob in the bathtub, letting water fill it before I stood up straight to pull my hair into a bun. Things have been crazier than normal these past few weeks. Padrino has been more tense than usual since he and the Russians have still been unable to find my brother. They have met a few times to discuss strategies to bring him out, but nothing has worked yet. Penelope mentioned a conversation she overheard between Daniella and someone else, but all the numbers Ethan looked into were dead ends. Everyone that they had questioned also seemed not to know about him, even less where to find him. It’s like he never existed in the first place. But I knew better. All of that has kept me from sleeping well the past few days. I haven’t wanted to tell Padrino because I knew how intense he could get, and he already had enough on his plate. I just hoped we were able to find him before the baby was born. I exhaled slowly before dipping my hand int
*Alberto’s POV* The doors to the SUVs were already open as we made our way to them. I fetched my phone from my pocket as Francisco climbed in before me. “What do you have, Ethan?” I growled into the phone as soon as he picked up. “The abandoned warehouses were owned by LoTech. I can’t find the details on the owners of that foreign company, but I have a pretty good idea.” “I don’t want ideas! I want fūcking facts!” My snapped reply had Francisco turning to face me with brows furrowed as I shut the door behind me. “Si, Capo. I’m still on it, but—” “I’m already on my way there, Ethan! There are no fūcking buts!” “Understood. Also, the nearby cameras were able to capture a male in his early to mid-twenties, entering the building down the street on a few occasions with what looked like groceries. I’m sending the picture over now.” I pulled the phone from my ear, placing it on speakerphone as I opened my message app. “What’s going on?” I held my hand up to Francisco to stop
*Isadora’s POV* I was struggling to breathe as Edgardo instructed Padrino’s and Papa’s men to watch Pen and Mamma with their lives. We had to divide the men between them and us, since we couldn’t be reckless either. When Edgardo finally finished barking out orders, he led me towards the black Porsche that Padrino used when he would drive himself places, which was rare anymore. It was also faster than the other SUVs. Edgardo opened my door, helping me inside before rounding the car quickly and climbing behind the wheel. The car purred to life, and he didn’t hesitate to speed past the others. He handed me his phone and gave me some numbers to dial for him as he practically flew past the gates surrounding our land. “Put it on speaker. Please.” “Petrov.” The man with the thick Russian accent answered anxiously as soon as I hit the speaker button. “Petrov, it’s Morello’s right-hand.” “Edgardo, right?” he asked quickly as I heard him shuffling through some things. “Correct.
This book is part of a series called The Forbidden Series. Book 1: His Forbidden Goddaughter (Complete) Book 2: Her Forbidden Desire (Complete) *** Hello my beautiful readers! For those of you that don't know, my books are considered ‘steamy’. This means that they will be filled with lots of detailed steamy scenes. This book specifically will have lots of sėx scenes, some bdšm, violence, drugs, profane language, the whole nine yards, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, please skip those chapters or the book altogether. This is a mafia book, so without the violence, drugs, and alcohol, it wouldn’t really be a mafia book. LOL. I will try to have trigger warnings as much as possible, but sometimes I may forget. For those of you that haven't read my books before, they are known to get wild and more times than not end in a cliffhanger. You've been warned! Please remember to follōw my sōcial medīa (Facēbook- Author NiMarie, Instagrām- nimarie.author, and TikTōk- author
*Isadora’s POV* I was struggling to breathe as Edgardo instructed Padrino’s and Papa’s men to watch Pen and Mamma with their lives. We had to divide the men between them and us, since we couldn’t be reckless either. When Edgardo finally finished barking out orders, he led me towards the black Porsche that Padrino used when he would drive himself places, which was rare anymore. It was also faster than the other SUVs. Edgardo opened my door, helping me inside before rounding the car quickly and climbing behind the wheel. The car purred to life, and he didn’t hesitate to speed past the others. He handed me his phone and gave me some numbers to dial for him as he practically flew past the gates surrounding our land. “Put it on speaker. Please.” “Petrov.” The man with the thick Russian accent answered anxiously as soon as I hit the speaker button. “Petrov, it’s Morello’s right-hand.” “Edgardo, right?” he asked quickly as I heard him shuffling through some things. “Correct.
*Alberto’s POV* The doors to the SUVs were already open as we made our way to them. I fetched my phone from my pocket as Francisco climbed in before me. “What do you have, Ethan?” I growled into the phone as soon as he picked up. “The abandoned warehouses were owned by LoTech. I can’t find the details on the owners of that foreign company, but I have a pretty good idea.” “I don’t want ideas! I want fūcking facts!” My snapped reply had Francisco turning to face me with brows furrowed as I shut the door behind me. “Si, Capo. I’m still on it, but—” “I’m already on my way there, Ethan! There are no fūcking buts!” “Understood. Also, the nearby cameras were able to capture a male in his early to mid-twenties, entering the building down the street on a few occasions with what looked like groceries. I’m sending the picture over now.” I pulled the phone from my ear, placing it on speakerphone as I opened my message app. “What’s going on?” I held my hand up to Francisco to stop
*Isadora’s POV* ~A few weeks later~ I turned the knob in the bathtub, letting water fill it before I stood up straight to pull my hair into a bun. Things have been crazier than normal these past few weeks. Padrino has been more tense than usual since he and the Russians have still been unable to find my brother. They have met a few times to discuss strategies to bring him out, but nothing has worked yet. Penelope mentioned a conversation she overheard between Daniella and someone else, but all the numbers Ethan looked into were dead ends. Everyone that they had questioned also seemed not to know about him, even less where to find him. It’s like he never existed in the first place. But I knew better. All of that has kept me from sleeping well the past few days. I haven’t wanted to tell Padrino because I knew how intense he could get, and he already had enough on his plate. I just hoped we were able to find him before the baby was born. I exhaled slowly before dipping my hand int
*POTENTIAL TRIGGER* *Alberto’s POV* “Do you remember your safe word?” My voice was thick and low as I folded my angel over the tortūre table. Having her this way was better than any wet dream I could have ever had. “Angel,” she moaned softly as her hips pushed back, desperately seeking my touch. I tapped her ass before releasing a warning growl. My hands reached for the hem of her dress, and I yanked it over her fat ass as my eyes zeroed in on her wet, exposed cunt. Fūck me. Figa più bella che abbia mai visto. (Italian: Prettiest pūssy I’ve ever seen.) “You better tell me if it becomes too much, angel.” I dug my fingers in her ass intensely, earning a soft cry from her. “Tell me!” “I promise, Padrino,” she whispered as she looked at me over her shoulder. “Mmmm.” I smacked her ass cheeks together while I squeezed them so hard that you’d think I’d drawn blood. “What did I tell you in my office?” She seemed to be in a daze as she pushed her hips back, rubbing her dripping pūs
*TRIGGER WARNING* *Alberto’s POV* I struggled to give my angel space to do her thing. Not because I didn’t trust she could bring Daniella pain like never before. More like I was being tortūred right along with her. I was hard as steel the whole time, having fantasies of railing my goddaughter’s tight pūssy harder than ever. I can’t help that everything about her combined with tortūre just did it for me. Daniella’s gurgled cries pulled me back as my angel wiped her bloody hands on a towel Aurelio had handed her a few minutes ago. I didn’t mind her hands full of blood, but my angel kept grumbling every time the knife slipped back. My eyes drifted towards Daniella again and I couldn’t help being proud of my girl’s masterpiece. To most, it was a sight straight out of a horror movie, but to me, it was as if I was watching my own personal pōrn episode. All that was missing was my angel’s naked cunt, dripping and ready for the pounding of a lifetime. I shook those thoughts out of
*TRIGGER WARNING* *Isadora’s POV* After making my guest of honor comfortable, I exited the room and slowly entered the open, yet dark basement that Padrino had Daniella chained in. To say I was excited would have been an understatement. I never knew I’d be so thrilled to make someone pay for their wrongdoings. Okay, I’m lying, but really. This amount of eagerness just to send someone to hell should be illegal… Or maybe I’m ready to be admitted to the psych ward. “Isa-sadora,” she croaked before her teeth chattered involuntarily. I’m glad she still remembers my name. My eyes trailed down her body, realizing that her trembling was definitely caused by more than fear. Her body was stripped down, and the air in this room was cold enough to be considered a bedroom-sized freezer. “Yes, Isadora.” I smirked as I moved closer to her, not feeling an ounce of pity for the woman that tormented me for weeks on end. I already knew how I wanted to end her, but I was still deciding how to
*Alberto’s POV* My angel squirmed on my lap as I fed her breakfast. “Angel,” I growled in warning. “I don’t have time to fūck you again right now, so stop teasing.” She poked her bottom lip out like the brat that she was, forcing my lips to tug upward into a smile. Fūck, I missed my bratty girl. “Open,” I ordered in a deep voice that had her body shivering and her eyes darkening. When she finally opened her mouth, I gave her a spoonful of the yogurt she had grabbed earlier. Some of the excess of the yogurt got on her lips, forcing me to lean forward and lick it clean. “Good girl.” “Padrino,” she purred, the sound doing its usual number on my cōck. I couldn’t help being hard every second my girl was around. It could be considered natural now. “It’s so hard to have self-control around you, angel,” I murmured as she smiled back before grabbing the spoon out of my hand. “My turn.” She scooped up more yogurt and I opened my mouth, ready to be fed, but the spoon missed my mouth c
*Alberto’s POV* I couldn’t help but smile as my angel stepped in front of me and slowly buttoned up my dress shirt. Last night was something else. It was like a dream and already had me desperate for more. “I’ve ordered breakfast to be delivered to my office if you want to join me,” I said before she could pull away, and hoping to take my mind off her sweet pūssy. The food was obviously for her, since I wanted to make sure she had all her meals. My need to take care of her only intensified knowing she was growing my baby. I placed one of my hands on her lower back and pressed her to my body as my other hand tucked some of her loose hair behind her ear. “Yeah. I’d like that.” The moment her tongue slid across her bottom lip, my fingers slid to the back of her head and tugged her head back. “Me too, but if we don’t get out of here soon…” She laughed as she pushed against my chest and walked away from me, her laugh making me smile with her. Fūck, I missed this. I grabbed
*Isadora’s POV* I paced the bathroom as I nibbled on my nails, nervous as hell to leave the bathroom and talk to Padrino. I had hyped myself up all the way until we arrived inside the bedroom. But then the walls felt like they were closing in on me. I had quickly rushed into the bathroom, hoping another shower would calm my nerves. But it did shīt to sort my chaotic mind. I still can’t believe how nervous I feel. I used to feel most confident in that department. Especially in his arms. I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror as I took a deep breath. You got this, Isa. You are safe. Strong. Beautiful. Powerful. Breathe— “Angel?” Padrino’s voice echoed on the other side of the door, stopping me from my self-motivating speech any further. “Are you alright?” “Yes,” I replied as I shook my hands and rolled my neck. It took him long enough to come check on me. I mean, I probably finished my shower twenty minutes ago. Before he could ask me anything else, I turned