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SIXTY EIGHT | Divorced or Widowed?
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KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SEVENTY | Not My Fight
[ZARINA]The music played in the air. The rays of the sun choreographed a soft and warm dance of their own. I tried to suppress the anxiety burning like an ulcer in my stomach—causing the lump in my throat to swell a size bigger and dry my mouth like a desert—but it only worked as oil to the fire. Making me feel even worse. More...miserable.On any other day, the thought of getting married would have filled my body with butterflies, making me all tingly and pink. A little shy maybe. But aware of the fact the thought had only crossed my mind twice or a maximum of thrice in my entire life, screamed a lot about the priorities that governed me throughout my life. A wedding was never one of them. And perhaps that’s the reason when the elegant doors of the chapel opened, cool air welcoming me with a touch of warmth from the eyes of the spectators, I felt unprepared.Hesitant.Uncomfortably prickly.The distant sound of someone clearing their throat yanked me back to reality and all of a sud
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SEVENTY ONE | Burn The Way I Do
[ZARINA]When a similar suburban area came into view, I should have known where exactly the driver was heading. The nostalgia struck me like a tsunami at the sight of the beach house before the car even pulled up at the decent driveway.I ran to the door.The sight of the living room was just like I left behind.The sound of the crashing waves, the smell of the salt and something so warm and homey. It punched me with feelings all at once until my heart couldn’t take anymore and I broke down. The memories of all the days and nights we spent in this house came streaming back, twisting my stomach into all sorts of knots. It made me miss him even more. More than I was prepared to. It cautioned me of the emptiness I felt in the last few months. The emptiness that couldn’t be satisfied until now. I had this penetrating impulse to throw myself at him and kiss him until he saw nothing but me. I had this compelling hunger to make him feel the best. He deserved nothing but the best.Instead of
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SEVENTY TWO | My Golden Girl
[VLADIMIR]Blinking against the mellow rays of the early sun, I woke up to find Zarina cuddled to my side. Her dark brown hair scattered messily over the pillow while she slept on her side with her face turned to me.I smiled, warmth spreading across my chest.Last night was anything but normal. I hadn’t expected myself to return only to find Zarina sleeping in my bed with literally nothing but my shirt. It felt like a dress on her, but fuck, did she look good in it? She looked like fucking mine.Mine.The only reason I hadn’t fucking died in the last three months was that I had to come back to her. Michael’s bullet might have driven me to the brink of hell. But it was the realization that I had in what I thought to be the last moments of mine that held me from tipping over. I couldn’t die without telling her how I felt about her. I couldn’t die without making her mine.With a deep sigh, I used my fingers to move some curls out of her face. She stirred against my touch. Her cheeks flu
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SEVENTY THREE | Stab A Knife
[ZARINA]After waking up the second time this morning, I found Vladimir moving back and forth in the kitchen. Preparing breakfast for both of us. Something warm and sweet curled up inside as I tried not to fall so hard for him. Watching him from a distance and offering no help made me feel like a creep. But it wasn’t my fault that I couldn’t muster up the courage to be in front of him as if nothing had happened the previous night.Or this morning.A ticklish dash of heat glided down my spine at the thought of his mouth on my core, his fingers pumping inside. Those sweet words he spoke in that sexy voice of his. All those hot and needy touches. Impassioned kisses. Our bare skin pressed against each other. The feeling of him and me together. Thinking about all of that was enough to drive me crazy and for my thighs to squeeze together to relieve myself of the ache he left behind. But it never eased.I couldn’t tell what was holding him back from giving me everything he had, or if he was
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SEVENTY FOUR | Awful Silence
[ZARINA]The tension in the room was so thick that one could easily cut it with a knife. It was even darker and more dangerous than the time when Lorenzo decided to be an ass. No one in the room knew how this discussion between the Perazzos and Galantes was about to end. After what happened at the church, it was safe to say, some of the people were pissed off at the way Vladimir orchestrated the entire thing.They were mad because he didn’t include them in the plan.They were mad because he deliberately made them go through hell before showing up like a damn hero who saved the day.To be honest, I was a little upset by the entire dramatics he pulled, too. At least, he could have warned me instead of letting me suffer till the very end. It was cruel and quite ruthless on his part. And once we left this God-awful suffocating gathering, I would rain him with the questions for sure. It was about to be an endless day for him.Although that was the least of my concern for now.Right now, I
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SEVENTY FIVE | Touch Yourself
[ZARINA]An hour later, we were approximately 40,000 ft above the ground and I was yet to ask him where we were heading. With Vladimir being so dark with rage, I couldn’t muster up the courage to say anything at all, let alone the destination of our unexpected trip.Once the car pulled up at the hangar, Mir slid out while one of his men opened the door for me. The sight of the massive jet, the one I had seen only once before when he came to rescue Julie and me from that hell, brought back some unpleasant memories. However, I got little time to dawdle in the past because the next thing I knew, we were being ushered inside the jet, everyone preparing to leave.Vladimir ignored me the entire time until the jet was ready to take off. But even after he sat across from me, he kept himself occupied with the stack of papers he took out from a leather bag. He was taking his sweet-sweet time to go through each one of them. From the look on his face, they seemed of great importance to him. So in
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SEVENTY SIX | Welcome Home
[VLADIMIR]“What is this place?” Zarina asked, her gaze pinned on the enormous villa in front of us. The heavy curiosity in her voice did something silly to my chest, and just like that, the desire to kiss her rose once again and darted down my veins. But I suppressed it all by removing my gaze from her. It had become a pattern of sorts. Whenever I needed time off from my chronic horny aspirations, I would look away and try to think of something less provocative. Like a bald head or something.She probably had no inkling of how hard it was for me to keep my hands off her. She was right here, so gorgeous, so tempting, so ready to be my wife, to be mine—I still couldn’t fucking believe it—and I couldn’t even do things to her that haunted me day and night. I had been practising so much patience for the past few days; I fucking deserved a noble prize for it. Or maybe an academy award for the best performance of the century.But I didn’t have to try that hard this time to distract myself f
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KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SEVENTY NINE | Never Leave Me Baby
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SEVENTY EIGHT | Say It Again
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SEVENTY SEVEN | Wild Animal Unleashed
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SEVENTY SIX | Welcome Home
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SEVENTY FIVE | Touch Yourself
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SEVENTY FOUR | Awful Silence
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SEVENTY THREE | Stab A Knife
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SEVENTY TWO | My Golden Girl
