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SIXTY FIVE | A Fair Trade
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KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SIXTY SIX | La Mia Principessa!
[ZARINA]“What do you think is going to happen?” I ask mother, barely able to repress the worry and dread pooling in my stomach from showing on my face.Lorenzo left soon after Aurora’s call. More than half of his men left with him, too. Diego was forced to go with him. And even though I have barely known him in this brief span of time, I fear for his life. He is my little brother, after all. I don’t want to miss any more bonding time with my family. I don’t want him to get hurt.The dread tightening its grip around my heart warns me continuously, something awful is about to take place. I fear. I worry oh so much.“I don’t know,” mother’s voice is hardly a whisper, but it’s laced with the same worry that I can feel slinking up and down my spine. Just a hundred times worse. She sinks her face into her hands, her shoulders shaking. “This is all my fault.”“Please stop saying that!” Dominic snaps almost immediately, glaring at the reminder of Lorenzo’s men still guarding the mansion. Whe
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SIXTY SEVEN | Lost Your Mind?
[VLADIMIR]“Great. God, that’s good news,” I say over the phone. Vector on the other side. He just informed me that Xavier had rescued Zarina and her family. It brings me so much relief, I can’t fucking express it in words.“Alright, Vector, now listen to me carefully. Here’s what you need to do before you even think about anything else at all.” I wait for him to make sure he is ready. “Drop everyone at the mansion right away. Double the security. NO. Triple it. Contact the cleaners and make sure they wipe every small piece of evidence of your presence on the Galante’s property. We don’t want this to come back to us,” he seems to agree and so I nod. “Let me know whenever you’re done, and if there is any update.”As soon as I disconnect the phone, Aurora cautions me about her presence. Which, surprisingly, doesn’t bother me as much as it used to once. Back when I was obsessed with her. Or so I thought. Now, when I think about those days and how I felt about her—it feels wrong.“Was tha
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SIXTY EIGHT | Divorced or Widowed?
[VLADIMIR]“What the fuck, Michael. Are you his bitch now?” I spit out bitterly.But instead of being humiliated, he shakes his head, the corner of his wrinkly lips tipping up in a crooked grin.“Don’t be so ridiculous, Mir,” he pats my head as if I was still a fucking kid before standing back up. I keep my gaze nailed on him, burning him with the flames my chest sizzles with. A powerful impulse to snag him by the collar excites my limbs. But it’s hard to do anything with so many hands and feet holding me down.Fuck, if I have seen this coming! I—I did not.Michael?Why would he cross me like that? How could he? For as long as I remember, he has been a prominent part of our family. My father counted on him with everything he had, even more than I or my mother. Michael was like a brother my father never had. He is aware of our vulnerabilities and strengths. He knows where to hit for us to hurt the most. And it scares me. It scares me like shit. So much, my limbs are falling numb and my
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SIXTY NINE | Let Them Flow
“Wish I were fairy godmother, I could have changed even fates of girls.”*3 Months Later*[ZARINA]“You look beautiful.”The honey rays of the sun drifted through the glass window and highlighted the greys in mother’s hair. It had to be the first time I could see the old age catching up to her in the last three months. The dark circles beneath her eyes appeared darker and heavier. Despite the light brush of makeup resting upon her face, she looked unusually less of herself and more of a woman who needed a long break from the nightmares haunting her day and night.Lacing her fingers with mine, she gave my hand an affectionate squeeze.“You know, I can still try and talk to him. Maybe he would see—”“He wouldn’t, mother,” I stopped her before she got hopes of herself high. And mine. “Nothing you say would make him change his mind. So why waste your breath?”There was no way to sway Lorenzo, not after our wasted millions of efforts in the attempt. He was determined to go through with thi
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
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