Mafia King's Unbridled Love

Lucifer's POV: "Fuck!" "Derek the piece of shit! How dared he!" I screamed. I knocked down the chair with a kick. I clenched my jaw so hard my gum hurt. My blood was boiling and everything before my eyes, I saw red. Anger wouldn't dissipate until I that bastard kill him with my bare hands. One of my drug cartels was blown away. Derek Dawson was behind it. I always knew that he would try something like this. Dawson family couldn't accept their defeat. Twenty years ago, my father destroyed Dawsons and flourished our Martinez Mafia legacy. After I took over, everything changed. I strengthened his empire to the point that we became filthy rich. I was way crueler than my father. Drug, weapon, money laundering- I left no way of earning. Whatever gave me profit, I did. But I was not into organ dealing or human trafficking. I was cruel, I was vulgar but I had my own code of morals set. The thing I value most is commitment. Whether it's to you or myself, I preferred dying than lettin

Lucifer's POV:Am I breaking someone who is already broken?I didn't know what came over me. I did take two most stupid decision ever. "Uncuff her," I ordered. Tris quickly uncuffed her wrist. Walking to her bed, I bent down and scooped her in my arms. Tris's eyes widened but she kept her mouth shut. I didn't need to give anyone any explanation. My word was the law in my world, I was the God here. I walked out of the shitty warehouse, carrying her and reached the garage. I opened my car door with the remote control key and placed the fragile girl on the seat. Her unconscious body was swaying, so I strapped the seat belt over her. Hopping on the driver's seat, I drove away to my house. After reaching my mansion, I opened the door and headed inside, taking the little thing in my arms. It was the

Camelia's POV: I forgot when I slept so peacefully last time. Every night was nothing but horrid torture to me. They took me and most of the time I used to pass out. But it didn't stop them from having their way with me. I was a doll to sate their sexual needs, perverted fantasies, nothing else. My opinion, my feelings, my pain were never considered. Each morning I could see, I could feel the vile traces of their lustful torture all over my body. However, I woke up in this new place and went to the bathroom. To say the truth, I was feeling a lot better. Even though my body still hurt, I was feeling better. The pain lessened. After getting fresh, I returned to the bed and saw a maid was already standing there. "Good Morning, Miss. It's time for your breakfast. We have made pancakes, bacon. If you want to eat anything specific, please tell me. I will prepare it right away." They were keeping me here forcefully but acting as they cared for me. Hump. "I have already said that I hav

Lucifer's POV:I knew Camelia wanted to leave but didn't think she would try to escape tonight. She wasn't even completely healed. I felt so angry when Melissa told me Camelia wanted to leave. Tonight, when she was caught by the guards, I was enraged. But she was already so scared and trembling. Seemed like if I scare her a more, she would piss on herself again. When I caught her, she was shaking and crying. Watching her beautiful heart-shaped face, stained in tear, I felt something weird that I haven't felt before. I felt bad for her, wanted to take her in my arms, wipe her tears and at the same time, fuck her hard.Sounds crazy right? I knew it.While struggling on the bed, my hard body pressed against her soft, delicate, small one, sent desperate pleas of need. Her dress rode up to her sto

Warning: This chapter contains violence and sensitive readers are warned!Lucifer's POV:It was almost evening. I was supposed to go to one of my Night clubs to attend a meeting with a local gang leader. But I changed my mind and canceled the meeting tonight. I got a call from Melissa a while ago that the results of the blood tests already came out. She gave me a call as soon as she got them. She found traces of Morphine in her blood. My blood was boiling.Camelia's CT scan, MRI and X-ray reports weren't ready yet. Camelia opened up about something; she told Melissa that sometimes when she cried or screamed much from the pain after extreme torture, they gave her an injection so that she would stop. That was indeed morphine. Derek, fucking bastard! How dared he?Fortunately, she still didn't grow any dependency on morphine. Or els