Mafia's Dark Desire

Elowen: I drove to the workplace of my foster sister, Gretchen. When I got to the bar where she worked, I rushed to find her. “Lou, baby!” Gretchen yelled over the deafening music. She gave me a hug, which I did not return. There were many people here, and one of them might be working for the Guerras. “Gretchen, please, I need about two thousand dollars, and I promise I will pay back twice the price. I just need to get on a quick flight and survive for a few days until I find work,” I said, and she burst out laughing, puffing her cigar. I immediately grabbed my inhaler and took a few puffs. “If I had that much, I would not be here, child. You want money, then work for it.” “Gretchen, you do not understand; the Guerras are..”“I know who the fuck they are, so work faster, and you will leave faster,” she said, grabbing my shoulder. “You have got a good body, and you are in a strip club, so get out of those filthy clothes and please those men,” she said, pointing to a section of

Elowen:Laura rushed to Adjo’s aid, while Dante clutched my hand tightly.“I have heard that everyone in this room has called for Elowen’s execution, but as the future leader of the red mafia, I annul this agreement; Elowen belongs to me, and I will decide what to do with her,” he said, and my eyes widened in surprise.I could not tell if I should consider myself lucky because everyone knew him: Dante Guerra, a.k.a. the ripper. He was known as the slayer of men and had executed more people than his father and grandfather combined, but I could not put a face to him because the entire house was devoid of his pictures.“With that said, this meeting is adjourned,” Dante said, but then a man in the group raised his hand.“Yes,” Dante responded, raising his brow.“You can not just walk in here and disprove our agreement. We all know your position in the family, and we are only allowing you to sit on the throne because your father ordered it before he died, and….”"So what is your point?" Da

Dante:I couldn’t stop thinking about Elowen, which made it difficult for me to sleep the whole night. It didn’t intend to make her cry, but the way her face beamed with innocence touched my heart. My emotions were all over the place, and I tried to convince myself that it was simply the weight of my new responsibilities piling up. I got out of bed early and dressed because I needed to inspect every corner of the house, just like my father did. I had to ensure that my order was followed to the letter.Before I left, I looked at Elowen, who was fast asleep on the bed, and walked up to her, kissing her forehead gently before exiting the room. A guard holding a platter greeted me.“Mr. Romano Saccone’s hand on a platter, as you requested,” he said with a bow, opening the plated hand preserved in formalin.“Place it with the others.” I said, and he nodded, walking away.As I walked down the hall, I heard doors close. Of course, my relatives were upset about my decision, but I couldn’t ca

Elowen:I jolted awake from my slumber and looked around to see that I had returned to Dante's house. This time, it was not the General Guerra Mansion. It was the room and bed where I lost my virginity to him. The more I looked around the room, the more I realized something was wrong: Dante was missing, and it was late.I got out of bed, and opened the door, then I walked into the large and brightly lit hallway. Everywhere was quiet because this house belonged only to Dante. I felt shivers down my spine as I walked because ‌I was scared of being alone in a house as large as this, and the oil paintings that hung on the wall seemed like they would come to life at any moment and attack.I was not sure where to look at first, but as I approached the stairs, I heard a guttural scream that startled me.As I walked down the stairs, the screams grew louder. A few steps later, I found myself standing in front of a large metal door at the end of the downstairs hallway. I was hesitant at first

Dante:Giving Elowen a job was the last thing I wanted to do, but I had little to no option. I could not understand why she did not want me to punish the guy. As much as I wanted her to be safe, I kept checking my phone every minute, hoping she would call because she had run into some trouble and needed assistance, or because she had finally realized it was not best for her to work, but my phone did not ring.I had a meeting with the Cobra Cartel, the whisperers, and Blanches on the dormant sales of drugs in the city. Things were better when my father was alive. He was the untouchable man in the entire city, and everyone, including the police, feared him. Now New York was almost dead, thanks to my idiot brother, who had only siphoned the funds.With one last look at my phone, I stepped out of the car parked in front of the warehouse. Ralph, my chauffeur and trusted bodyguard, opened the door for me, and I got down. Then I walked towards the warehouse’s entrance, where some men stood