“We’re sinners. If heaven exists, we’d never be allowed in. But you and I can rule hell together and I’d fuck you hard while we watch the world burn.” His cold lips left a hot trail of heat as it glided down her spine. “O- okay, Daddy.” She stuttered, gripping the sheets tightly and gasping for breath at the same time when fingers suddenly slid into her wet heat from behind. ~~~ She was betrothed to him since birth. Mya knew what was going to happen to her unfortunate life once she comes of age– she was going to be wedded to Angelo, a ruthless and dangerous Mafia Lord who makes the sky rain gore on a good day. And so on her wedding day, she eloped. That same day, she managed to turn into the most wanted criminal of the country. Mya went from running from Angelo, to being saved by him… but, not before paying a price. ———- Birthed by a monster and hardened by pain and violence, Angelo had turned into an emotionless psycho at the age of thirty-two. He had no intention of taking a bride from the onset, all he cared about was protecting his top spot in the country. In comes Mya– a supposed damsel in distress, only that this one has blood on her hands and scars maring her soul. Angelo was supposed to leave her to her wretched fate, but somehow, he found himself drawn to her. Perhaps, it was because there was something about her blue eyes that scratched at an instinct within him which he never knew existed. But she called him ‘Daddy’ once and nothing remained the same after that. Now he was going to protect her, fight her battles, and make her his queen.
View MoreMya The next night Angelo didn’t come home until late, I’d been waiting in the living room with a book I wasn’t really reading. When I heard the front door click open, I couldn’t help but look up, feeling something close to relief at the sound of his footsteps. But that relief was short-lived when he walked in, his shirt rumpled, hair tousled, and that same scent of perfume lingering in the air around him. “Goodnight,” he said, his tone indifferent as he walked past me without a second glance. I nodded, swallowing the questions that rose to my throat. “Goodnight,” I murmured, but he was already halfway up the stairs. The next night was the same. He left before I even woke up, and when he returned, it was late, and he looked just as rough. The faint lipstick mark on his collar didn’t go unnoticed. I didn’t say anything, though. What could I possibly say? By the third night, I told myself I wouldn’t wait up for him. It wasn’t like I had any reason to. Yet there I was again, curled
Mya Back in my room, I finally felt like I could breathe again. Being home brought a comfort I hadn’t realized I needed. After everything that happened on the trip—the near-accident, the tension with Angelo, the endless emotional twists—it was good to be in a space that felt like mine, where I could think clearly. I stretched out on my bed, letting myself sink into the softness. My mind wouldn’t stop wandering, though. It kept going back to that moment on the plane. When Angelo’s hands had slipped under me, ready to lift me up, and then our eyes met. Those few seconds felt like forever, his gaze holding mine as if he were searching for something. I don’t think I’d ever been more tense in my entire life, the feeling was one of a kind and it was definitely something that I wasn’t going to be forgetting anytime soon. The way he’d pulled back after that, as if burned, left a strange ache in my chest. He dropped me like a hot towel as soon as he could and that hurt more than I would
The morning we left the villa, I found myself unusually eager to head back home to Italy. This entire trip had been a whirlwind—one moment I was hiding from gunfire, the next, I was head over heels for Angelo’s effortless charm and sharp looks. The man had a way of taking up my head space, even when he was quiet. I smoothed the hem of my dress as I stepped into the car, determined not to overthink anything on the journey. It was a sleek, black luxury vehicle that screamed Angelo in every way—demure, commanding, and just a little intimidating. He was already inside, sitting with one leg crossed over the other, his suit impeccable. His head tilted slightly as he glanced my way. “Comfortable?” he asked, his voice low. Of course I wasn’t comfortable. How could I be? “Yes,” I replied, trying to sound just as relaxed, though my heart was racing. As the car began to move, the gentle hum of the engine filled the air. I looked outside because it was the safest choice, staring anywhere el
Angelo I adjusted my cufflinks, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Tonight was the last function we had to endure before returning home. This trip had been strangely peaceful, even if it came with its share of trouble. I hadn’t worked much, which was unusual for me. Instead, I’d spent days idling, something I wasn’t accustomed to. And then there was her. My so-called wife. She had been... present in ways I hadn’t seen coming. Her clumsiness, her nervous energy, her stubborn little quirks—it was all becoming a distraction. A distraction I couldn’t afford. I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I tightened my tie. Returning home couldn’t come soon enough. At least then, I could slip back into my routine—work, focus, control. The past few days had left me feeling oddly horny, and I knew exactly why. I hadn’t been able to shake this persistent tension in my body, a tension I was determined to resolve once we were back. “Angelo?” Her voice was soft, hesitant, coming from b
ANGELOThe door to her room was cracked open, and for some reason, I found myself hesitating. It was late, and I should’ve already left for the night, but something made me linger. Pushing the door open just enough to peek in, I saw her lying there. She was curled up on the bed, her bandaged hand resting against the pillow, her chest rising and falling in soft, steady breaths. The light from the lamp cast a warm light over her face, making her look... fucking beautiful and peaceful too. I leaned against the doorframe with my arms crossed, watching her.She was beautiful and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. She was so beautiful that I couldn’t exaggerate it even if I wanted to. I didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to acknowledge it, but it was impossible not to notice. Her lashes were dark against her cheeks, and the way her lips parted slightly as she slept—it was distracting. Too distracting.I thought back to this morning. The panicked scream, the sight of her clutching
The man fell on his knees, trembling, his face pale and streaked with blood. Tears ran freely down his cheeks as he begged for his life, his voice laced with desperation. “Please… spare me. I didn’t mean any harm. I was just following orders. I swear, I didn’t want to hurt anyone.”Angelo looked completely unbothered by his tears, his expression looked like it was carved from stone, eyes cold and unforgiving. He twirled his knife lazily in one hand, the blade glinting under the lights. His voice was calm but laced with danger. “You didn’t want to hurt anyone?” he repeated, stepping closer to the man. “Yet you came here armed, disrupted my evening, and terrorized my wife. Forgive me if I find that hard to believe.”The man flinched as Angelo crouched in front of him, the knife was still in his hand. “Give me one good reason not to end your pathetic existence right now,” Angelo said.My breath hitched in my throat as I watched the scene unfold. The sheer ruthlessness in Angelo’s
MYA The sound of gunfire was deafening. My ears rang, my chest tightened, and I was too scared to breathe. My back pressed against the cold walls as I tried to make myself smaller, trembling so hard my teeth chattered. This wasn’t supposed to happen—not here, not now. For once, I thought we’d get through a single day without chaos.Angelo crouched beside me, his jaw tight and his eyes scanning the room as though he could see through walls. He turned to me, his voice cutting through the panic. “Are you okay?”I shook my head frantically, unable to find my voice. My hands gripped the edge of my dress like it was a lifeline. “No,” I finally whispered, my voice trembling. “No, I’m not okay. What’s going on?”“Shh.” His gaze softened for a brief moment. He reached for my face, cupping it with both hands, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Breathe,” he ordered.“I—I can’t,” I stammered, the words choking me. My chest felt like it was caving in.“Yes, you can,” he said, his thumbs brushing aga
Everything felt weird as I stood in front of the mirror, judging my reflection for what must have been the hundredth time. The dress I was wearing was elegant, with a soft, flowing material that clung to my frame just enough to look flattering without being too revealing. My hair was styled to perfection, and my makeup—light and natural—highlighted my features just right. I knew I looked good, but the nervous knot in my stomach refused to loosen.Why was I nervous? I hated that I felt this way. Angelo had been absent the entire day, handling whatever “important” business he’d mentioned earlier. Part of me was glad for the space, but another part—one I didn’t want to acknowledge—wondered what he’d think of how I looked tonight.I shook my head, scolding myself. Why does it matter? I reminded myself of his words, the ones that had played on a loop in my head since the day he’d said them: “I’m not attracted to you. You’re like a child.” It stung at first, but now, I knew better. I
MYA The initial warmth in their smiles felt genuine, even welcoming, but as soon as Angelo walked off, the air shifted. It was subtle at first but when one of the women, the one with sleek black hair and piercing green eyes, leaned in closer, her smile twisted into something far less friendly. It was a full blown sneer. “So,” she said, her tone sharp and icy, “how does it feel to wear a ring you clearly don’t deserve?”I blinked, caught completely off guard by the hostility in her voice. “Excuse me?” I managed, unsure if I’d misheard her.“You heard me,” she snapped, her green eyes narrowing. “You’re sitting here acting all sweet and innocent, but do you even understand who Angelo is? Who we are?”“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”The other woman, a blonde with an icy smile, chuckled coldly. “Oh, she doesn’t know. That’s adorable.”Their sudden change in attitude threw me completely off balance. Just moments ago, they had been all smiles and polite questions. Now
1: Mya's POV Strong fingers grabbed my chin, squishing my cheeks together and forcing me to look in the mirror. "Come on, sister, show me a big smile." The voice of my brother, Ryan, taunted.I glared at him through the mirror, my bright blue eyes shooting icy daggers at him. But my defiance only made him laugh and squeeze my cheeks to the point it hurt and made my eyes to water. "Oh come on," He cooed, his brows drawn together in a mockery of sadness. "Don't cry now you'll ruin your make-up. It's a happy day, you should be happy right now."I wanted his hands off me. My entire back was still stinging in pain from two nights ago, after he had whipped me till I passed out. And now he has the gall to look at me and tell me to smile."Is she ready yet?" One of my three elder brothers, Carlos asked."What's the fucking hold up?" My third brother, Nathan asked. Anger welled up inside me. I wish I had three knives. So I'd kill my brothers. Carlos and Nathan came closer, and the fou...
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