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MYA When I regained consciousness, the world was spinning and my head was throbbing like it would soon fall off my head. My body felt like it had been tossed around, and the cold, hard ground beneath me did little to ease the discomfort. I blinked, forcing my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting around me. The air reeked of sweat and it made it really hard to breathe. It took me a moment to realize where I was.I was in a narrow dark alleyway, huge scary men surrounded me having a discussion right above my head. “She looks good enough. How much?”“Better than most we find. Let’s start the bidding at five hundred.”Five hundred? My mind scrambled to catch up. Bidding? What the hell is going on?Panic set in. They were talking about me. I was their bargaining chip. My stomach churned as fear coursed through my veins.I inched back, desperate to put some distance between myself and the men. My movements were slow, my limbs barely making a sound. I needed to escape now that they wer
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MYAI stared at Angelo, His voice was calm, like he wasn’t saying the most humiliating thing I’d ever heard. I felt like I was shrinking in front of him, and there was nowhere to hide.“I don’t fuck virgins,” he said with a hint of finality as if that was the end of the conversation.My cheeks burned, and I clenched my hands into fists to stop them from shaking. “I’m not a child,” I said, my voice quieter than I wanted it to be. It was nowhere close to intimidating.His eyebrows rose slightly, and a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Oh, really?” he said, leaning back in his seat. “Then tell me, what do you know about sex?”I don’t know what I was expecting but this question was definitely not it. My mouth opened, but no words came out. I knew the basics, sure—what everyone my age knew—but I didn’t have an answer that would satisfy him. He was older, experienced, and there was no way I could bluff my way through this conversation.“Exactly,” he said when I stayed silent.
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Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 30: do whatever you want
Mya I wrinkled my nose as I averted my gaze. He reeked of feminine perfume and that irked me. It made me feel irritated and I cursed myself for not noticing the different scent clinging to his heady cologne. Perhaps if I had noticed that, I’d not have asked him to wait. The thought of what he was clearly doing before returning home made me uncomfortable. “Couldn’t this wait until morning?” he asked, his voice calm and a little irritated, like he had somewhere better to be. I shook my head quickly, deciding to get on with it. “No. You’d be gone before I woke up.” He tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Fine. Go on, then.” I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. “I… I just wanted to thank you,” I began, my voice lower than I intended, almost shaky but I had that in control. His brow arched, and he crossed his arms. “Thank me? For what?” “For helping me,” I said, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “For making sure I’m… safe here. For everything so
Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 29: sexy sinner
Mya 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
Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 28: A cheating husband
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
Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 27: Bikers Attack
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
Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 26: lust?
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
Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 25: phone call
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
Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 24: One Scream Away
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
Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 23: NOBODY MESSES WITH MY WIFE.
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
Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 22: IT’S JUST AN ARRANGEMENT.
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
