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Playing The Mafia Bride The Engagement
Lucas stepped forward, the light catching the edges of his sharp features, making him look almost ethereal; a walking piece of art. “May I have this dance?” he asked her, his voice dripping with charm. Claire nodded, unable to shift her gaze from him. He moved closer, taking her hand gently in his. Everyone else in the room watched with increasing excitement. As they walked to the center of the room, Claire holding her abaya up with one hand, the world around them seemed to melt away, leaving them in a bubble of soft music and chemistry. Lucas placed one hand on her waist, drawing her closer, and they began to sway to the rhythm. Claire’s heartbeat pulsed with electrifying speed, nerves and excitement coursing through her. Lucas guided her through the steps with ease, as he whispered softly to her, the importance of each one. Was she paying attention? Of course not. How could she? The closeness of their bodies completely derailed her train of thought. “Why do you keep ex
Playing The Mafia Bride The Event
The hall, a few blocks away from the Benetti mansion, was incredibly luxurious and impressive, just like it. Golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling, shining brightly over the many elegantly dressed guests. The room was filled with the quiet sounds of people talking and the occasional clink of fancy glasses. Claire stood at the top of the long, white staircase, her heart beating out of her chest at the sight of all those people. She was dressed in a breathtaking white Arabian princess gown, rich with golden embroidery down the middle and delicate beadwork. The fancy fabric flowed around her like a river, and her hair was styled in a neat bun, decorated with shiny gold accessories that sparkled when she moved. Her makeup, expertly applied by Zarah, highlighted with kohl and added a bit of glamour to her already beautiful face. As she took a deep breath, Lucas appeared at her side, his presence calming her nerves. He looked dashing in a tailored tuxedo, his eyes dark and
Playing The Mafia Bride The Encounter
Lucas strode back into the building with his armed men, unsure of what to expect. But he was certain he’d find the De Carlo family still there. His suspicion was confirmed. After searching the entire area, he found the De Carlo family in a secluded area. But they had someone else with them; Rami Al-Haziz.Lucas approached them, keeping his composure intact, even though his voice was laced with anger. “Explain this madness.”Luna smirked, but it was Sheikh Hassan who spoke first and Lucas could hear regret in his voice. "Mr. Benetti, I understand your frustration, but this was a necessary action.""Necessary?" Lucas repeated in disbelief. "Two people are dead. Surely there was some other way to have gone about this."Luna’s eyes gleamed, as though she was excited by it all. “Oh Luc, darling, those two men were traitors. Insiders feeding information to our competitors.”Lucas stared down at her, trying his hardest to hide his disgust. Luna continued, “You’re a businessman and you’re l
Playing The Mafia Bride The Other Encounter
“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he murmured, staring into her soul, his breath warm against her skin. “I do.” Lucas had heard enough. With his strong right hand still grabbing onto her neck, he pulled her in and they locked lips. With each hot breath, the kiss grew deeper, fiercer, hotter. Claire still had her hand on his dick, massaging it slowly as they sucked each other’s faces. Now holding her firmly by her already messy hair, Lucas broke the kiss. He yanked her hair backwards, causing her to look up at him. She stared up at his dark eyes, and all she saw in them were passion and aggressive dominance. It made Claire a bit scared, but just enough to get her all wet. Her clit throbbed in anticipation, as if it could see outside the juicy fountain her pussy had come to be. He spoke, and his voice, a low, rumbling sound of passion, made her even more aroused. “I will show you your place around here. Tonight, you will learn that you belong to me, and will on
Playing The Mafia Bride The Strange Man
“You can’t get very far Sara!” The man chasing her screamed. Sara just kept running without looking back, like her life depended on it. It did. “Don’t make me shoot at you!” Sara ignored once more and kept running as the rain came down in torrents. Soon, she approached a dark alleyway which she immediately ran into, hoping to hide away from the keen hitman, or - dare she hope - completely neutralize him. She quickly buried herself behind some garbage bags and ceased all movements and sounds of any kind; except her hands which quivered uncontrollably. She clutched tightly to the necklace around her neck and prayed to every god there was and had ever been. The necklace she wore was what the hitman was sent to retrieve; the Heart of The Ocean necklace, worth 20 million dollars. The very same necklace worn by Kate Winslet in the blockbuster movie ‘Titanic’. Sara’s husband had purchased it at an auction for her for their second wedding anniversary. Apparently, he had al
Playing The Mafia Bride The Meeting
As she exited the set, the evening air of Los Angeles, USA, felt cooler, so she tightened her coat over herself. Claire was stunning, with long, glossy dark hair framing a face of sculpted beauty. Her deep green eyes were mesmerizing, her full lips expressive. Her flawless skin and elegantly curvy figure spelt confidence and grace. Every movement was fluid, every glance captivating. The streets were quieter than usual, with only a few people and the occasional car passing by. Claire's thoughts returned to the director's statements, trying to wrap her head around them. Just as she turned a corner, a sleek black Rolls Royce came up beside her, its shiny surface shining in the streetlights. Right on cue. The back window rolled down smoothly, revealing the same hefty man she had seen earlier on set. His shiny sunglasses reflected the light, hiding his eyes but not his intentions. "Miss Claire," he said in a deep, calm voice. "Would you mind getting in? We have something for yo
Playing The Mafia Bride The Proposal
But her response was in contrast to her thoughts. “Not like I had much of a choice,” she said, trying her hardest to hide the noticeable rudeness in her voice. “I sincerely apologize for my unusual method of approach. It just had to be this way.” He spoke in a manner that hit Claire in all the right places, and in a moment, he was standing directly in front of her. Claire was drenched. “That’s… that’s okay,” she said, much softer than she wanted, but still managing to keep her composure. “I’m Lucas. Lucas Benetti,” he said stretching his hand to hold hers. “Nice to meet you Mr Benetti,” she responded, gulping inaudibly and returning the handshake. “Please, Lucas is fine,” he corrected, with a subtle smile, as he walked back to the other side of the table. “I just want to know what I’m doing here,” Claire said, still unsteady. “I’m sure you do, we’ll get to that right away. Please, have a seat,” he said, gesturing to the chair on the opposite side. When they were s
Playing The Mafia Bride The Briefcase
“…You’re perfect. That’s why.” Claire blushed with unexpected warmth as her eyes widened in astonishment. Her heart was pounding, and she was having trouble speaking. Finally, she managed a small, shaky smile, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of her seat. "I need some time to think about it," she said as he walked back to take his seat. “Take all the time you need, though it’s limited. The event is a month away, and I’ll need your response in a week or less, so we can either begin your training or I find an alternative. I genuinely thank you for your time, please accept this little token as a sign of appreciation.” As he said this, Big John came over to the table and handed the briefcase to Claire, who received it hesitantly, half expecting a bomb to go off. “You never know.” “How do I get to you when I’ve made my decision?” Claire asked as soon as the question came to her mind. “You don’t,” Lucas replied with a sinister smirk. “That’s all for now.” He ge
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Playing The Mafia Bride The Other Encounter
“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he murmured, staring into her soul, his breath warm against her skin. “I do.” Lucas had heard enough. With his strong right hand still grabbing onto her neck, he pulled her in and they locked lips. With each hot breath, the kiss grew deeper, fiercer, hotter. Claire still had her hand on his dick, massaging it slowly as they sucked each other’s faces. Now holding her firmly by her already messy hair, Lucas broke the kiss. He yanked her hair backwards, causing her to look up at him. She stared up at his dark eyes, and all she saw in them were passion and aggressive dominance. It made Claire a bit scared, but just enough to get her all wet. Her clit throbbed in anticipation, as if it could see outside the juicy fountain her pussy had come to be. He spoke, and his voice, a low, rumbling sound of passion, made her even more aroused. “I will show you your place around here. Tonight, you will learn that you belong to me, and will on
Playing The Mafia Bride The Encounter
Lucas strode back into the building with his armed men, unsure of what to expect. But he was certain he’d find the De Carlo family still there. His suspicion was confirmed. After searching the entire area, he found the De Carlo family in a secluded area. But they had someone else with them; Rami Al-Haziz.Lucas approached them, keeping his composure intact, even though his voice was laced with anger. “Explain this madness.”Luna smirked, but it was Sheikh Hassan who spoke first and Lucas could hear regret in his voice. "Mr. Benetti, I understand your frustration, but this was a necessary action.""Necessary?" Lucas repeated in disbelief. "Two people are dead. Surely there was some other way to have gone about this."Luna’s eyes gleamed, as though she was excited by it all. “Oh Luc, darling, those two men were traitors. Insiders feeding information to our competitors.”Lucas stared down at her, trying his hardest to hide his disgust. Luna continued, “You’re a businessman and you’re l
Playing The Mafia Bride The Event
The hall, a few blocks away from the Benetti mansion, was incredibly luxurious and impressive, just like it. Golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling, shining brightly over the many elegantly dressed guests. The room was filled with the quiet sounds of people talking and the occasional clink of fancy glasses. Claire stood at the top of the long, white staircase, her heart beating out of her chest at the sight of all those people. She was dressed in a breathtaking white Arabian princess gown, rich with golden embroidery down the middle and delicate beadwork. The fancy fabric flowed around her like a river, and her hair was styled in a neat bun, decorated with shiny gold accessories that sparkled when she moved. Her makeup, expertly applied by Zarah, highlighted with kohl and added a bit of glamour to her already beautiful face. As she took a deep breath, Lucas appeared at her side, his presence calming her nerves. He looked dashing in a tailored tuxedo, his eyes dark and
Playing The Mafia Bride The Engagement
Lucas stepped forward, the light catching the edges of his sharp features, making him look almost ethereal; a walking piece of art. “May I have this dance?” he asked her, his voice dripping with charm. Claire nodded, unable to shift her gaze from him. He moved closer, taking her hand gently in his. Everyone else in the room watched with increasing excitement. As they walked to the center of the room, Claire holding her abaya up with one hand, the world around them seemed to melt away, leaving them in a bubble of soft music and chemistry. Lucas placed one hand on her waist, drawing her closer, and they began to sway to the rhythm. Claire’s heartbeat pulsed with electrifying speed, nerves and excitement coursing through her. Lucas guided her through the steps with ease, as he whispered softly to her, the importance of each one. Was she paying attention? Of course not. How could she? The closeness of their bodies completely derailed her train of thought. “Why do you keep ex
Playing The Mafia Bride Training
“Ahlan (Hello).”“Ahlan (Hello).”“Very good! Let’s try the last one. Shukran (Thank you).”“Shukran (Thank you).”“Excellent! Oh my, you’re a natural.” Natalia remarked with a proud grin.Claire blushed softly at the compliment. “Thank you,” she replied contentedly.“You gotta understand, it’s not just about the words, it’s about embodying the essence of Arabian culture,” Natalia said instructively. Natalia’s lecture was interrupted the arrival of Janan, a stern looking lady with a kind smile. “Time for etiquette training, ladies,” she announced, leading them to a large ballroom. There was a flurry of activities in the beautiful adorned hall. The walls were covered with gold patterns that shimmered like a genie's treasure trove, while the chandeliers sparkled like diamonds in a Sultan's crown. The floor was polished to a shine, reflecting Claire's awestruck face like a mirror. She looked like a kid in a candy store, her eyes wide with wonder as she took in the grandeur.‘How big
Playing The Mafia Bride New World
Claire awoke the next morning to the soft light filtering through the curtains. She reached out lazily, expecting to feel her phone beside her; which she did. She picked it up and checked the time.7:28 A.M.She had barely slept, her mind buzzing with the tasks that lay ahead. The briefcase incident and Anton's betrayal were still fresh in her memory, but there was no time to dwell on them now. Today marked the beginning of her transformation.Claire looked around her new bedroom. It was the complete opposite of her old one. The room was enormous and magnificent, with ceilings so high, she felt she needed binoculars to see the top. The windows were massive, letting the golden sunlight pour through. The walls were painted a soft, creamy color and ornamented with exquisite artwork that reflected refinement and class.A king-sized bed, complete with a mountain of soft pillows. The dresser was so ornate it probably had its own backstory, covered with delicate perfume bottles and jewelry
Playing The Mafia Bride The Decision
"Claire," Anton whispered, his voice husky, "are you sure about this? About everything?" She could see the worry in his eyes, but also a deeper longing. "I am," she replied, her voice barely audible. "I have never been more sure about anything." That served as the final confirmation needed. Anton closed the space between them, his fingers gently brushing her cheek before pulling her into a tender, lingering kiss. Soon, the kiss deepened, becoming more intense as years of pent-up tension flooded out. Anton pulled away suddenly, his breath heavy and eyes locked with hers. “Ant,” Claire said in a quivering voice, unsure of what he was about to do. Slowly, Anton began taking off his shirt, his eyes never leaving hers. Claire's heart pounded in her chest as she watched. As the fabric slipped away, it revealed a carved torso, every muscle defined and firm under the dim light. His skin was smooth and bronzed from the sun, and a faint trail of hair ran down his chest to the waistlin
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The briefcase popped open, revealing stacks of neatly bundled cash. Claire gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief. She reached out and touched the money, half expecting it to vanish like a mirage. But it was all real. There had to be about hundred thousand dollars in cash in there.“Just for a meeting?” She thought to herself, still in shock.Tears of relief filled her eyes as she realized her immediate financial problems were solved. She quickly counted out enough bills to pay Mr. Jacobs , still expecting to wake up from a dream or something. Then she put the rest back into the briefcase. As she closed the lid, her phone buzzed on the bedside table, confirming the present reality. It was a text from the director, Craig.It simply read, “Last day of shooting. You’re late.”“Shit,” Claire muttered under her breath, her heart racing still, following the newfound sense of relief. She quickly got dressed, grabbed her bag, and tucked the briefcase back into the closet. Conflicted though
Playing The Mafia Bride The Briefcase
“…You’re perfect. That’s why.” Claire blushed with unexpected warmth as her eyes widened in astonishment. Her heart was pounding, and she was having trouble speaking. Finally, she managed a small, shaky smile, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of her seat. "I need some time to think about it," she said as he walked back to take his seat. “Take all the time you need, though it’s limited. The event is a month away, and I’ll need your response in a week or less, so we can either begin your training or I find an alternative. I genuinely thank you for your time, please accept this little token as a sign of appreciation.” As he said this, Big John came over to the table and handed the briefcase to Claire, who received it hesitantly, half expecting a bomb to go off. “You never know.” “How do I get to you when I’ve made my decision?” Claire asked as soon as the question came to her mind. “You don’t,” Lucas replied with a sinister smirk. “That’s all for now.” He ge
