THIS BOOK IS A DARK MAFIA ROMANCE, CONTAINS MATURE CONTENTS, AND IT'S NOT ADVISABLE FOR READERS BELOW 18 YEARS OF AGE.
DRUGS, SEX, ABUSE (NOT FROM ML), EVERY FORM OF MAFIA KINKS ARE MENTIONED IN THIS BOOK. IF YOU WON'T BE COMFORTABLE READING THIS, DO NOT PROCEED. BUT IF YOU WILL, ENJOY THE SLOW BURN. SOFIA. "Don't run from me!" He snapped. "It's not you I'm running from, I'm running from my nightmare. The shadow that has refused to let me go for the past five years" "Whatever the shadow is can't reach you when you are with me. So stay, I can guarantee your safety " "You don't understand. I don't want to inflict my problem on anybody else. I don't want to put anyone in danger." A slow, dangerous smirk curved his lips. "The only person that will be in danger is the person that's trying to hurt you. Because no one touch what is mine. You are mine princess! And I’ll always chase you, no matter where you go. So if you’re scared of a shadow, you should be scared of me instead. Because even if you run into the smallest hole in the world…" He tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with promise. "I'll find you and fetch you out!" "What?" My body trembled, fear coiling around my spine like a vice. I took a step back, but he only kept coming. "The choice is yours, Princess." His voice dropped lower, almost a whisper. "Stay with me… or let’s play hide and seek." I swallowed hard, my heart slamming against my ribs. My body became aware of his overwhelming presence, the crisp and clean scent of him, the heat radiating from his body as he closed the distance between us, trapping me against the wall, and it dominated my senses. "What do you want from me?" I hated how my voice sounded weak, it showed the effect he was having on me. I think I forgot how to breath properly, when he raised his hand to tug the loose strand of hair on my face behind my ear. His grip on my chin had me blinking up at him as he lifted my head, forcing me to meet his gaze. “What you should be concerned about is what you can get from me. You need me." I clenched my jaw. "I can take care of myself." He let out a low hum, his gaze dropping to my lips for a fleeting second before returning to my eyes. "I think we both know that’s not true." Anger flared inside me, but before I could respond, he stepped back just enough to give me space. "You can walk away right now. Try to run, try to disappear." "Or…" He paused, waiting until I met his gaze again. "You can stay. Let me deal with your problems." I hated how tempting that sounded. "Either way, Princess," he murmured, his voice like a dark promise, "I won't stop until you devote your body and soul to me." I let out a loud gasp when he suddenly wrapped his hand around my neck, pulling me close, that our face was just an inch apart. The heat of his palm burnt my skin like an electric shock, as I pant for breath. The way he held me, the way his fingers flexed ever so slightly against my pulse, sent a rush of something dark and wicked straight between my legs. He leaned in, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear, his breath warm, teasing. I shivered. "You feel that?" he murmured, his voice thick, decadent, sinful. "That ache between your thighs? The way your body trembles for me?" His grip tightened just enough to make my pulse spike. "That's your body begging for what your mouth refuses to say." I bit my lip, trying to suppress the soft whimper threatening to escape. But he knew. He could feel the way I shuddered, the way my nails dug into his arms even as I pretended to push him away. "I know you're fighting it," he mused, dragging his nose along the curve of my jaw, inhaling me like I was something to be savored. "But soon, Princess, you won't. Soon, you'll beg for my hands on you. You'll spread those pretty thighs and plead for my cock." A strangled sound slipped from my lips, humiliation and desire washing through me. "You can pretend all you want. But that sweet little pussy of yours?" He loosened his hold just enough for his hand to slide down, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin at the base of my throat before trailing lower, lower—stopping just above the swell of my breasts. "She’s already mine." My nipples tightened painfully, heat flooding through me as his words dripped into my veins like poison. And then, just as suddenly as he grabbed me, he let go. I staggered slightly, my body flushed, my pussy throbbing, desperate for something I refused to name. He smirked, watching me with dark amusement, his eyes raking over my body like he already owned it. "Deal with that ache, Princess, It only gets worse from here." then he walked away, leaving me standing- breathless. Everything about this man confused me. Especially the way my body responded to his touch, regardless of how my mind warned me about him, his aura eluded danger, and every thing I should avoid. My instinct screamed for me to run, even though he said he'd chase me. I still felt like I should run away from him. How would it feel to run from two shadows? One wants to ruin me. The other wants to own me. Which one is worse?SOFIA'S POV TWO WEEKS EARLIER... He wrapped his large hand around my neck, pinning me to the wall. I gasped, struggling to breathe, but the pressure only increased. I could feel my life slipping away. "If I ask you to do something, you comply immediately, or I'll kill you!" he growled, his voice filled with venom. His hand tightened around my neck, choking me even more. I managed to nod weakly, hoping he'd let go. And after what felt like an eternity, he finally released me. My knees buckled, and I collapsed onto the floor, clutching my throat and gasping for air. I stared at his feet as he walked out of the room, his heavy boots echoing with every step. Tears blurred my vision, and my breathing became ragged. For a moment, I thought I was going to die. "Sofia! Sofia!" someone shook me gently, pressing on my chest. My eyes fluttered open, and I sucked in a deep breath. My mother's worried face came into focus, her hands gripping my shoulders. Relief washed over me as I realized
For a moment, I thought the map was taking me to the wrong place until it stopped at a building that looked like an old warehouse clearly worn down by time.I parked my bike a few feet away from the building and walked towards the front door.Two hefty men stood guard by the door, their sharp gazes locked on me as I walked towards them, their presence making my pulse quicken.“Excuse me, I have a delivery for this address.”One of the men stepped forward, his massive frame towering over me. “Who are you?” His voice was as harsh as his appearance.“I’m from Berrylink Mall,I was asked to deliver this.”I replied quickly, holding up the package as proof. The other man, who had piercing blue eyes, narrowed his gaze and leaned slightly toward me. “Where’s James?”“I… I don’t know. Maybe he had another delivery. Look, can you just take this and sign for it so I can leave?”The blue eyed exchanged a look with his partner, a sneer forming on his lips. “It’s not that simple. You could be a dro
Zarek Vaughn.I was never the type to trust a man beneath me easily. Yet, even when he pulled the trigger and the bullet tore into my arm, I still struggled to believe he'd betray me.Jules was like a brother to me. He was my best friend Mark's younger sibling. When Mark died, I took Jules and his sister Alena in, vowing to give them the life Mark would've wanted for them. Mark died serving me, protecting me during an enemy ambush. Which wasn't my fault, death wasn't a myth in our world. We all knew it could claim us at any moment. Only the lucky ones could delay its grasp.But Jules never saw it that way, It pained me that he was too foolish to let the people that killed his brother brainwash him into thinking I was the bad person. I always knew Jules wasn't the smartest for this kind of world, he acts with emotions not brain, which is why I tried to prohibit him from joining but when he insisted I didn't have a choice.His sister, Alena was taken far away from this. I made sure her
AUTHOR'S POV THREE DAYS BEFORE THE WAREHOUSE ATTACK The masked man sat in the dimly lit room, the only illumination coming from the flickering lightbulb overhead. His gloved fingers traced the edges of the photograph spread on the desk before him. His gaze lingered on the image, a smirk playing beneath the mask. Zarek. Unpredictable. Calculating. Dangerous. For the first time, he had found a chink in Zarek's impenetrable armor. "How long has he been watching her?" he asked, not bothering to look up at the figure standing stiffly across from him. "A month," the man replied. The smirk widened. Zarek, the man who could sense betrayal from afar, the man whose instincts rivaled those of a predator, had been utterly blind to this. For an entire month, Zarek had been following the girl, yet he hadn't noticed the eyes that trailed his every move. "She's a distraction," the masked man murmured, more to himself than to his companion. His gloved hand tapped the edge of the desk rhythmic
AUTHOR'S POV THREE DAYS BEFORE THE WAREHOUSE ATTACK The masked man sat in the dimly lit room, the only illumination coming from the flickering lightbulb overhead. His gloved fingers traced the edges of the photograph spread on the desk before him. His gaze lingered on the image, a smirk playing beneath the mask. Zarek. Unpredictable. Calculating. Dangerous. For the first time, he had found a chink in Zarek's impenetrable armor. "How long has he been watching her?" he asked, not bothering to look up at the figure standing stiffly across from him. "A month," the man replied. The smirk widened. Zarek, the man who could sense betrayal from afar, the man whose instincts rivaled those of a predator, had been utterly blind to this. For an entire month, Zarek had been following the girl, yet he hadn't noticed the eyes that trailed his every move. "She's a distraction," the masked man murmured, more to himself than to his companion. His gloved hand tapped the edge of the desk rhythmic
Zarek Vaughn.I was never the type to trust a man beneath me easily. Yet, even when he pulled the trigger and the bullet tore into my arm, I still struggled to believe he'd betray me.Jules was like a brother to me. He was my best friend Mark's younger sibling. When Mark died, I took Jules and his sister Alena in, vowing to give them the life Mark would've wanted for them. Mark died serving me, protecting me during an enemy ambush. Which wasn't my fault, death wasn't a myth in our world. We all knew it could claim us at any moment. Only the lucky ones could delay its grasp.But Jules never saw it that way, It pained me that he was too foolish to let the people that killed his brother brainwash him into thinking I was the bad person. I always knew Jules wasn't the smartest for this kind of world, he acts with emotions not brain, which is why I tried to prohibit him from joining but when he insisted I didn't have a choice.His sister, Alena was taken far away from this. I made sure her
For a moment, I thought the map was taking me to the wrong place until it stopped at a building that looked like an old warehouse clearly worn down by time.I parked my bike a few feet away from the building and walked towards the front door.Two hefty men stood guard by the door, their sharp gazes locked on me as I walked towards them, their presence making my pulse quicken.“Excuse me, I have a delivery for this address.”One of the men stepped forward, his massive frame towering over me. “Who are you?” His voice was as harsh as his appearance.“I’m from Berrylink Mall,I was asked to deliver this.”I replied quickly, holding up the package as proof. The other man, who had piercing blue eyes, narrowed his gaze and leaned slightly toward me. “Where’s James?”“I… I don’t know. Maybe he had another delivery. Look, can you just take this and sign for it so I can leave?”The blue eyed exchanged a look with his partner, a sneer forming on his lips. “It’s not that simple. You could be a dro
SOFIA'S POV TWO WEEKS EARLIER... He wrapped his large hand around my neck, pinning me to the wall. I gasped, struggling to breathe, but the pressure only increased. I could feel my life slipping away. "If I ask you to do something, you comply immediately, or I'll kill you!" he growled, his voice filled with venom. His hand tightened around my neck, choking me even more. I managed to nod weakly, hoping he'd let go. And after what felt like an eternity, he finally released me. My knees buckled, and I collapsed onto the floor, clutching my throat and gasping for air. I stared at his feet as he walked out of the room, his heavy boots echoing with every step. Tears blurred my vision, and my breathing became ragged. For a moment, I thought I was going to die. "Sofia! Sofia!" someone shook me gently, pressing on my chest. My eyes fluttered open, and I sucked in a deep breath. My mother's worried face came into focus, her hands gripping my shoulders. Relief washed over me as I realized
THIS BOOK IS A DARK MAFIA ROMANCE, CONTAINS MATURE CONTENTS, AND IT'S NOT ADVISABLE FOR READERS BELOW 18 YEARS OF AGE. DRUGS, SEX, ABUSE (NOT FROM ML), EVERY FORM OF MAFIA KINKS ARE MENTIONED IN THIS BOOK. IF YOU WON'T BE COMFORTABLE READING THIS, DO NOT PROCEED. BUT IF YOU WILL, ENJOY THE SLOW BURN. SOFIA. "Don't run from me!" He snapped. "It's not you I'm running from, I'm running from my nightmare. The shadow that has refused to let me go for the past five years" "Whatever the shadow is can't reach you when you are with me. So stay, I can guarantee your safety " "You don't understand. I don't want to inflict my problem on anybody else. I don't want to put anyone in danger." A slow, dangerous smirk curved his lips. "The only person that will be in danger is the person that's trying to hurt you. Because no one touch what is mine. You are mine princess! And I’ll always chase you, no matter where you go. So if you’re scared of a shadow, you should be scared of me instead. Bec