Sinful Desires: Taming The Cold Mafia Lord

NOTE: You can read this work as a standalone, but for better clarification, I would recommend that you read the first book.GIULIAI kept peeking behind me as I dashed down the busy streets of Madrid. Most of the pedestrians gave me curious looks as I weaved through them. My heart was thumping violently in my chest. I was sweating, but that was the least of my problems.I knew there was no way those monsters could have tracked me from the States to Spain, but I couldn't help my intrusive thoughts.I securely gripped my purse, clutching it to myself to discourage pickpockets. The minute I left the airport, I went to a Bureau de Change to get my currency changed from Dollar to Euro. I only had 700 Euros with me, and I hoped to use it sparingly.I intended to find a motel that wouldn't cost more than £3. If that was possible. I didn't mind living in a rat-infested place until I got a job, which didn't sound like something that would have happened anytime soon.“Sorry!” I apologized to a

GUILIAFucking arse hole! I gritted my teeth, trudging down the street, still thinking of that weirdo. Grumbling, I shoved what I purchased into my purse. I would have to eat that when I got to the place I would spend the night in. My stomach rumbled, but I ignored it. It wasn't as if this was the first time I had gone hungry for the entire day. My foster parents frequently starved me whenever I did something they warned me against. And did it work? Of course, not. Mary, most times, laughed at how willful I was. A pity she never fully got to know why I was that way. Halfway down the streets, my eyes landed on a neon light. 'De Parish Bar.' Huh? I frowned at the long line of people waiting at the door to be ushered in. I peered around the place, noting how deserted it was. In my angry state, I didn't realize where I was heading. It seemed I left the road I took to the convenience store, for the one behind it. I grimaced as a certain thought came to mind. I touched my purse. The

GUILIAMy mouth tasted acrid, almost the same as it did when I received an injection months ago. I coughed, feeling an acute pain in my lungs. My eyes felt heavy — like something glued them together.“You have to treat her well. I didn't spend five million euros for nothing. Get her ready for tonight,” a voice instructed. It sounded so familiar, but I couldn't rack my brain enough to place the voice.“We will do as you ordered, my Lord,” another voice —feminine—affirmed.I heard footsteps before the bang of the door. I tried to force my eyes open, but the heaviness was still on my lid.It wasn't until I dozed off and woke up for the third time that I finally opened my eyes. I was in a tiny room. There were no windows to tell the time. Aside from a couch not too far from the bed I was sprawled on, there was nothing in the chamber. They painted the walls red, a sharp contrast to the light green tiles used. The huge chandelier, hanging from the roof shed sufficient light to the place.I

MARK"Fuck..." I muttered under my breath. She was on her feet, hot and ready to throw fists. So feisty! "Why am I here?" I growled.She screamed something at Eric. I could hear her. It wasn't surprising to see her getting in fights with men after all she did in the store. She suddenly crouched, ready, poised to strike like a deadly viper. My control snapped. "What the hell is going on here?!" I yelled. Everybody turned to me. When our eyes locked and she scoffed, I knew what was running through her head...*~*~*~*~*~*WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??!I furrowed my brows as I stared out of my balcony. That lady got on my nerves every fucking time we stumbled into each other! And of course, she wasn't going to agree that the unforeseen coincidence wasn't planned.She had made another show in the club, screaming with visuals of how I, in her words, "grabbed her arse."That sounded so funny... and fucking annoying. I had ladies who were ready to let me fuck them from dusk till dawn for free.

GIULIA“Fuck,” I groaned.Everywhere was quiet when I woke up. I expected to find myself in a torture chamber or someplace close enough, but that wasn't the case. The magnificent chandelier that hung on the ceiling, the subtle light infiltrating from the window on my right and the pleasant scent of Jasmine gave the room a homey ambience.My head hurt, but not as bad as it did when I awakened…Wait a damned minute! I swiftly sat up on the bed, only to recoil at the searing pain in my head. It felt like my skull was about to be split in two.I placed my right hand on my forehead and tightened my eyes to stop the pain. Had I known this would happen, I wouldn't have risen as fast as I did. “Fucking hell!”“Are you okay?” A voice inquired from the doorway.At the sound of the familiar voice, I removed the palm on my forehead and turned towards the pervert standing by the door.“You?!” I pointed at him, scrunching my nose in detest. “What are you doing here?!”“This is my house,” he respon