“You’re mine, and mine only,” Dominic growled as he pinned me to the wall. The cold nozzle of his gun traced the curve of my cleavage, making me suck in a deep breath. “If any man so much as looks at you the wrong way, I’ll blow his fucking brains out. Is that clear?” “Yes, Dominic,” I yielded in a whisper, despite the voice in my head screaming at me not to, “I’m yours.” _____________ Mila Parker’s seemingly ordinary life spirals into a nightmare when she is betrayed by her boyfriend and sold to the Italian mob to settle his debts. Now, falling into the hands of Dominic Silvetti, the ruthless don of the Italian mafia, she is roped into a world of danger, power and desire like she has never seen before. Dominic is a man who takes what he wants, and what he wants is Mila, body and soul. No matter how hard she fights, Mila is unable to resist the pull of the man determined to consume her whole. But as she tastes more of the darkness in Dominic’s world, Mila is left to decide; Completely submit to the ruthless mafia king or run for the hills and never look back?
View MoreDOMINIC’S POVThe blood in my veins sizzled as her wide green eyes locked onto me. The petrified look in them, similar to a deer caught in headlights, brought me a sense of satisfaction.Good. She knew she had done something wrong.My gaze shifted to the bartender behind her, and the image of him wiping something off her lips with his thumb flashed through my mind.My teeth ground together so hard my jaw began to ache. I also had to clench my fists to prevent myself from grabbing him over the counter and bashing his stupid, preppy face in.The thought of him being so comfortable with her ticked me off more than I wanted to admit.“Is this what you’re here to do?” I ground out as my eyes shot lasers at him. “Flirt with my waitresses? Do you no longer want your brother’s sins forgiven?I knew the question would hit him where it hurts, and judging by the way his expression faltered and his jaw clenched, it did.“I’m sorry, Don Silvetti,” he mumbled in a tone that portrayed remorse. “Ple
MILA’S POVI walked out of the bathroom feeling even more unsettled than I was when I went in. How the hell was I supposed to get any info on Dominic’s next shipment without getting caught, or worse…killed.As I trudged down the hallway lost in thoughts, the low, almost urgent murmur of a voice caught my ears and stopped me in my tracks.“…the shipment will arrive at the dock in the next four days by midnight. We make our move then. There’s no room for error this time.”My eyes widened as I recognized the voice as Marco’s, and I covered my mouth with my palms to avoid making any sound that’ll give me away.I tiptoed towards the wall next to the storage closet where I heard Marco from and pressed myself against it. It was a risk eavesdropping on him, but I just couldn’t help myself. I had to know what he was talking about.Making sure to keep my movements as stealthy as possible, I inched my ear closer to the door.“Don’t worry, you’ll get your cut,” Marco continued. “And if the Don
MILA’S POV My head snapped up to see none other than Dominic striding into the room, wearing a black shirt and black pants with a gun holster strapped to his back. His dark hair sat lazily on his head and his sharp, gray eyes scanned the room until they landed on my kneeling form. His brows furrowed and his eyes seemed to darken, though his face betrayed nothing else. The room dropped a few degrees, and Matteo’s friends instantly straightened on their seats, their arrogant expressions completely dissipating at Dominic’s commanding presence. “Matteo? What are you doing?” He asked, his tone almost sounding bored as he stepped further into the room. “Ah, Dom! You’re here,” Matteo chuckled as he zipped up his pants and turned to Dominic. “Just trying to have some fun with this piccola puttana. She’s quite a looker, isn’t she?” Dominic grunted as he strode towards the main leather couch across from us and took a seat. His broad shoulders were relaxed, but there was somethin
MILA’S POVSasha sighed at my question, and her carefree demeanor was replaced with something more serious as she turned to me, while Carlo got to work preparing the drinks. “Let’s just say they are…very prominent people in the mafia,” she whispered almost as though she was saying something forbidden.“They don’t come here unless it’s for a meeting with Don Silvetti, and the VVIP room is their regular meeting place.”My heart sank as I processed her words. A meeting with Don Silvetti? Did that mean I would have to see Dominic again?My pulse quickened and my nervousness returned in full waves, making my chest feel tight.Sasha must have noticed the change in my expression, because she reached out to lightly touch my arm.“You’ll be fine,” she assured, but it did nothing in calming my nerves. “All you need to do is serve them and stand by in case there’s anything else they’d need. They aren’t known for being handsy like the other sleazebags who come around here, so you don’t have t
MILA’S POV “Done!” Sasha exclaimed, and leaned back with a satisfied expression. She clapped her hands together beneath her chin and looked at me like an artist admiring their finished masterpiece. My gaze hesitantly darted to the mirror, and when I finally looked, a gasp escaped my lips. My green eyes popped beneath the eyeliner, which was sharply drawn to give me an almost seductive cat eye. The makeup on my face was enough to enhance my delicate features, and my usually small lips looked fuller with the bold red lipstick painted on it. I bit the inside of my cheek as I turned to Sasha. “Don’t you think it’s a bit…much? It almost doesn’t look like me.” “That’s the point, girl,” Sasha rolled her eyes playfully as she placed a hand on her hip. “You’re not Mila the nervous chica anymore. You’re Melina the illicit bunny, so you have to look the part. Now, come on.” She motioned with her fingers for me to follow as she began walking away. I turned to see her headin
MILA’S POVMy brows furrowed as I tried to make sense of what Patricia said. “W-what do you mean?” I asked as I gulped down the unease crawling up my throat.“I mean…you have to be careful around here,” her grim tone rekindled my unease. “One mistake can cost you dearly.” She let the words settle in before crossing her arms. “Now,” her tone changed to a more neutral one. “Let's go over the rules of this club. Rule one; the customers are always right. You must do whatever they tell you, no questions asked. Rule two:” she raised two fingers. “Every single cent you make here, tip or not, goes back to the club. No exceptions.”My brows furrowed, and I opened my mouth to argue, but snapped it shut when she threw me a glare.“Rule three:” she continued. “Don Silvetti’s office is out of bounds, unless you’re summoned. And before you go in, you must knock three consecutive times, no more, no less.”“And lastly,” her voice became edgier. “You must respect your superiors, and that includes a
MILA’S POV My head snapped up to see Dominic standing at the doorway with his head tilted as he watched us with narrowed eyes. I took a deep breath and tried to suppress the panic that was growing within me by steadying my expression. “It’s just something that has to do with my amnesia,” I tried my best to make my voice sound as small and innocent as possible. He hummed, and took slow steps towards us. The doctor instantly scooted away from my side and put a considerable distance between us. I blinked in surprise at how quickly his demeanor changed. It was almost as though he wasn’t the same confident person that was giving me instructions a few minutes ago because his expression returned back to the harmless state he sported before. His acting was good…almost too good, and it began to make me wonder if he had been completely honest with me or there was something else he held back. Could I really trust this doctor? “And why shouldn’t I find out about it?” Dominic’s qu
MILA’S POV Despite my racing heart, I kept on a straight face as the doctor explained my condition to Dominic. I couldn’t betray the fact that I was pretending to have lost my memory. When the doctor had checked my vitals earlier, I’d silently pleaded with him to play along with my ruse, and to my surprise, he agreed. He probably saw the desperation in my eyes. “So what happens now?” Dominic’s sharp question snapped my attention back to him. “Is there a way to get her memories back?” “Well…” the doctor hesitated, his gaze briefly flickering to me then back to Dominic. “For now, nothing can be done. And she mustn’t experience any form of stress whether physical or mental, otherwise her brain might be pushed into shock.” I was impressed by how effortlessly the doctor lied. His words were so convincing that even I might’ve believed him if I didn’t know the truth. Dominic let out a frustrated grunt before his piercing gaze landed on me, pining me in place. I shifted uncomf
DOMINIC’S POV The little minx blinked up at me with those green doe eyes, so wide and confused that I almost forgot why I was fucking furious. I’d been in the middle of an important meeting when my men called to inform me of her attempted escape and accident. I can’t explain the panic that gripped me as I stormed out of my meeting. I bet she doesn’t even know she has been unconscious for three days. Seeing her head wrapped in a bandage on the hospital bed, made my anger sizzle. What the hell was she thinking? Did she really think she could escape me? Especially after she hadn’t yet paid for all she did? My fists clenched as I closed my eyes, trying to rein in my anger. One thing I prided myself with was my ability to control my emotions. It’s what made me as formidable as I am today, but ever since I saw Mila again, that control has been tested severally. “Ow,” she winced as she tried to sit up, and I reached out to clamp down on her narrow shoulders. Everything
MILA’S POV “Happy birthday babe,” Dane, my boyfriend of three years, engulfed me in a bear hug as soon as I stepped into the one bedroom apartment we shared. My body relaxed into his out of habit as the exhaustion from working at the bar all day weighed me down. “Thanks, Dane,” I managed a tight lipped smile as I hugged him back, the all too familiar scent of his musky cologne mixed with the stale scent of cannabis, tickling my nostrils. “You know how much I love you right?” Dane murmured against my hair before pulling back slightly to meet my eyes. “Yeah,” I mumbled, even though my words were a complete contrast to how I really felt. Dane always claimed to love me, but it never showed in his actions. I’d admit that things were rosy when we started dating, but after Dane lost his job, he became distant. I've been footing all our bills since then, despite already having a lot on my plate with my father’s medical bills. Dane let go of me and gestured towards the wobbl...
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