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2024-10-29 19:42:56Hola beautiful people,
I hope you enjoyed the story of Adele and Decker.The next book in VENGEANCE SERIES is:BOOK 1: THE DEVIL'S TRAPBOOK 2: SAMSON-MAFIA AND HIS THERAPIST.Here is the blurb of next book:A kiss in the mist of danger changed everything...When mafia darling, Margarita, began interning as a therapist to escape her past, she found herself working with an insomnia patient that would change her future.While running for the shadows of her Italian family legacy, the man she was teamed to help was one she had long forgotten. When discovering the truth that binds them, she uncovers the games he was playing all along to pull her back into the life she had put behind her."I really need you to open up to me, Mr. Ruffino," her sweet honey voice brushed against his ears."What makes you think, I will open up with a woman like you. I don't even know you." His darting eyes scanning her exposed skin like a predator ready to hunt."I am here to help you as your therapist." Those caring mercury eyes looking for a single ray of hope."Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****"* Slow burn* Erotic* Dark romance* Mafia romanceA story of lust, love, betrayal, and loyalty.Read the book in next chapter.Related chapters
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Author’s note-2
SAMSON- MAFIA AND HIS THERAPIST A kiss in the mist of danger changed everything... When mafia darling, Margarita, began interning as a therapist to escape her past, she found herself working with an insomnia patient that would change her future. While running for the shadows of her Italian family legacy, the man she was teamed to help was one she had long forgotten. When discovering the truth that binds them, she uncovers the games he was playing all along to pull her back into the life she had put behind her. "I really need you to open up to me, Mr. Ruffino," her sweet honey voice brushed against his ears. "What makes you think, I will open up with a woman like you. I don't even know you." His darting eyes scanning her exposed skin like a predator ready to hunt."I am here to help you as your therapist." Those caring mercury eyes looking for a single ray of hope. "Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****" * Slow burn* Erotic* Dark romance* Mafia romance A
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 1: Meeting Him
There were parts of her completely untouched.. Until he came along and left his mark on every single inch of her. ~Enjoy the story, folks.~I don’t smoke, don’t drink, and definitely don’t do drugs. I only have a small problem. I LIE.The scarlet neon glare blinking on this retell brought a smile to their faces. They looked at each other, agreeing with dilated, gauging emotions sprinting through their eyes.“Let’s go,”It was not a regular day for these girls to come and cherish these moments. The joy of graduation is sweet and mellow. Just like every milestone, they were ready to accept the challenge, but tonight was the night to celebrate everything they had achieved. It’s the day of their graduation.Keeping those luminous tiaras on their head, wearing the neon necklace and bangles, they acquiesced to the party theme. The sound c
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 2: Room no: 4032
The booming sound engulfed her being, and the vision filled with neon lights took her to a revived level. All those bopping thoughts of cautiousness and being attentive puffed when she saw her friends fired up with music swaying their asses. She sprinted towards the handsome bartender entertaining these hot-shot girls, especially the brunette, Laila.“Everything good,” Laila jeered while picking the olive between her lips.“Yeah... as usual. Dad and his stuff.” “Forget it,”“Where is Tristy? She was supposed to bring...” Laila grabbed Margarita’s hand for not mentioning what they had decided.“I am sorry,” Margarita cringed.“Hola bitches,” a girl walked in, holding multiple drinks.“There you are,”She extended their booze." Special drinks for you all,"They guzzled it in one shot and came to dance on the floor.The DJ, at his best, played the songs for all the youngsters to enjoy this evening. Shots after shots, these girls reached cloud nine. The sight was beclouded and dizzy, drai
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 3: So wet for your tormentor Gatina (Spicy)
The sudden clasp on her mouth and the hardness she felt on her shoulder blades were enough to alert her sleeping senses. She was in danger.The adrenaline shot when a sense of self-defense aflame her mind and triggered her organs to start against the action, pulling her back. Well, she learned self-defense in her teenage years but never used it. All thanks to her dad, who forced her to learn these skill sets. It was a man who was pulling her back. She drilled her heels with full force on his right foot, making him loosen his clutch on her waist. She took this moment to use her elbow to punch the man who dared to touch her. But things turned down when he blocked the Punch, clutched her hand behind her back, and dashed her against the wall.She tried to push him back, but the exhausted body was not ready for another action. His chest pressed into her back, and his hand kept in check, not letting her wiggle any part of her being.Shhhh.She looked sideways, only to meet brown-glossy eyes
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 4: Kill her
Looking down at the beauty that fell on his chest made him smile. She was bold, beautiful, delicate, and definitely knew self-defense, but failed to secure it when it came. It was not her mistake. It’s the influence of drinks she gifted herself before coming to this place. He saw her before entering the pub when she accidentally bumped and dropped her phone. She didn’t bother to look at him, but now she might remember his face.He stroked her hair from her face and caressed her cheeks. A red mark was there, which could be when he dashed her against the wall. Her lips could compete with tomatoes, and thankfully, her eyes were closed. Otherwise, he would have lost in those teal greys. She is a piece of art and the most beautiful woman he encountered in the last few years. But he was not here to serve this beauty with pleasure; he was here to kill someone. Someone who betrayed the one whom others feared.And to maintain his fear, he will go to every extent.“Samson,”A man opened the aja
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 5: Nobody can predict who is SAMSON?
Do they say no one would leave the world alive? For every living being, the day of death was assigned before its birth. And look at this cruel destiny; it would not allow you to choose a mother’s womb, nor would it allow you to select death.This time, death chose early morning. And the location was a house in the suburban area of Milan. A woman sleeping with a four-year-old son heard a knock.She opened her eyes, and before peeking out from the hole, she observed a black Audi with tinted black widows standing outside her fences.Could it be her husband or someone else? She heard the thudded sound again and gathered herself to communicate with the person standing on the other side.“Siamo gli amici di Raul.” (We are Raul’s friends)Antonio’s native language is Italian, and it turns out to be handy when they wanted that woman to believe them“Quali amici? Raul non ha amici.” (What friends? Raul doesn’t have friends)“Ne sei sicuro, perché voleva che tu andassi in un posto sicuro prima
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 6: That fallen crystal heart
Sometimes you have to suffer in life. Not because you were born evil, but because your choices lead your way to hell. Samson knew his choices were wrong, and giving a home to an orphan kid after killing his parents would not bring any peace for him. While driving silently after dropping the little one at the orphanage, Antonio questioned Samson.“You knew it.” Samson waited for him to finish the verdict, knowing what he was referring to in the exact situation. He remained silent.“You knew you were going to kill them, which is why you already knew about this place.” Samson was right about Antonio.“Why? Who are you, Samson?” Antonio was pressing the nerve.“A man with humanity or a messenger of death?”Samson followed a rule, be so private that people can’t do anything but assume. Samson was not a man who revealed all his cards, but his habit of remaining silent and observing made people think he was pretending to have a heart, but invalidity; he was a killing machine.But no one know
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 7: Wrong room no.
SAMSON: I am coming back to the hotel.Unknown: No, sir. There are cops everywhere.SAMSON: I want you to check the sixth floor.The man who answered his call was none other than the floor manager; he helped Samson and others to get into Raul’s room.Samson dictated him to check on the sixth-floor room no. 6032, he went up.Unknown: It’s locked.SAMSON: Open the door and check she is still sleeping there.He followed the instructions and quietly checked on her.She was sleeping like a baby.SAMSON: Make sure all the curtains dropped, and nobody would disturb her.But the manager argued, saying this room was allotted to someone else anytime they would come.SAMSON: I will repeat myself.His voice was enough to send chills down his spine.He let her sleep and left the room as it was, making sure no one disturbed her.Samson hung up the phone, looking out. He had a few hours left. He came to finish the work and did it with no hardship. Just one thing settled in his soul. How long?He stu
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Margarita looked out at the moon, standing next to the fountain. The breeze played with her long curls, emphasizing the coldness. She was not expecting her dad to reveal the situation like this. She heard the footsteps approaching in her direction, and she was not willing to talk to anyone right now. She rushed towards the garden, thinking she could hide. “Margarita,” a voice brushed in her ears, and the goosebumps started to crawl out from her skin. She didn’t turn because she knew she would look weak and vulnerable in front of Samson. Margarita’s fingers tightened around the edge of her dress, her knuckles turning white. She could sense Samson’s presence behind her, the weight of his gaze, the unspoken words that hung in the air between them. But she remained committed, determined to protect herself from the pain that had once shattered her world. “I know... I have never missed an opportunity to hurt you, but we both know how much...” Samson whispered close to her ear; she turned
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Master’s cold eyes flickered with intense emotion. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers interlaced, and recounted his side of the story.“It all started when you shot Elijah, leaving him to die.” That sight was still crisp in Master’s mind, watching his son bathed in his own blood pool.Master’s voice was low and filled with bitterness.He paused for a moment, his gaze distant as he relived the memories of that fateful day. “Elijah’s condition only fueled my rage further. He was left paralyzed, and I couldn’t bear to see my son suffer like that.”“The pain of watching our son consumed my wife, and she chose to die by taking her life. I lost everything that day, and the pain consumed me because of you.” Master’s eyes didn’t flicker from Decker’s face.“I wanted revenge, and I wanted Decker to suffer as I had suffered. So, I searched for the worst criminals, those who would carry out my bidding without question. That’s when I found Vasco Ivankov and helped him establish the Spanish
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The thick scarlet liquid dripped from the on the wooden floor, slithering down at the Master’s shoe. He finished, placed his cigar back on the ashtray, and looked sideways to see the lifeless body of Capo on his patio. His face twisted in disgust and anger. He looked at the man who had once been his friend, his ally, but was now nothing more than a hindrance to his plans. “Your blood stains my patio, making it dirty,” he muttered, his voice cold and devoid of any remorse.“I thought your son was better than you, but these Costello bitches always win the men with their charm,” he greeted, his teeth watching over Elijah as he made his way to the patio.“Don’t look at me like this,” Master rolled his eyes, watching Elijah’s judgemental eyes.Capo’s phone started to buzz on the coffee table, displaying the name “Samson” on the screen, but Master didn’t bother to pick up. He threw the phone aside, frustrated by the turn of events. His plan to defeat Decker and take control of the underworl
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 156: Freedom
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THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 155: Forgiveness
The morning sun gently streamed through the curtains, waking Sarah from her restless slumber. As she opened her eyes, she saw Margi sitting beside her, her face filled with concern.“Hey,” Margi said softly, “How are you feeling?”Sarah mustered a weak smile. “Better, I guess. Thanks for taking care of me.”Margi nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of everything that had transpired. “Of course, Sarah. I’ll always be here for you.”Tears welled up in Sarah’s eyes as she looked at Margi. “I’m so sorry, Margi. I never meant for any of this to happen.”Margi reached out and gently squeezed Sarah’s hand. “It’s not your fault, Sarah. None of us could have foreseen any of this.”Sarah’s voice quivered as she spoke, “Will you ever be able to forgive Dominic?”Margi looked at her friend, unsure if she could ever find it in her heart to forgive the man who had caused her so much pain. “I... I don’t know if I can forgive him,” she admitted, her voice filled with uncertainty and vulnerability
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 154: Proximity
Margi looked down at her trembling hands, her dress stained with blood and dirt. One part of her heart was relieved. Sarah is safe and under the doctor’s observation. Her mind drifted back to that horrifying day when she witnessed her brother Ethan’s tragic end. The image of him being engulfed by bullets haunted her, and her own screams echoed in her ears. She felt the guilt creeping in, wondering why it was always her loved ones who suffered while she managed to survive.Aslan’s face flashed before her eyes, his hazel eyes filled with love and happiness just hours before his life was taken from him. The memory of his gentle smile and the promise of a new life together crushed her heart. She couldn’t bear the thought that she was with him in his last moments, and yet she couldn’t save him.“Why does it always have to be them? Why can’t I protect the ones I love?” Margi whispered to herself, her voice filled with desperation.Amid her thoughts, Antonio extended a glass of water towards
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 153: Refuge
The road ahead seemed uncertain and dark. The headlights of the car cut through the night, illuminating the winding path before them, but it did little to dispel the heaviness in their hearts.In the silence of the car, broken only by the sound of the engine and the soft hum of tires on the road, Margi and Sarah couldn’t help but contemplate the shattered trust that lay between them and Dominic.Margi skimmed in her direction and knew how the pain etched on Sarah’s face. The dry tears and blank eyes were a reflection of the shattered trust that mirrored her own feelings. Looking at Sarah, Margi saw a reflection of her own heartache, and she knew that they both shared a similar pain.“Do you love him?” Margi asked, her voice soft and understanding, knowing the weight of that question.Sarah hesitated for a moment, her lower lip trembling with fear of revealing the truth. She squeezed her eyes and swallowed the truth without uttering them in words.Margi knew the ache of loving someone
