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Chapter 89: December 20th: The Cost of Choosing Him.
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The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 90: Choked, Stroked, and Soaked with his cock.
His hands found my hips, and he dragged me closer, legs spread, nipples pointing at him as I lay on the desk. I gasped at the hardness of his cock pressing onto my groin, my thighs squeezed instinctively; the feeling of anticipation was too much to bear."Keep those gates open," he barked, forcing them apart. His thumb found my clit, pressing just enough to send a sharp jolt through me.“Slick and red, just how I like it, he mused, circling it slowly, lazily. "I haven’t figured out if I should taste you first or just shove my cock inside and fuck you stupid."He circled his dick slowly on it, making me whimper. Then his hands took over. I couldn't think—I could barely breathe. His fingers moved faster, rubbing tight, focused circles until I arched against the table.A low moan escaped his lips as he watched me squirm. "That's my girl. Always ready to come undone for me."His fingers worked faster—relentless, merciless, not inside my cunt but on my clit and all the surroundings of my v
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The words were soft, hesitant, but they detonated inside my skull like a damn bomb. My whole body tensed beneath her, the warmth between us turning razor-sharp. Love. That word didn’t belong in my world—it didn’t belong in my chest or bloodstream. But she had just dropped it between us like it was something simple, something light.I went still. My fingers, which had been lazily tracing her back, froze against her spine."Go ahead, lie to me. Tell me you don’t love me, and I’ll pretend to believe it." She blurted out. She wasn’t letting me escape this."You’ve slit throats and spilt blood for me. Don’t insult me by pretending it wasn’t love." Her eyes searched mine.I didn’t respond. Couldn’t. I had waited so damn long to hear those words, but now that I had, they felt foreign. Like something I wasn’t meant to have. My father, and everyone who knew the truth of our marriage, had sworn that her loving me was impossible. Which woman on earth would love a man whose father had kidnapped h
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She looked up at me, her lips curling in that knowing smile—but she didn’t sit back on my lap. “I know you, Dontrell. You’re not a man who lets his business slip away. But I’ll be here when you come back. I trust you.” She responded gently.“I trust you, too, Allison.” The words were dark and rough, but they were true. “I need you to understand—whatever happens, you belong to me. And that means I’ll burn anyone who dares come for you.”She met my gaze with an unspoken understanding. “You don’t have to say it,” she smiled. “I see it in everything you do.”I was still seated, my grip firm around her fingers, tracing slow circles against her palm.When I rose, I pulled her close. Her breath hitched as my body pressed against hers, the heat between us reigniting. My dick stirred, rubbing against her skin.She winked up at me before a slow, wicked smile spread across her small lips."Again?" she teased.I smirked, brushing a thumb over her hip. "You do this to me, Angel."She leaned in, he
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I gripped a bottle of Romanée-Conti 1945, my fingers tightening on it. I admired the way the bottle's curves fit comfortably in my palm and its vintage design. The scent of aged oak and bourbon mixed with the chill air of the wine cellar. Indecision gnawed at me as I wondered if I should take this vintage wine or if a bottle of whisky would do for him. Almost immediately, I heard his footsteps even before the door opened. I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. I recognised him by the rhythm of his walk and the unmistakable scent of his cologne—Shia. “Has it come to this?” Andrew's voice cut through the air, the bitterness sharp. He leaned against the door frame, his arms and legs crossed; he watched me as if I were something to dissect, something difficult to understand.I didn’t turn to face him as I responded but I dropped the bottle of wine into my wooden basket gently alongside the other items in it. “Come to what, Andrew?” My voice barely carried, almost lost in the cavernous
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I left Andrew behind in the wine cellar and took the staircase straight down, emerging into the general living room of the penthouse. From there, I strode across the open foyer and exited the building, stepping onto the grand steps leading down to the car lot.The air was heavy, a strong breeze rolling through — a —a downpour was coming. It was only 4 PM, yet the sky was tinged with an ominous shade of grey.Silas was already waiting beside the bulletproof Mercedes-Maybach. The moment he spotted me, he pulled open the back door. I slid in, placing my gift basket beside me, and within seconds, he was in the driver’s seat, manoeuvring the car smoothly through the vast compound.As we neared the massive entrance gate of the compound, preparing to enter into the main road, my gaze flicked to the rearview mirror, catching sight of one of Dontrell’s cars. A deep red Rolls-Royce Phantom Guard pulled out behind us. My eyes flicked to Silas.“Where are those men going?” I asked, my voice carryi
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"Didn’t anyone teach you to knock? Or to read a fucking sign? This office was out of bounds, even for you.”Mr. Blade’s voice snapped through the air like a whip, but I barely heard him. My mind was still trying to process the filth in front of me. Because it wasn’t some nightmare I could wake up from. It was real.Celine. Sprawled across Dontrell’s desk. Her legs spread wide, her body on full display. She moaned like a cheap whore, her voice filthy, breathless—obscene.Beside her, Damien—one of Clayton’s security guards—stood, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself as he watched, waiting for his turn. The scent of sweat, sex, and sin thickened the air, making my stomach churn.The four other men—naked—had already finished on her. Their filth still glistened on her body, their tip and floor filled with cum.She turned her head, eyes half-lidded with lust as Damien plunged a vibrator into her. “Are you going to join the fun or stay away?” she asked me. Her body twitched in p
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Rain pounded against the car like a relentless drumbeat. I sat there, drenched, my body trembling from the cold, my mind replaying the scene over and over—Celine moaning, her workout pussy lips, the men violating her, Mr. Blade directing it all like some twisted film producer. And Dontrell—he had known. He had allowed it. No, he was in on it.The car door remained open. Andrew stood there, his broad frame blocking the rain from completely drenching the interior. He didn’t close the door. He didn’t speak. He just stood by me, leaning on the car, watching me. Silent. I sobbed the more for a while before I met his gaze, my chest heaving. Of course, he was silent—I had insulted him this morning before storming out of the house, throwing words at him like daggers. Maybe this was my punishment. Maybe he wanted me to sit in my misery.But as he turned to leave, I reached out and grabbed his arm. He was just as wet as I was, his wrist cold against mine. His shirt was soaked through, clinging
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The house was too quiet as I sat.Andrew had told me he would check the docks for Dontrell. I begged him not to start a fight, and he promised he wouldn’t. But now, sitting alone at home, I couldn’t help but wonder—what had they discussed? Was Dontrell really the one with the shoe? If he told Andrew the truth, would Andrew tell me?I think he would. Andrew needs me to leave, Dontrell. But the fact that he still defended Dontrell—insisting he’d never be involved with a woman like Celine—showed just how loyal he was to Dontrell before I came into the picture.Later that evening…I sat in front of my dresser, a hairdryer in hand, wearing nothing but a silk robe. My wet hair clung to my shoulders as I ran my fingers and the dryer through it. The shower had washed away the crime, but not the betrayal. That would never fade.Suddenly—I heard a slam!Someone was stomping their feet continuously outside the room. It made my pulse spike as the heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway.But I d
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The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 173: When day breaks, I Die.
The air was thick with a foul, deathly presence. Nausea rose, choking me. I fought to hold it down, but my stomach twisted, the bitter taste rising.Blood. Fresh. Dark. Everywhere. A stark stain on the cold concrete. It pooled in the corners, a chilling testament to what had happened here. My hands flew to my mouth, holding back the bile. My feet cemented to the ground, my body paralysed by the horror before me.Ahead, a steel autopsy table gleamed under a surgical lamp. Dried blood smeared its edges. Shackles hung from the sides, the stench of bleach and decay churning my stomach.To the left—glass display cases. Not for trophies. For weapons. Lined neatly: silenced pistols, blood-crusted knives, bone saws, scalpels, and syringes half-filled with amber liquid. A blood streaked sledgehammer rested casually against the wall like it had just been used.My stomach twisted as I backed into the wall, gripping the frame to avoid falling. My hands, knees, and lips were all shaking.A body
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 172: Sex, Ashes and Evidences.
The lone lamp cast long shadows over the cabin's bare walls. The air reeked of smoke, sweat, and sex— the aftermath of what Clayton and I had just shared. My body still ached from his touch, but my mind was sharper than ever. Wrapped in one of his shirts, I sat on the bed’s edge, papers and photos scattered.We were deep in the forest, far from the city, where no one would think to look. A place where secrets could be spoken without fear of being overheard.Clayton, bare-chested, leaned against the headboard, cigarette burning as he studied our evidence. His cold, dark blue eyes mirrored my fury.I picked up a photo—blurred figures loading bodies into a container. Victims of Dontrell.“We were right,” I said, voice trembling. "Organ trafficking. Smuggling. Everything Dontrell claimed to hate—he ran them all.I lamented bitterly. "Selling kidneys, livers, and hearts on the black market like fucking cattle.""Not just adults... children, too. Smuggling them across borders for sick bas
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 171: Buried Lies and Burning Roads.
The sun beat down as we gathered at the cemetery, a sea of black filling the field. The air buzzed with murmurs and shuffling feet. Everyone wore black. The police. The people. The priest is standing by the open grave. Even I was covered head to toe in black, a light scarf tight around my hair. I didn’t want attention — just for this to be over.Doris’s casket lay before us, her photo resting on what was left of her. The news had said her body was blown apart in the explosion. I watched as the casket was lowered into the earth, soil spilling onto the lid.People kept brushing my arms as they passed, offering hollow condolences, their faces strained with pity. It was laughable if it wasn’t sickening.When it was time, I stepped forward for my eulogy. "My best friend... my light," I said steadily. "When I had nothing, Doris came through for me. When my world collapsed, she stood tall beside me. Doris was there for me on my worst days.”I paused, squeezing fake tears from my eyes.“E
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 170: A Funeral for Secrets.
(Six Days After the Explosion)The TV blared, the reporter's voice urgent and sombre."Good morning, this is Channel Nine. We begin today with breaking news: on March 5th—six days ago—panic struck the Hilton Grand Ballroom. A private anniversary party hosted by Verve Noir’s CEO, Celine Laurent, ended in unimaginable tragedy when a powerful explosion tore through the sixth floor. Celine Laurent and her close associate, socialite Doris Avery, have been confirmed dead.Eyewitnesses described scenes of chaos as fire crews fought through the wreckage late into the night. Authorities confirmed that both women's remains were found scattered amid the debris. Investigations are still ongoing, and the city mourns this devastating loss.The anchor paused, voice heavier.“Today, the charred remains of the victims have been released to their families. Celine Laurent’s burial ceremony will be announced later today. However, in Doris Avery’s case, no family has come forward. Therefore, the governmen
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 169: The Only One Worth Saving.
The elevator dinged open, jolting me from my frantic thoughts. I was on the last floor, back at the party. The moment I stepped out, every eye turned toward me, like they’d just seen a ghost. It wasn’t my appearance—my hair was a little messy, my makeup cracked, but nothing major. It was my panicked eyes, frantic breathing, and beaded sweat. Told a different story, like I drowned in a water where I went. They stared like I'd lost my mind. But I couldn't care less.I marched straight to the table where we had been sitting earlier; Dontrell wasn’t there anymore. I grabbed a glass from a passing waiter, not caring how delicate it was. I ignored all etiquette, all class. The moment it touched my lips, I gulped it down in one go, the alcohol’s burn grounding me briefly.The guests laughed and chatted, clueless about what had just gone down upstairs. I glanced around, searching for Celine and Doris, but neither of them was in sight. Maybe Clayton’s plan had worked, and they had gone to meet
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 168: Under Siege.
Celine and I had been sparring for what felt like forever. Arms aching, chest burning. She moved like a trained warrior—stronger and faster. Her punches slammed heavily — overpowering me every time.I was just a rich girl with ballet training— completely out of my depth—while she looked like a soldier turned milk tart. She landed a blow, knocking me backward. But I wasn’t going to give up that easily.With a quick jump, I managed to land a blow to her chest. The impact made her stumble back, but it wasn’t enough to stop her. I used the opportunity to kick her, my heel driving into her soft spot. Celine shrieked, clutching her chest and crotch, face twisted in pain. She gasped and bent over.I sprinted toward the table, fumbling for the remote, my fingers trembling. I slammed the green button three times before the robotic voice said, ‘Door Open.’"Yes!’ I screamed, sprinting for the door… Before I touched the handle, the door slammed open from outside with brutal force. I staggere
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 167: Death in High Heels.
The bass thumped under my heels as I slipped through the hallway, my heart pounding in warning. Guests danced below while something ugly twisted above. I shouldn’t have followed her, but pain and jealousy don’t ask permission.Clayton warned me to stay low. But jealousy cuts deeper, and pain drowns reason. I saw Celine slip into another corner. She walked like she wanted to be followed. She glanced back once, just enough to bait me. Her fake confidence infuriated me enough to follow.Fifth floor. Sixth. The party noise disappeared entirely. It felt like I’d stepped into another world. With each step up, the world grew quieter. Now it was just the two of us—she leading, I hunting.She turned into a hallway and entered a door, leaving it slightly ajar. I waited—five, ten seconds.She didn’t come back out.I walked up and pushed the heavy door open without knocking. No pretending.The room was cold, too bright. No sunlight—just chandeliers spilling light over velvet drapes, marble f
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 166: Burn, Don’t Bow.
The car stopped, cameras flashing from all angles, their lenses like hungry eyes trying to pierce the tinted glass.I adjusted the slit of my dress, trembling more from rage than from concern for my appearance. My jaw tightened, teeth gritted. I hadn’t forgiven him. Not even close.Back in the penthouse, I had nearly ripped that burgundy suit off his body and set it on fire. But Dontrell didn’t flinch, didn’t even raise his voice as my fury crashed over him. He stood like a goddamn wall of storms and blood, letting me throw my tantrum.“You done?” he asked, his voice as cool as ice on fire.I blinked, stunned by his nonchalance. “Excuse me?”“You want to kill someone tonight?” he asked, calm as ever, when I threatened to end Celine. “Fine. Let me hand you the match, but why kill only her when you could burn them all out there?”I cursed, flung my purse at him, and told him I wasn’t a pawn to parade. He didn’t argue. He stepped closer, his breath fire on my skin, voice low.“I’m not
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 165: From Clayton’s Dick to Dontrell’s Bed.
I opened the door and stepped into the room, every nerve in my body fried. I kicked off my heels and dropped my bag. Their thud against the marble barely registered. My chest tightened, my skin prickling. Shame coiled around me, dragging the weight of my guilt.‘What have I done?’I’d let that bastard touch me.My stomach twisted as I crashed onto the bed, face up, trying to process how I went from hating him to begging him to ruin me. I used to hate everything he stood for. He was filth, a reminder of every bad decision I vowed never to repeat. And still… I spread myself on that table for him. I let him into my body like he hadn’t violated my soul.I rubbed my arms like I could erase the feel of him. The way I let it happen.I groaned, disgusted with myself, but my body didn’t care—the heat still burnt between my thighs. I tossed on the bed, arm over my eyes, trying to drown the memory.CLICK. A door creaked open, snapping me back.My heart slammed as I sprang up, adrenaline slicing
