"Who hurt you?" Antonio's deep voice cut through the air like daggers. Isabella lowered her eyes timidly, holding on to her wounded arm. "It was Master Pedro." Mario, his bodyguard, answered instead. Antonio said nothing more. He uncrossed his legs and grabbed the large butcher knife on the table. "Wait here." He murmured to Isabella. He stormed into the gambling parlor, his face set in a deep scowl, his eyes burning with rage, his grip tight on the knife. When Pedro spotted him, he grinned and waved. "Antonio, have you come to join us?" Antonio marched up to him, grabbed his hand and chopped it off. Pedro's painful scream echoed all over the gambling room. "Next time, keep your hands away from what is mine." … Orphaned at a young age, Isabella Valdez always thought her aunt Sophia who raised her wanted her to have a good life. But it was all a lie. She was being sold off. At the auction center, tied to a stake, she watched as the crowd of men bargained loudly, each trying to buy her for the highest amount. Until a deep emotionless voice spoke calmly from the crowd. "A hundred thousand pieces of gold." … Don Antonio de Marino is the ruthless El Capo of La Vendetta Oscura, the powerful and most feared mafia organization in Las Vegas. His world revolved around three things: Wealth. Power. Revenge. But nothing could have prepared him for the chaos that came with the innocent Isabella Valdez. … This is a Mafia dark romance story and strongly rated 18. If you like the concept of BDSM, dominant and submissive, dark obsession, and possessive dark male leads who would burn down the world to save their women, then this book is for you. If you don't, you've been warned. Xoxo.
view more"Come here." Antonio murmured, gesturing for her to sit on his thigh. Isabella's whole body screamed at her to refuse, but she remembered the rules. She didn't want to anger him. When she hesitated, he arched a brow at her. "I said come here, Isabella. Don't make me come get you."Sighing angrily, she got up and walked towards him. She paused, standing before him, unsure of what to do.Suddenly he grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his laps. His masculine smell hit her immediately. She breathed in, drawing in his scent. Why did he smell so delicious? She kept her gaze pinned on his adam apple, watching as it bobbed when he swallowed. She didn't like this, sitting so close to him. Yet her body betrayed her. Antonio on the other hand pulled her closer, keeping one arm around her. He crushed the cigarette on the silver ash tray beside him and turned to her. "Are you nervous?" He murmured softly. "No." She replied. She wasn't nervous. She was trying to stop herself from swooning
Antonio noticed the look on her face and he smiled. "Don't be scared." He said, turning the muzzle away from her. "It's not meant for you."He reached out and placed a plate in front of her. The aroma of the food tickled her nose and made her mouth water. There were omelettes, bacon, fried pasta, steak, a tray of steaming croissants fresh from the oven, a basket of fruits, caviar, italian cheese, a kettle of coffee and a bottle of wine. Isabella had never seen such an array of food. It was enough to feed an army. Silently, Antonio filled her plate and set it in front of her. Then he helped her cut up the roasted steak into smaller pieces, poured her a glass of juice and set it beside the plate. Isabella watched him, mesmerized by his fluid movements. He had nice fingers, long and slender. When he grabbed a fork and handed it to her, she imagined those hands around her waist, and her eyes widened, shocked at her own thoughts. She lowered her face to her plate so he wouldn't notice
"I think we got off to a wrong start. How about we start over. Sì?"Isabella wiped her eyes, trying not to fidget under his intense stare. "I will keep you happy if you stay with me." Antonio went on, running his hand through her hair. "I don't know the kind of life you lived before the auction center, but it's going to be different here. I will treat you well.""You left me hungry." Isabella pointed out. "I did, and that was wrong." He agreed. "I promise to feed you. Whatever you want."Isabella frowned, wondering why he was acting nice all of a sudden. This was the same man whose temper had placed her in a choke hold. The same man who effortlessly pulled a gun and killed someone. "Why did you kill that man?" She asked, clearly out of curiosity. Antonio's hand paused on her hair, and for a moment she thought he wouldn't answer her. But he did. "There is a lot you need to know about my world, cara mia." He muttered. "It isn't a rosy place. To survive, you must kill."The strange
The next morning, Antonio woke up in a foul mood. He got out of bed and took a quick bath, before dressing up in a pair of grey slacks and a t-shirt. Then he grabbed a jacket and stepped out of the room. As he walked past the hallway, he stopped in front of the room Isabella was locked in. He moved close and gently touched the door, his fingers splaying over the cold metal. He was tempted to unlock it and bring her out, but he remembered what she called him last night. A monster. His brows furrowed in anger and he stepped away. He would leave her in there for a few more hours, as punishment. She had no idea how much that single word triggered him. As he made his way downstairs, forgotten memories flittered across his mind, trying to make him remember what he had buried deep within him. In his mind's eye, he saw whips and belts. He saw his father, the former el capo, a man who was a demon in disguise. Memories rushed back and he paused, gripping the stair rails tightly until his
The moment the towel dropped, Isabella made the mistake of looking down. She gasped, her face flaming red with an embarrassed blush, her eyes bulging out. Turning away, she shut her eyes and placed her hands over her face. Antonio watched her, amused by her behavior. His lips lifted in a wry smile and he asked. "What? Never seen a naked man before?"Isabella groaned in frustration and plugged her fingers in her ears. She was only just realizing that beneath all that rugged exterior and ruthless demeanor, Antonio was utterly shameless. "Please, Master. Put on your towel." She muttered. Antonio cocked his head to the side, his smile widening. It was surprising to see how flustered she looked, despite her rebellious streak. He leaned down and grabbed the towel, but didn't put it on. "You can open your eyes now." He murmured. Breathing a sigh of relief, Isabella dropped her hands and opened her eyes. But to her horror, he was still naked and the towel trailed from his hand. "Oh m
Antonio felt the splatter of vomit on his shirt and he went still. Cursing softly, he turned around and stared at Isabella silently. She stared back at him innocently, wiping her mounth. He was too pissed to say a word, to surprised to wonder what kind of girl she was. So he unbuttoned the shirt and tossed it the ground. He reached out to grab her hand and she backed away. "I can't believe you killed him." She whispered. "My patience is being held by a thin thread." He murmured coldly to her. "So you better behave yourself."Isabella looked up at him, her eyes flashing with defiance. The way he called her name sounded too intimate, too sensual. It belied the storm in his eyes. "If you don't come with me, you'll be standing behind my gun next." He grabbed her hand again and pulled her along with him to the car. When she got in, he slammed the door and walked to the driver's side. Then he got in and sped away. The ride back to the villa was quiet. But not for long. "What were you
"Frankie, how long before the shipment arrives at Vegas?" Antonio barked into his cellphone, pacing around the room in annoyance. He had discarded his white sleeve, and all he had on was a pair of dark tailored trousers. He was shirtless and barefooted. His jaw clenched and unclenched as he listened to the man on the other end. "Signòre Antonio, there is a slight problem with the shipment." Frankie replied, his voice filled with fear. "Che cazzo dici?" Antonio snapped. "What the fuck are you saying?""It is Sebastian, signòre. He is staking a claim to the gold shipment?""Sebastian?" Antonio repeated the name like it left a bad taste in his mouth. "Which Sebastian?""Sebastian Giovanni." Frankie answered. "He claims to have laid eyes on the gold before you. He and his men plan to hijack the ship before it gets to the port.""The damned bastard." Antonio cursed. "You listen to me, Frankie. If anything happens to that shipment, you're dead! I don't know how you plan to do it, but I w
Isabella tightened the jacket around her shoulder as they headed outside. Mario who had been waiting patiently, spotted them and hurried towards the waiting car. Some of the other gang members noticed Antonio and Isabella, and they whispered within themselves. It was very rare for a slave to be bought at such high amount. Pedro noticed Antonio and he quickly excused himself from the men he was discussing with. "Antonio." He called out. Antonio frowned impatiently and turned around. "Sì, Pedro.""Are you leaving so soon? I thought you might stick around for a while."Then his gaze shifted to Isabella and he leered at her. "She's a pretty one." He mentioned. "You lucky bastard. How did you snag her before anyone else could buy her?"He reached out to touch her face, but Antonio's hand shot out and grabbed him, stopping him halfway. "Remember my rule, amico." He muttered. "This one is mine. Don't touch her."Pedro grinned and retracted his hand. "Forgive me. I just thought maybe.
He was no ordinary stranger. He was the king of the mafia world. The immortal boss, as everyone called him. Don Antonio de Marino, the notorious El Capo and ruler of La Vendetta Oscura, the largest and most powerful mafia organization in Las Vegas. The mention of his name brought men to their knees and seized them with terror. He was ruthless, merciless, a menace, and even the police steered clear of him. His world revolved around three things: wealth, power and revenge. He changed women more than he changed outfits, and women always crowded around him, wanting a taste of the forbidden. To say he was good looking was an understatement. He seemed to have been carved from gold, crafted by the expert hands of gods. He had a deathly aura, and even the strongest of men trembled at his presence. That morning, he woke up troubled. And it was a rare thing for him to be troubled. He found it difficult to forget the girl he saw the previous night. Thinking about her now, the scene repla
"Where are we going to, aunt Sophia?" Isabella asked as her aunty ushered her out of the apartment and into a waiting car. "We have to meet with one of your uncles." The elderly woman replied. "He has promised to give us some money for your upkeep.""Oh. Maybe I can finally go to college." Isabella said hopefully, but Sophia ignored her. They got into the car and the driver sped off. Soon the dusty roads of the countryhome where they lived gave way to the bustling express of Las Vegas. Isabella was just twenty two, young and totally dependent on her aunty, Sophia. Her parents had been murdered when she was just an infant, so the only family she relied on were her relatives. According to Sophia, she had her mother's physical beauty, but her father's rebellious streak. Isabella had midnight dark hair, a shade which was unlike any other. Her eyes were the darkest obsidian, sharp and filled with a million questions, with skin as pale as milk. Growing up, she had been curious about e...
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