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The Mafia's Stolen Bride 73: Will never surrender
She averted her gaze, shaking her head in exasperation. "Just stop, Rafael. As you can imagine, it's all so confusing. I don't know who to trust anymore. What I do know, based on my extensive investigation, is that there is a pervasive undercurrent of corruption in this city. And you, of all people, should be well aware of that. But what your ego may not allow you to believe is that your powerful family is not the only player in town." Her accusation stung, as her assumptions hit uncomfortably close to the truth. "I would appreciate it if you could share everything you know. And let's not forget, I never claimed to be a decent man, whether in business or pleasure, Emily. Keep that in mind," I retorted sharply. "Well, you're doing a fantastic job," she snapped back. I clenched my fist, realizing that her tenacity and stubbornness were the very reasons she had landed herself in this predicament. She needed a strong dose of reality. "Where is the weapon you mentioned you had with you?
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 74: To make her mine
I delivered a forceful blow to Emily's backside, the impact resonating through the room. The suddenness of the strike caught her off guard, and she let out a sharp gasp, her body jolting forward in surprise. The sound echoed in the tense silence, emphasizing the weight of the disciplinary action. Leaning in closer, I fixed my gaze on her, my eyes filled with a mix of determination and authority. The tone of my voice dripped with sternness as I addressed her directly, making it clear that there was no room for negotiation or leniency. This was a moment for her to learn a vital lesson. "I'm not playing around here, Emily. It's time for you to learn a lesson. Let's try that again. Do you understand?" I demanded. "Yes," she replied, her voice filled with a mix of resignation and discomfort. Her response came in a resigned and uncomfortable tone, reflecting the realization that she had no choice but to comply with my demand. The weight of the situation settled upon her, and her voice car
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 75: Reigo Family
"Yes... sir," she replied, devoid of any hostility, only expressing a similar intense desire that I harbored within me. I emitted a series of deep growls before inserting the tip. When I grasped her hips, she inhaled sharply, holding her breath and bowing her head. My thoughts were consumed by one thing: violating her. As I pushed the entire length inside, I threw my head back and let out a roar. The tightness and intense heat of her engulfed me, leaving me trembling. "Fuck! So tight. So good." She let out an exaggerated whimper and turned her head, revealing a slight smile on her face. But amidst the thrusting, a difficult realization dawned upon me. I would do anything to safeguard her. I would tear apart anyone who dared to harm her. And if necessary, I would die for her. However, she needed to learn obedience in a firm manner, as her resistance was evident. She whimpered, pushing forcefully against the desk, gritting her teeth when I gripped her hair, whispering in her ear
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 76: Including a Murderer
Then there was the Reigo family. The media had sensationalized the murder, dubbing it one of the most heinous crimes of the year. The death of a prominent man's son had dominated the front pages, with television stations camping outside the crime scene as the police conducted their investigation. The whole spectacle sickened me, especially when a relentless reporter attempted to interview Senator Spalding. Disgusted, I turned off the television. My gaze fixated on the nondescript white box resting atop the dresser, its contents shrouded in intrigue. I knew better than to expect lingerie or diamonds concealed within. For nearly an hour, I had avoided opening it, my nerves frazzled. How had I fallen so far and so quickly, relying on a man like Rafael to pick up the shattered pieces of my life? Summoning my courage, I finally succumbed to curiosity and lifted the lid, revealing delicate pink tissue paper. A stifled moan escaped my lips as I beheld the three anal plugs nestled within, e
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 77: This time was forever
He emitted a deep sigh, as if my suggestion was utterly foolish and beneath his consideration. "Axel may be many things, but he's not a fool. He has people actively searching for you as we speak," he said dismissively, implying that I was naive for thinking otherwise. I couldn't bring myself to reveal that Axel already knew my identity. His words sent shivers down my spine, and I inquired with a tremor in my voice, "How do you know?" "Because I have numerous soldiers patrolling the streets and informants who keep me well-informed about the happenings in different neighborhoods. Word gets around. It's only a matter of time," he responded, his tone laced with a sense of authority. "It's just another way to keep me captive," I stated, voicing my suspicion. Rafael fell silent, but I could sense his restless energy, a constant state of vigilance ingrained in a man who always had to be prepared for rival gangs attempting assassinations or law enforcement turning his world upside down. My
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 78: Never in Pain
"When I met Lucas, he provided me with some information about certain attorneys who turned a blind eye, allowing minor criminals to escape punishment. I wasn't interested in hearing about small-time offenders getting away with their actions, and Lucas knew that. I was upfront with him, expressing my need for more substantial leads, especially since he had enticed me with the promise of bigger players. He mentioned a few other names, but my investigations yielded no evidence, and my boss wasn't willing to pursue the matter. I pushed Lucas harder, and over time, he started sharing stories of behind-the-scenes activities involving local politicians, law enforcement officers, and even corporate moguls suspected of collaborating with organized crime." "Let me guess. Initially, you believed it involved my family." "You can't honestly deny that you haven't used your influence to sway certain individuals, granting yourself free reign in this town. I can only imagine the powerful men and wome
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 79: An Obsession
The conviction in his voice was undeniable, as if my mere presence was the very essence of his existence. He was consumed by an insatiable obsession. Barely able to catch my breath, he leaned in, our lips tantalizingly close, a mere fraction of an inch apart. He was the most captivating man I had ever encountered, a man who refused to accept "no" from anyone. But he wasn't seeking permission; he was claiming what he believed belonged to him. A guttural growl escaped his lips before he forcefully pressed his mouth against mine, pulling my body tightly against his own. The sensation of his pulsating arousal pressing against my abdomen left me dizzy, my heart pounding so loud that it drowned out all other sounds. I questioned whether I had any fight left in me, any strength to preserve the integrity of my heart. He had stripped away my innocence long ago, and now he was set to envelop me in his dark desires. The kiss transformed into a frenzied roar of shared passion, our tongues dan
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 80: A promise to keep
"Yes, sir," I whispered, my voice filled with a desperate longing. In that moment, I would have given him anything he desired, just to achieve the release I craved. I struggled to keep my legs open as he pressed the tip of his thumb against the plug, a sensation that both thrilled and tested my limits. My breath caught in my throat as he pushed the toy inside me, his fingers working me with an intensity that bordered on savage. The rawness in his growls revealed the primal nature that lay beneath his refined exterior. And I reveled in it. I fought back a whimper, my head tossing from side to side as I desperately tried to hold back the impending climax. The plea for release echoed silently in my mind, begging for mercy. But his commanding voice shattered my resistance, demanding my obedience. "Hold it, Emily. Do not defy me." I gave it my all, but the intense pleasure proved too overwhelming. After a few more seconds of blissful torment, I knew there was no turning back. The orgasm
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The Mafia's Stolen Bride 123: Filled with Hope for the Future
I went for a drive to visit Stefan at the hospital before returning home. Upon entering the house, I immediately sensed its coldness and stillness. It seemed as though Emily had left, and although I would have been devastated, I couldn't bring myself to be angry. She deserved to have a happy life. With a heavy heart, I dropped my keys on the hallway table, finding it difficult to proceed further into my own lifeless dwelling. Without Emily, there was no love, no brightness. I made my way towards my office, and as I approached the open door, I froze. She had discovered the papers I had signed, another secret I had kept from her. Frustration welled up inside me. Then, a delightful aroma of vanilla and cinnamon caught my attention, emanating from the kitchen. Confused, I ventured closer, and my senses were greeted by additional scents that made my mouth water: garlic, tomatoes, onions, and the fragrance of fresh bread. Taking cautious steps, I continued towards the kitchen, and amidst
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 122: An Amazing Man
"Mmmm... And I love you," I replied, my heart filled with the weight of those words. We remained wrapped in each other's embrace for several minutes, and when he finally eased away, I felt an unexpected sense of emptiness, a subtle pang of loneliness. An irrational fear crept into my mind—that I would always worry about his return, that I would never feel completely safe. But as if he sensed my unease, he zipped up his jeans and gathered me into his arms, disregarding our disheveled state as he led me back to the living room. Tenderly, he settled me on the couch, pulling a blanket over my naked body. Then, he simply disappeared. Confusion and worry washed over me. Had I done something wrong? I waited anxiously for a few minutes, contemplating getting up from the couch, when he reappeared. In his hands, he held an open bottle of champagne and two crystal glasses. It was a moment of enchantment, especially coming from a man who claimed not to have a romantic bone in his body. He pour
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 121: His Devotion
I also came to understand that Rafael had his limits when it came to sharing details about his business and his involvement in certain matters. He had mentioned before that it was partly to protect me, although I couldn't be certain if it was solely due to a lack of trust. Regardless, I decided not to push the issue at that moment. Instead, I cherished the time we spent together, enjoying our dinners and the comfort of his embrace. Amidst the chaos of bullets and death, a realization nagged at me, refusing to be ignored. Sensing an opportunity to lighten the mood, I playfully said, "What if I promise that I'll never let that happen again?" Rafael pulled me up from the ground, a skeptical look on his face. "Do you honestly think I would fall for such a promise?" he replied. "Not at all. You're a wise old man," I teased, unable to suppress a grin. Despite his guarded nature, Rafael had shown me various facets of his personality, including his vulnerability. My love for him was profoun
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 120: Not gonna happen
EMILY Love. That single word had replaced the suffocating fear that had nearly drained me of the will to survive, even though thoughts of death still lingered. Despite being assured that the nightmare was over. From the moment that bastard had forcibly taken me from William's house, I had resigned myself to never seeing Rafael again. While the monster had not followed through on his threat, instead locking me away until he eventually dragged me to the club, I couldn't shake his cowardly face from my mind. But amidst the haunting images that I knew would fade with time, Rafael's heartfelt words echoed in my ears. The horror in his eyes when he laid eyes on me confirmed that he would move heaven and earth to find me, if need be. Curled up under a blanket on the couch, my legs tucked close to my chest, I gazed at the crackling fire he had built. The uncharacteristic cold snap had given him an excuse to pamper me with hot chocolate, the fire perpetually ablaze. I would never have exp
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 119: With all of my heart
As I made my way towards the elevator, I noticed the attention I was receiving from those present in the club. Although some of my soldiers were discreetly positioned throughout the venue, it was much easier to identify the members of the Kadik gang with their leather jackets and dark jeans. I confidently approached a group of them, extending my arms. "I have an appointment with Konstantin." As I had expected, they conducted a search for weapons before allowing me to enter the empty elevator. The doors opened, and I could hear classical music playing from the speakers, an intriguing choice considering the nature of the individual I was about to meet. There he was, seated like a king, reclining in an opulent velour chair with one leg casually draped over the armrest. Dressed in a flowing white shirt and loose dark trousers, his appearance would have been almost comical if not for the underlying tension. "Konstantin Solntsevskaya," I greeted him, noting that Emily was nowhere to be s
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 118: We would win
He followed closely behind me, mirroring my confident stride. The time for this relentless war to reach its conclusion had arrived. And we were determined to emerge victorious. I inserted the drive into my computer, accessing the array of files it contained. "What are we up against?" Aleksei inquired, his customary vodka in hand. "Lists of names, supporters of our respective organizations," I replied. It was evident that someone had gone to great lengths, investing significant time and effort, to compile such an extensive and incriminating roster. "Blackmail," Miguel murmured, his voice barely audible. Indeed, it was a form of blackmail, but not the kind Armando had previously hinted at. "A weapon of sorts," Victor suggested. I glanced at him, acknowledging his insight. "You're correct. It targets those who work for us, placing them in impossible positions. They are left with no choice but to either yield or flee, eradicating crucial support from the police, city councils, atto
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 117: Hunger for power
Despite the enjoyable moments we shared watching games and sharing drinks, we had neglected to engage in meaningful conversations. In all honesty, I found myself somewhat intimidated by him – his amiable nature, kindness, and passion for life, which was completely devoid of violence. Perhaps it was time to change that. "Hey there. I heard you're improving," I said, unsure if I expected him to open his eyes or not, but I sensed that he heard me. "Everything will be alright. Just know that I have my best men protecting you." All I heard in response were the various sounds of the machines. Frustrating. Swallowing hard, aware that I didn't have as much time as I would have liked, I held his hand tightly as a solitary tear rolled down my cheek. What had become of our family? "Anyway, I can't stay long, but I'll be back, alright?" There was no response, no acknowledgement of any kind. "Stefan, know that I love you, brother." I squeezed his hand once more, finally letting go. For some in
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 116: On Death Bed
"Who? Who the hell took her?" Through a series of strained breaths, he managed to utter, "Ra..." Blood-tinged bubbles escaped his lips, followed by a violent cough that wracked his body. It was evident that time was running out for him. "Russian." A chill ran down my spine, and I bristled at the revelation. Axel could never be mistaken for a Russian. "Okay, just rest," I urged, despite the conflicting emotions within me. I realized that he might still hold valuable information. Refusing to release my arm, he tugged me down closer to him. "Desk. Look. Drive." I glanced towards his desk, trying to comprehend his words. "Take... it." "Alright." Rising to my feet, I walked over to his desk, methodically opening each drawer. Finally, I discovered a solitary jump drive. It had to be what he was referring to. Returning to his side, I held the drive in front of his face. "Is this what Lucas was going to give Emily?" "Ya... yes. A copy." He began coughing up more blood, his chest heaving
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 115: They took her
The others looked on silently, aware that the day had come when we would have to reveal our secret meetings. There was no avoiding it any longer. "Then we work together until this is resolved, regardless of the consequences," I declared. Each person in the room nodded in agreement. We had received assistance and information, but what we faced was unprecedented. The fact that sworn enemies had formed an alliance meant someone knew we were working together, and they saw it as a weakness. But we knew better. We were a formidable force, and we had much to lose if we failed, especially the safety of our loved ones. After ending the call with Dante, I walked away from the others, dialing the number again to relay the necessary information to my father. It was a futile gesture, as I knew he would never forgive his impulsive son. "Dante, things are getting intense. We need to organize the soldiers immediately," I said urgently. "Rafael, we have a problem," Dante replied, his voice laced w
