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Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Eighty-Six
Three years agoI watched on as my son slept soundly next to me. He was a few months old away from being three and I hadn’t spent a day without him by my side. She was named after my father like I told Don Ethan if the baby happened to be a boy. I was probably speculating but I saw a glimpse of sadness in his eyes when he found out about my decision despite his earlier protests against the child being named after him. Our story was just starting and judging from how fast our relationship has progressed during the last few months, I wouldn’t rule out having a son for him in the future. Tiffany never left my side either, she was always doting on me and baby Blake much to my delight but I knew it would have to end soon. I would have to get back into the real world and carry on with my daily routine while Tiffany who had anointed herself as godmother would look after Blake whenever I was incapable of doing so. I was on track to becoming a medical doctor and making a name for myself th
Last Updated : 2025-01-10Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Eighty-Seven
It was becoming a Herculean task to keep up with the doctor and everything he was saying but I had no choice but to continue for the sake of my sanity and most especially, for the sake of my son whose health was deteriorating rapidly every day much to my dismay. Dons Alessandro and Ethan tried to cheer me up most times by keeping me company at the hospital alongside Tiffany but whatever it was they were doing wasn’t working. Every minute I spent with Blake who was in the intensive care unit broke my heart. I could see the pain in his eyes every day he realized that he wouldn’t be spending his days with his friends in school but I had no other choice. I didn’t know what I would do if my son died back at home so this was the best thing I could do.“You promised me that I’ll soon see them, mummy.” Blake sniffed. “I know, baby. But things have changed and you’ll have to stay here a little bit longer but it’s not going to last forever, I promise you.” I said, stroking his hand as he l
Last Updated : 2025-01-11Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Eighty-Eight
Alessandro’s POVI couldn’t stop feeling angry at myself and my decisions. My thirst for revenge had led me to be blindsided by my ambitions and it cost me my family and three years of the live we ought to have had together. Only if I hadn’t allowed myself to be swept up in the silly games, only if I had come clean and ended it immediately I sensed foul play but I didn’t and I was paying the price for it. I had wasted the whole of the new life I had managed to carve out for myself by merging with two new mafias that was going to change the future of the mafia world as we knew it, making everything ready for the arrival of my son and I threw it out the window because I wanted Lydia to pay dearly for what she had done not just to me but to Gianna as well. It backfired and I got hit with the most losses My wife, Gianna, had called off our marriage as soon as I ended up making a fool of her by not confiding in her and allowing Lydia to fill her ears with lies making her prone and vulne
Last Updated : 2025-01-11Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Eighty-Nine
“I want you back home, Gianna. It’s where you belong, not here in a strange mafia with another mafia Don and you have our son as well, I couldn’t just sit back and watch him grow somewhere else. The thought of that happening didn’t sit right with me one bit.” I explained, drumming my fingers softly against the protective glass as I stared at Gianna.“Have you stopped to wonder if he’s your son or have you made yourself believe he’s yours because we were once involved?” Gianna asked. I knew she was trying to throw me off balance. I’d been expecting this. This was the only way I was going to get the answers I wanted, I was having doubts if she would willingly open up to me if I didn’t persist so I pressed on. “The months don’t tally with when you met Ethan and had that brief fling of yours,” I said after a moment’s pause. “There’s no way he can’t be my son. Nice try, Gianna, but you’re not going to pull a fast one on me. The child doesn’t look like Ethan or anyone else to begin with.
Last Updated : 2025-01-11Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien One
GIANNA POV“You cannot do that, Father!” I said angrily, slamming my hand against the table while trying to control my rising anger, but I was failing.My father looked up from his papers, adjusted his glasses, then went back to his work, completely ignoring me. After a moment, he set his papers aside, settled into his seat, and picked up a cigar. One of his guards standing behind him lit it for him.He took a drag, blowing smoke into the air while staring at me. Finally, in the most nonchalant tone, he asked, “What is it, Gianna?” My jaw clenched as I tried to suppress my growing anger. I took a deep breath and said,“First of all, why did you crown Miguel underboss? I have been the one by your side during dangerous missions and life-changing deals, but for some reason, Miguel deserves that title and I don't? He basically does nothing, Father!” He stared at me, saying nothing, before taking another drag of his cigarette. He exhaled the smoke and said,“It doesn’t matter what you do o
Last Updated : 2024-08-08Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Two
The ride to the club was quiet, my mind replaying the events of the day and my heartbreak. I had loved Mike so much that I invested my all into the relationship without holding back . That was how much I cared about him, but like everyone else, he ended up betraying me.I got out of the car and walked into the club, heading directly for the bartender. “The usual?” he asked. I nodded, my tears flowing this time, but I sniffed, trying to compose myself. “Are you fine, ma’am?” he asked, concerned. I nodded in response.The loud music banged in my head, but I knew that as soon as I drank some alcohol, it wouldn’t matter anymore. He tossed a drink my way, and I immediately downed it in one gulp, the alcohol burning against my throat. “Hit me with another,” I said.I could tell the bartender looked at me with concern before reluctantly agreeing to give me another shot. He mixed my drink while I wasted no time gulping it down. I almost broke down crying again, but I quickly controlled it, tak
Last Updated : 2024-08-08Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Three
I woke up the next morning, wincing in pain as the side effects of the alcohol kicked in. Glancing to my left, I saw the man still sleeping peacefully beside me. He looked so peaceful when asleep, one could barely believe he was the man taking me in such wild way the night prior.I tried to move my legs and winced at the soreness between my thighs. Just how intense had last night been? Despite the discomfort, I had to admit it was the best experience I had ever had. Even now, seeing him clearly, he was still impossibly handsome. My eyes roamed over his shirtless body, covered with some nice tattoos, and I gulped.I quickly gathered my things and pulled out some cash from my bag, leaving it on the table with a note that read, “Thanks for the night.” I felt it was the least I could do, given how great the night had been.I scrambled into my clothes as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake him, and made my way out of the room and the hotel.Fortunately, my car was parked outside. I cl
Last Updated : 2024-08-08Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Four
I gritted my teeth as I stared hard at Don Alessandro. He was poking me, trying to rile me after what happened between us last night and the situation we presently found ourselves in. But I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me lose my composure. It wasn’t worth it and he wasn’t worth it either. “What was that all about? What money was exchanged between the both of you?” Maya asked, her eyes darting from her father to mine. She opened her mouth to speak again but a glare from Don Alessandro forced her to shut up. I let out a groan as I massaged my temple. As satisfying as seeing the embarrassment on Maya’s face was, a small part of me wished that the past 48 hours of my life never existed. I stole a glance at my father to see him silent, his face was rigid and he hadn’t uttered a word yet. I wondered if he regretted picking Miguel over me but I knew he would rather die than admit to making a mistake. Miguel’s first act as the underboss had been to trade in
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Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Eighty-Nine
“I want you back home, Gianna. It’s where you belong, not here in a strange mafia with another mafia Don and you have our son as well, I couldn’t just sit back and watch him grow somewhere else. The thought of that happening didn’t sit right with me one bit.” I explained, drumming my fingers softly against the protective glass as I stared at Gianna.“Have you stopped to wonder if he’s your son or have you made yourself believe he’s yours because we were once involved?” Gianna asked. I knew she was trying to throw me off balance. I’d been expecting this. This was the only way I was going to get the answers I wanted, I was having doubts if she would willingly open up to me if I didn’t persist so I pressed on. “The months don’t tally with when you met Ethan and had that brief fling of yours,” I said after a moment’s pause. “There’s no way he can’t be my son. Nice try, Gianna, but you’re not going to pull a fast one on me. The child doesn’t look like Ethan or anyone else to begin with.
Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Eighty-Eight
Alessandro’s POVI couldn’t stop feeling angry at myself and my decisions. My thirst for revenge had led me to be blindsided by my ambitions and it cost me my family and three years of the live we ought to have had together. Only if I hadn’t allowed myself to be swept up in the silly games, only if I had come clean and ended it immediately I sensed foul play but I didn’t and I was paying the price for it. I had wasted the whole of the new life I had managed to carve out for myself by merging with two new mafias that was going to change the future of the mafia world as we knew it, making everything ready for the arrival of my son and I threw it out the window because I wanted Lydia to pay dearly for what she had done not just to me but to Gianna as well. It backfired and I got hit with the most losses My wife, Gianna, had called off our marriage as soon as I ended up making a fool of her by not confiding in her and allowing Lydia to fill her ears with lies making her prone and vulne
Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Eighty-Seven
It was becoming a Herculean task to keep up with the doctor and everything he was saying but I had no choice but to continue for the sake of my sanity and most especially, for the sake of my son whose health was deteriorating rapidly every day much to my dismay. Dons Alessandro and Ethan tried to cheer me up most times by keeping me company at the hospital alongside Tiffany but whatever it was they were doing wasn’t working. Every minute I spent with Blake who was in the intensive care unit broke my heart. I could see the pain in his eyes every day he realized that he wouldn’t be spending his days with his friends in school but I had no other choice. I didn’t know what I would do if my son died back at home so this was the best thing I could do.“You promised me that I’ll soon see them, mummy.” Blake sniffed. “I know, baby. But things have changed and you’ll have to stay here a little bit longer but it’s not going to last forever, I promise you.” I said, stroking his hand as he l
Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Eighty-Six
Three years agoI watched on as my son slept soundly next to me. He was a few months old away from being three and I hadn’t spent a day without him by my side. She was named after my father like I told Don Ethan if the baby happened to be a boy. I was probably speculating but I saw a glimpse of sadness in his eyes when he found out about my decision despite his earlier protests against the child being named after him. Our story was just starting and judging from how fast our relationship has progressed during the last few months, I wouldn’t rule out having a son for him in the future. Tiffany never left my side either, she was always doting on me and baby Blake much to my delight but I knew it would have to end soon. I would have to get back into the real world and carry on with my daily routine while Tiffany who had anointed herself as godmother would look after Blake whenever I was incapable of doing so. I was on track to becoming a medical doctor and making a name for myself th
Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Eighty-Five
I covered my mouth in shock as he said those words. Throughout the years and in as much as I’ve hated him, I’ve never wished for him to die. So to hear him say he would willingly make that trade sent a chill down my spine. “You don’t need to wish death upon yourself, you know that, right?” “You might be right, Gianna. But I’ve been paying for my sins for so long that I want it to stop.”A small part of him believed what he said. I could see the raw emotions on his face—the look of pain and regret and I knew I mirrored the same look. The last years have been the hardest of my life and it was all because of one woman. I chuckled lightly as I remembered how much I wished the contract I signed with Alessandro a few weeks into our wedding would magically disappear and we would become happily married until death came for either one of us. “Now that I think of it, maybe I should’ve come to you with everything Lydia told me. The lies about the office romance you were having with your sec
Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Eighty-Four
It felt like the wind was knocked out of me as I put my hands out to steady my throbbing heart. He’d caught me unaware and he nearly gave me a heart attack. I’d been hoping to avoid this unwarranted situation but here I was. I was damn sure that he was fast asleep when I tiptoed out of the bedroom for a few minutes. Had he been putting on a show?“You passed out cold a few minutes ago, Alessandro.” I began, clearing my throat as the elevator doors slid open. “I woke up an hour before you did and I stayed still because I could sense you’d do something like this when you woke up,” Alessandro replied. I let out a sigh and stepped out of the elevator. It was pointless to try to leave now, he wasn’t going to let me go and the best I could do was try to wrap up whatever this was as fast as I could. “I’m not cut out for small talks after sex, Alessandro. Whatever happened last night was what we both consented to like grown adults so there’s no need to make a fuss out of it.”I was eager
Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Eighty-Three
We couldn’t stop staring at each other and the sexual tension kept on rising with each passing second and there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening. We entered the room and when the doors closed, he turned to me and cupped my ass as I straddled him instantly. Low grunts and moans escaped our mouths as we both kissed passionately, fire burning in our core. I couldn't believe he still had such control over me after three long years. He placed me on the bed and took off my dress, leaving me in just a black-laced thong. I felt weird all of a sudden as I attempted to cover her breasts instantly and turn her face away but Alessandro wouldn’t let that happen."Don't." He stopped me and gently removed my hands from my breasts as he kissed me tenderly. "You're so beautiful, Gianna, and so is your body. So, never cover yourself up in front of me." He kissed the nape of her neck down to her breasts, and removed my thong, revealing her wetness. "Are you sure?" He asked gently and
Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Eighty-Two
Five hours later, we were finally leaving the store much to Alessandro’s relief. I laughed out loud as I remembered the shocked look on the cashier’s face when Alessandro pulled out a wad of cash to pay for the clothes we had both gotten.Surely they hadn’t expected him to walk around with a credit card? Alessandro hated those things and he rarely used them to avoid being tracked or watched. I had a feeling that he didn’t want anyone to know what he was doing here so cash was the best option. “What’s so funny, Alessandro?” I asked. “You’ve been laughing ever since we walked out of the store. “Does no one ever pay with cash in there?” Alessandro asked as he opened the backseat of my car to dump the bags he held. “The poor girl looked frightened and if I remember correctly, you were laughing as well.”“I was as well,” I confirmed. “I was not frightened in a bad way but shocked to the core. Where do you think you are, Alessandro? The 1900’s?”“I don’t have a credit card, Gianna.”“Than
Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Eighty-One
“I’m not tossing out my comfortable clothes for anything, Alessandro.” I glared at him. Just what the hell did he think he was planning on doing?“Easy now, Gianna. I never said you should do any of that. There’s enough space in your wardrobe for everything.” “And you plan on paying for everything?”“Yes, Gianna. Anything you pick in there would be paid for by me.” “You could’ve easily rented out an apartment because I know that you’re that rich but yet, you decided to stay in Don Ethan’s home,” I pointed out and I nearly bit my tongue because I knew why he had made that decision. “I don’t think I would’ve enjoyed it as much as I am living with you and when you think of it, I’m only staying for a month,” Alessandro said. “And what happens after a month?” I asked.“I would’ve completed my goals and returned home a fulfilled man,” Alessandro replied without skipping a beat. “You are confident about seeing this through,” I chuckled as the store came into sight. I didn’t know why he
