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But despite my obvious attraction, I was cautious of the fact that I haven’t seen Alessandro for the past three years and I didn’t know how desperate he had become as the years rolled by. I wouldn’t say that I was not moved but I felt like he was chasing me for momentary pleasure and that he would forget how much he claimed to have missed me once he got me back and took me home. I was a lot wiser now and I was willing to wait, to watch him before deciding on what I wanted and if he was qualified to know the truth about my son. Good things take time to manifest and I was willing to wait for the sake of my son. “A penny for your thoughts?” Alessandro’s voice interrupted my train of thought. He was standing in front of me now, a concerned look on his face. He’d made it a habit of popping up wherever I was, I’ve occasionally accused him of stalking me but he never made any attempt to deny it.“I lost track of time,” I began, smiling at him, before stopping myself. “It’s nothing t
Last Updated : 2025-01-09Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Eighty
It was past noon and all I could think of was the shopping date I had with Alessandro when I closed from work in the next five hours. I didn’t know why I had agreed to what he suggested but at the same time, I found myself looking forward to it. Picturing myself being romantically involved with Alessandro again was kind of hilarious but Alessandro seemed determined to make it happen and I couldn’t change his mind no matter what I said or did. The look on his face when he failed would be comedy and I couldn’t wait to see it because I knew it was going to happen and I’d be here every step of the way.“What’s making you smile, Gianna?” Tiffany said as she stopped in front of her desk jolting me out of my reverie. She’s been trying to understand the whole situation but I’ve been devising means to get her off my back until I was ready to open up Tiffany wasn’t going to relent and I knew it was only a matter of time. I blinked severally, trying to register what Tiffany had just said. “Wh
Last Updated : 2025-01-09Wanted 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
Last Updated : 2025-01-10Wanted 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
Last Updated : 2025-01-10Wanted 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
Last Updated : 2025-01-10Wanted 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
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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
Last Updated : 2025-01-10Wanted 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
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Seven years laterIt’s been seven years of peace and our relations with everyone have prospered as well. There has been no war or reports of rebellions in any part of the jurisdiction that Yoda oversees and we have been living our best lives as well aside from the occasional attempts by people who wanted to harm us. The pact we made with Yoda seven years ago had proven to be a masterstroke. The starting had been extremely difficult seeing as Yoda wasn’t from the bloodline but as things went on, it became easier for Alessandro to teach Yoda the ropes and he had been extremely patient with Yoda until he became his own man. Jade had returned to her coven after completing her teachings and it had been a year since we saw her last. It was quite understandable, she had left a lot of things unattended to and they needed her now more than ever. The coven was growing and they needed a permanent high priestess. The most shocking thing that had happened in the past seven years was the marria
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The door opened once again and this time, Yoda walked in.“Am I interrupting something?” He asked.“No, not at all. I was only checking in on the Don.” The doctor said, “You also need to convince her to sleep, I pray you have better luck with that than I did.” As soon as the door closed, Yoda turned to face me.“You know the doctor is right, yes?” “I’m tired of hearing that, Yoda.” I sighed. “I’ll have peace of mind when he’s back with us, not before.” “You’re just as stubborn as he is.” Yoda shook his head. “Is that a compliment or..?” I trailed off, hoping he would provide the answers. “It depends on what perspective you’re seeing it from.” Yoda shrugged. “Do you think he’s going to come out of this?” I asked, my eyes finding Alessandro. “I’m going to tell you something, Gianna. I’m not sure he’s told you yet but Alessandro relinquished his position in this mafia a while ago.”I stared at him like he’d gone mad. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” “No, I’m not. He handed everythi
Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien One Hundred And One
I was consumed by fear and an even greater desire to figure out what the hell was going on with Alessandro. It’s been weeks since the decimation of Syrius and I was supposed to have the best time of my life at this point. I had been working hard to pick up the pieces of the rubble the scuffle left behind. It was over now, our enemies and anyone who might have wanted to stand against us, their prestige, and honor were in the dirt now. Everyone was begging to swear fealty to the mafia. Life couldn’t have gone any better or so I thought. I had to face the backlash head-on, I had everything to lose and nothing to gain if I didn’t figure out what was wrong with Alessandro. Thankfully, our child had been drugged with sleeping pills throughout, so he wasn't traumatized and the doctors had cleared him a few days after I was discharged but Alessandro’s case was proving to be quite difficult. It was expected that defeat would come at a huge price and seeing Alessandro lying unconscious in h
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“You should’ve stayed hidden, Syrius. What the fuck do you want?” “Careful, Gianna. I enjoy you but be careful. The Syrius you once knew is gone and I don’t play around anymore.” I paused and weighed my options. I didn’t want to rile him up, he held all the chips and I had nothing. “Where’s my son?” I asked. “He’s safe.” Syrius replied. “He has no part in whatever revenge plot you have, you need to let him go and take me in his stead.” I said, trying to bargain. “I’ll make you a better offer, Gianna.” Syrius chuckled. I didn't want to hear anything he had to say but I had no choice.“And what could that be? All I want is my son. I’m not interested in bargaining for his life.” I reiterated. “I know Alessandro forces you into doing and if it weren’t for him, I’d have taken you from him all those years ago.” Syrius began. “You’re delusional if you—““I can’t stand seeing him happy and if you’ll be willing to cut ties to him, I’ll return your son to you and you’ll be by my side
Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Ninety-Nine
I walked briskly into the large room, it was a typical, bleak coffee-stained room with dirty walls. The scent of sweat, cigarettes and musky cologne hung in the air like a chandelier, there were pictures on the wall which were some kind of modern art, the furniture looked plain, uncomfortable, leather and black. My eyes landed on a large man sitting at the center of the room. A long metal table with paper strewn across the surface, separated me from who I assumed to be the boss, he was flanked by men holding mean-looking guns, some I hadn't seen before in my life and that said a lot about the kind of people I was dealing with here. I took a close look at him as I approached the table, my gaze wary as it darted from face to face trying to pick up a hint. The skin on his body looked like grade-three sandpaper, the consistency was unreal. He lifted his face and pushed away his bowl of cereal as he saw me coming towards him. His face was badly burnt, the hair on his head was charred an
Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Ninety-Eight
Lying down on the raw concrete, I could feel the walls closing in around me. I felt the vicious pounding of my heart banging repeatedly against my ribcage.I shut my eyes tightly. I could still hear myself yelling their names over the cacophony of a billion shards of glass as my head slammed into the mirror. I couldn't bring myself to bask in the pain I felt. I had little to no time to do what these men wanted or my son would be dead. Instinctively, I touched where a shard of glass had cut me. The wound had been bandaged expertly. I had to give it to them, they had thought everything through before they made their first attack. I was like a recruit thrust into the heat of a raging war, I needed to find a safe place before I was blown to bits out here in the open.I groaned as I struggled to sit up, I had no idea on how I got here but I didn't care about that right now. I had more important things to worry about, I needed to be up on my feet, thinking. I needed my brain working overt
Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Ninety-Seven
I had lost my touch. That's what happens when you become docile after years of being on guard."Do exactly what I say or you die." I could feel my heart racing despite my best attempts to compose myself.I knew I was walking into a trap but I had no choice. I wasn’t entirely sure that the letter came from Syrius, maybe it was only a silly joke being played by some crazy maniac but what I was certain of was that whoever sent the letter had my son and I was willing to do anything to get my child back. The accent was masculine and Eastern European. There was no quake or tremor in the man's voice. His tone sounded calm and detailed. This was no hoax, if I went out of line, I would die.I tried to remember if either Alessandro or myself had any issues with any mafia from that part of the world but I couldn’t come up with anything. "What do you want?"I asked fearfully as the cold steel of his gun pressed into the small of my back.I needed a distraction. My first instinct was to lean
Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Ninety-Six
I felt dejected as I searched each room hoping to find him in there but I knew the truth, he was gone and I had no idea where he had gone to. The wardrobe was empty as well, he had packed his bags and he was probably halfway across the world for all she could know. Despite sitting in our room for hours, I knew I missed him and I could feel the tears stinging the back of my eyes. This wasn’t how I had envisaged my life a few weeks and it hurt now that I was faced with this shitty reality. Our first conversation after he’d been discharged from the hospital didn’t go too well. I couldn’t stop myself from blaming him for the disappearance of our son. I categorically told him that I believed our son was kidnapped because of the ties he has to him and the mafia. Alessandro had tried to reason with me but I didn’t want to hear any of it, all I wanted was my son. My phone rang and I retrieved it from my pocket, it was Tiffany. She had promised to call back after a couple of hours.“Hey
Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Ninety-Five
I had lost my touch. That's what happens when you become docile after years of being on guard."Do exactly what I say or you die." I could feel my heart racing despite my best attempts to compose myself.I knew I was walking into a trap but I had no choice. I wasn’t entirely sure that the letter came from Syrius, maybe it was only a silly joke being played by some crazy maniac but what I was certain of was that whoever sent the letter had my son and I was willing to do anything to get my child back. The accent was masculine and Eastern European. There was no quake or tremor in the man's voice. His tone sounded calm and detailed. This was no hoax, if I went out of line, I would die.I tried to remember if either Alessandro or myself had any issues with any mafia from that part of the world but I couldn’t come up with anything. "What do you want?"I asked fearfully as the cold steel of his gun pressed into the small of my back.I needed a distraction. My first instinct was to lean
