All Chapters of Mafia Men II: Lorenzo's Gilded Cage: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

This Chapter contains potentially disturbing imagery that may be disturbing for some readers. Please read at your own discretion. ( Violence, blood, or graphic imagery, Gore Imagery) Lorenzo - Fifteen Year Old. Georgio's heart pounded as his last memory of going to bed at home suddenly flew away. When he opened his eyes, he was horrified to find his limbs chained to the wall and himself stripped bare. His friends alongside him in the same state tied up, wounded, and exposed.Tomasso looked barely recognizable.Carmelo's looked almost dead. And Tito was dead with his guts hanging out of his body. A wave of dread and nausea washed over Georgio, causing his stomach to twist and churn with a sense of dread and panic. He felt as if he couldn't contain it any longer and, without warning, he found himself retching and vomiting uncontrollably, emptying the contents of his stomach all over himself.In the corner of the room, Lorenzo sat menacingly on a chair, gripping an electric shock bat

Lorenzo - Fifteen Year Old At night, Dario tossed and turned in his bed, unable to find solace in sleep. He glanced to the side, catching sight of his wife peacefully dozing. He released a heavy breath, caressing his face with one hand while the other gently pushed him upright. An unsettling feeling stirred within him, forcing him to get to his feet.It had been years since anyone so much as gave Carla and her sons a second thought. He had told everyone a lie, a fabricated story about them running away, and everyone had accepted it without question. He had thought he had left that part of his life firmly in the past, only to find it still lingering at the back of his head with dread.He nervously slid off the bed and trudged his way downstairs to get a glass of water, he hesitantly flicked the kitchen light on and poured himself a glass of water before he emphatically slammed the glass back on the counter with an ominous thud. He wanted a new life, he wanted to start anew. Carla and

♕—Delilah Oh, so we're back to concocting our own adorable meet-cute story?"I was ready to give up on my day, with a headache and all, until you came up to me with a proposition for coffee. You cheekily asked me out by offering to buy me another one!""I'm pretty sure you bullied me into getting you a new cup of coffee!"I feigned shock, "No, I didn't but anyways we went to get coffee, and then you asked for my number." His hand ventured beneath my dress before it rose slowly up my back and ever so gently unfastened my bra from beneath my dress. I felt a delightful thrill of anticipation as I pressed myself closer to him.He gave a cheeky nod, "You sure were the one who initiated the conversation first after we exchanged numbers!"To which I smiled coyly and replied, "Oh, that was just me trying to thank you for the coffee you bought me!"He chuckled and added, "And, of course, that's when you asked me out for dinner!"I chuckled, "Yep, I'm a chef at one of the top restaurants in Ne

♞—Lorenzo "Just shut up and fuck me..." She murmured softly before sealing her lips with mine, her whole being was a sultry intoxication.She leaned back, her gaze slowly trailing down my body, her lips widened in a seductive smile. Her silken nightdress clung to her curves, revealing her smooth thighs. The bandage around her hand incited a certain guilt within my chest."Did Reyna really do this?" She glanced at the bandage and shrugged, "She wants you..." I let out a dry breath, now I feel like fucking killing Reyna. My fingers caressed her knees as they slowly glided up her thighs, pausing ever so slightly just beneath the fabric of her dress. I leaned in, pressing my lips against hers in a gentle, yet intense kiss; her lips tasted of mint.My left hand nestled comfortably against her hip, savoring the feel of her softness, while my right stroked the area between her thighs, she wasn't wearing any underwear, my fingers slipping between her slick folds and I stroked her clit. S

♕—Delilah I pulled out a cute red dress from my closet. Back home in Onteros, I had always been an abject victim of their conservative choices, forced to wear frumpy dresses that hid all of my curves. No plunging neckline, no sultry choices that reflected my true personality - just dull, dreary dresses that blended into the crowd. It seemed like the royal seamstress had a vendetta against me as she often deliberately ruined my outfits. I threw away all my negative thoughts and slipped into the vibrant red dress. Even though Reyna had bought them, I hate to admit that she had an impeccable fashion sense. I curled my hair in gentle waves, admiring the contrast between my blonde locks and the dress. I swiped on a glossy red lipstick, giving my lips the perfect amount of pout.I was no Princess Delilah, instead, I was just a normal girl who had encountered a gorgeous stranger at the subway station, and now I was going on a second date with them.After tonight, there were only two days