All Chapters of His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

*A New Year's kiss from a stranger** Who could have thought that everything will change at the stroke of midnight on a new year’s eve? That’s right. A new year’s eve. Actually, I'm not so keen on getting my ass to the city’s square or a pub or a club to welcome the dawn of a new year. ‘Cause what’s the essence of it? This ending year has been a hell. To me. To my…family maybe. But having a bunch of nagging girlfriends. Hell, I have to get my ass up from my sulking bed and hit the washroom just to prepare. I’m that girl that has the worst wardrobe ever which makes it insanely hard to determine what I’m seriously going to fit in. A cashmere Jacket? Hell, no. Mae is looking downright hot. Likewise, Mercy. But here I am in a dire thought about what actually will make me look a bit pert. Just for one night. While perusing my wardrobe, I still can’t find something dashing. The door to my room cracks open and my brother slants his head inside, peeking at me. “Mercy says…you’re ta

**A crossfire*** Shuddering wails, screams and scampering feet rain in the now dark club room as people begin running to safety while my men and the assailants exchange bullets.Gun shots blasts across the room. Bottles and glasses shattering across the floor while I wail and grunt as pains, accustomed pain to some extent, streams through me. This isn’t the first time I’ve received bullets nor the first time someone has daggered me.Pain has become my second skin all my life which is why I laugh manically as this new pain course through me. Anger brews through me because I felt so reluctant about my security for the first time in years, all because I was promised a politician daughter’s pussy.I should have watch out more. Be on high alert as always. Be security conscious, but today I failed miserably. My hands skids across my gun holster, aiming to make a purchase on my gun, but the freaking pains I feel at my side hampers the movements of my hand. Fruitless, I growl inside me.I wat

*What she's hiding.* Distant voices reverberates in my ears as I rise from the couch. Oh, my body aches so effing bad, I have to recoil back on the couch.God, who could have thought I’d make out of the stampede last night?The events of last night gives me more reason not to be a social person. This is New York, and shits happen. Though, not as bad as what happened last night. I thought I’d die there.I just don’t get it. I can’t seem to wrap my head around the fact that all that happens in my wake is disaster. I’m still sulking for my late father, and consequently my friends suggested that hitting a club with them on the crack of dawn of a new year will help ease the pain. The sorrow. However, things went south and now I’m not only going through emotional trauma, but also physical pains. My feet got blisters as I ran for my life last night.“Solntse!!”A seemingly raging voice spears through my eardrums from a distant, but it seems the voice is coming from speaker. I endeavor to str

**Stole my first kiss.** The frosty winter air gnaws my skin when I exit the elevator and lobby of the hotel Mae lodged in. The street is already buzzy, with pedestrians trailing up and down the sidewalk while cars lines up in traffic. The sun is barely radiating from the sky which adds to the intense chill spreading through my body.I take the sidewalk to my left and skitter down the road, at the intersection, I cross the road to the other side and begin making a beeline to the direction of the club where disaster rained upon all of us that gathered there.While hitting down the road, I still harbor thoughts about the stranger from last night. The way his eyes dilated when he looked at me is suspicious. Though we shared a kiss, which I seriously wish I can get more, it was like he was trying to hide his surprise or disgust I don’t know.I feel the conversation he incepted was just to buy time for something, I don’t know. I feel the conversation he initiated was forced. Like, he lite

**Be on your fours** “I can help ease your pains in some other ways, you know.” The little ginger nurse I hired croons under her breath while wrapping a new, clean band-aid around my side. The graze of her fingers against my skin makes me feel aroused.Her eyes hold a sharp glint as she tucks her lips between her teeth. I begin to scrutinize her skin, her deft fingers, and her small, pink lips. I’ve no doubt as small her she is she has been fucked by at least five different men because her gestures are that of a professional whore.Ah, how can I forget? Nurses are the real deal when it comes to sex. Funny enough, I can only attest to this because I fucked three different nurses back in Russia.They give good head and their pussy is always wet and ready. Those creatures can send a man to heaven by just catching a glimpse of their dribbling pussy.One of my caregivers in Russia is also a nurse and I’ve had her countless times. As I watch the ginger girl graze her fingers down my torso w