All Chapters of Traded To The Mafia [Dark Possessive Mafia Romance]: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Had the tables been scantily attended, he would’ve been more keen, perhaps, to prevent the catastrophe that was to follow.Gage rubbed his hands together in satisfaction as he observed the 35 tables on the ground floor teeming with gamblers who were eager to make a wager. The night was especially ripe with revelry. Tourists and locals alike flocked into The Armageddon, flitting from one table to the next in hopes of getting lucky.The dealers would let them win on occasion to keep them interested, but not too much.They were in the business of making money, after all.Some gamblers didn’t even need the incentive of a win to stay in the game. Being the addicts they were, the mere hope of winning kept them glued to the game until one of the bouncers had to throw them out for their violent behavior.Gage probably should feel sorry for them, but he had to feel sorry for himself first and foremost.The Armageddon was one of a chain of highly successful casinos owned by none other than Rome

Anateya felt like there were cinder blocks tied to her feet as she dragged herself back to her dorm room. She dressed in a cheerful smile every day, laughed when she was supposed to and blended in like any other typical college freshman. On the inside, she felt dull. The sun didn’t shine like it used to. The food tasted bland and more and more she preferred solitude more than anything else. She never saw her mystery man again after that night–not for lack of trying. Lafel had made good on his promise if she had defied him and she lost the little freedom that she had. She’d snuck out of her apartment a few times to go back to Club Eleven, hoping to see him there, but they wouldn’t let her in. Her papi had made sure she was banned from the premises. Whoever he was, Anateya couldn’t get him out of her head. He consumed her dreams and every waking moment. Could one kiss be so powerful? It couldn’t. He was a total stranger, and yet the thought of never seeing him again, never feeling his

Louisa had taken Anateya to a large bedroom in the second floor's left corner. It matched the running theme of the parts of the house she’d seen so far, minimal and void of any personal touches to suggest this was a beloved home. The most stunning part of the room was the large king-sized bed in the center. It was wide and inviting, and the mental fatigue bore down on her to the point where she wanted to crawl under the thick blankets and forget the world. Romero. That was his name, right? The Mafia Lord who had ruined her with a kiss. She could hardly even call it that- what he did was pure and utter possession of every fiber of her being. Anateya hated how she ached to feel that again. A loud thud broke her train of thought, her eyes darting to the hardwood floor where Louisa had dropped her suitcase. “This your room,” The woman’s Romanian accent was thick. “If you try to escape, we break kneecaps.” Anateya scoffed, “Is that your answer for everything? To break some part of

Romero felt a twinge in his chest as Anateya faded into unconsciousness. He wasn’t that rough with her, was he? Placing the back of his hand on her forehead, he hissed out a string of Romanian curses. She was burning up. Which could only mean that the mark he gave her wasn’t healing well. The little liar.He caught her up in his arms, walking briskly back to her room. She curled into his chest, and he scoffed. “I swear petarda…if this is all an act, I’ll turn that ass of yours crimson.”Such pride. Anateya would rather be sick than ask him for help. He should let her suffer out of spite, but he didn’t like the unease in his chest at the sight of her shivering body.”Louisa, get the doctor over here now!” He bellowed, stomping up the stairs. He laid her carefully on the bed, belly down, and pulled a switchblade from his pocket. He sliced through the woolen fabric, revealing a bandage with red and yellow splotches. He took his time peeling it back, grimacing at the sight. He would’ve c

Romero stuffed the remaining body parts into the hole he dug and chucked at the dirt to cover them up. His nostrils flared and he ground his teeth so hard his jaw ached. It took everything inside him not to tear her clothes away and take her in the dirt like the animal he was. Make no mistake, he was an animal. However, this exotic creature that plagued his mind made him want to wait. Maybe he was a sadist, for why else would he want to prolong the torture? His balls were as blue as a dead man’s lips. She wouldn’t have resisted him if he decided to fuck her. Anateya did little to conceal her desire for him.Shameless little temptress.He’d never admit it, but her declaration that she knew his touch thrilled him. Soon, he would burn his imprint into her skin and mark her as his in every way imaginable. Something bothered him, though. She barely reacted to him burying body parts in the garden. Was she so enthralled that she was willing to overlook that he was a cold killer?Girls he