All Chapters of Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

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

Gianna’s POV“Why me?” I narrowed my eyes into slits as I glared at him. There were over a hundred girls at the bar but he chose me and here he was, doing the same thing less than twenty-four hours later. I wanted to know why, there had to be a pattern and I wanted it revealed to me. “You’re different, Amore.”“My name is—“Don Alessandro held up a hand to silence me. “You see? Only a few people would dare speak to me in that manner and you don’t even care about hierarchy or power, you speak your mind and that’s what I want in a wife not some dolled-up girl with half-wits.”“I’m sorry that I’ll have to turn you down but I’m in the process of being engaged to someone else,” I replied after a moment’s pause. I noticed Maya slap her hand over her mouth to hide her laughter out of the corner of my eyes but I didn’t care right now. I was willing to use every chance I could get to wiggle my way out of this situation. “Whoever he is, I doubt he could be any better than I am.” Don Alessa

My eyes widened in shock as a small gasp escaped through my lips. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach as I clenched my thighs, already feeling my panties getting soaked as his words reverberated through me. Before I could collect myself to speak, Don Alessandro was already at the door. “Come on, Gianna. We have an announcement to make.” His eyes were filled with mischief and I knew he did that on purpose, to get me rattled and he had gotten what he wanted. “Gianna and I have discussed the terms I proposed here in this room earlier,” Don Alessandro began as he stood at the head of the table. The room was silent when we returned but I could sense the tensions in the air. On one hand, my father and Miguel were fervently praying that I accept Don Alessandro’s offer while Maya wanted all of these to be nothing more than an expensive joke. “Gianna has accepted my proposal, we’re getting married in a few days.” I felt Don Alessandro’s eyes on me and I forced myself to hol

We never had the chance to try the white room technique because as soon as the spy heard our discussion, he was all too eager to give us whatever information was demanded from him. The possibility of spending a few months staring at white walls was scary enough to break him completely. Men like him were used to being beaten and having a few bones broken or a tooth removed with pliers but sophisticated torture was where they drew the line. It was a strange feeling they never wanted to experience. The spy revealed he was part of a small gang, still trying to find their feet under the tutelage of Donovan. Alessandro didn’t seem shocked by the revelation or maybe he didn’t want to reveal his emotions there. Alessandro and I made our way back to our bedroom while his subordinates put the guy in dungeons with chains restricting him from trying to take his life. As soon as Alessandro closed the door behind us, I walked into the bathroom to get the stench of blood out of my skin. Giovann