All Chapters of The mafia's sweet seductress : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

From ancient times, the Rodriguez family has always been loyal to the now notorious Gongalez family mafia.Their long-standing connection had been established many years ago. Back in the day, La Famiglia was made up of just a small group of men who lived in poverty in the south of Italy.Over time, the bond between the two families strengthened as the Gongalez family's power increased.This just meant that it was normal for Aurelio Carlos Gongalez to provide shelter for Sebastian Rodriguez's wife and daughter following his terrible passing.Sebastian passed away while serving La Famiglia, it was truly tragic that he had to leave before his seven year old daughter and wife.From that moment on, Aurelio vowed to welcome his second in command's wife and child into his protection, willing to risk his life for them, as La Famiglia always looked out for their own.After Aurelio's passing, his eldest and only son took on the role of leading the Gongalez family mafia, carrying on the traditio

. . . "So you're going out to move to a much greater one?" Mason throws himself onto my now-empty mattress and murmurs. I huff for the millionth time and send him a glare however fortunately Ava beats me to expressing what's on both our psyches. "Could you just shut up and leave? Genuinely you've been holding that case this entire time. While we," She movements between us, "Have been doing all the truly difficult work." "And I'm expected to do the heavy lifting because?" Mason raises his dark eyebrows. I squint my eyes at the man youngster before me. My dearest companion was this near making me crazy. Even if I had been alone for the last three weeks of my break from school, I would have wished for a needle and thread to see his big, fat mouth shut after just one minute with him. I have no idea why I would want to spend my time with such a jerk, but Mason was my first friend when I moved to the United States, and we instantly clicked. Furthermore, our fellowship had possibly for

Rest was something that never worked out easily except if I was joined by mamá. Realizing that she was going to lay close to me and watch over me until I nodded off generally hushed me into a condition of happiness. Thus it just checked out that I was unable to nod off in this new lovely room. The nervousness of being in another spot was making me crazy thus when I understand rest won't come I sit up in my bed. I'd went through my day meeting a portion of the men and getting to know the staff. I'd carried on with an agreeable existence with mamá, yet we weren't sufficiently rich to have house cleaners, groundkeepers and others chipping away at call. This was an alternate sort of riches. The remainder of my night had been spent in my new room where I'd prepared for bed. Realizing I was in the solace of my room, I slipped on my number one two piece sleepwear set. It was a white two piece number, a combination of trim and silk which caused me to feel charming yet hot simultaneous

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Alejandro was done roughly seven minutes after the fact and I just knew on the grounds that I quit hearing condemnations in Italian that even I didn't have any idea. Furthermore, when he emerged, I tried to hold my jawline in my palms, cross my lower legs behind me to prevent them from swinging ever changing in mid air, while putting a sweet grin all the rage. I bet I looked overwhelming. He leaves now clad in just a couple of white briefs, too diverted involving the towel in his grasp to dry his hair to see me. I slip a look down at his strong thighs, my look normally floating minimal higher before my cheeks intensity and I snap my eyes away, thankful that he still couldn't seem to see me. Yep. He was pressing. My center re-visitations of my telephone and the cool air raising a ruckus around town of my thighs from where my skirt rode up, sends goosebumps through me. Id immediately discovered that I was a sight no man could miss. Indeed, even the educators at my school weren't a