All Chapters of Groomed By The Mafia: Chapter 21 - Chapter 29

Hell was raised in Sicily. Words in the streets and on the black market went out for a bounty price of $1 million for anyone who would track and get the location of Alessia Rossini. While the city was in chaos due to her disappearance, not even a single publication wrote anything. Leonardo Morano was out for blood and no one dared to cross the devil’s path. ….Alessia felt the homesickness creep in after spending two days in Mexico. Juan Morito was a lovely company, but she felt suffocated with the whirlpool of emotions stirring in her.“Mija, here take this card and the keys to my truck” She looked up to see Juan’s hairy arm extended in her direction, holding out a gleaming bank card and the keys to his precious truck. Noticing the stunned expression on her face, Juan continued, “It’s been just a night, Mija, yet you look as though you arrived for a funeral” the usual humor missing in his voice. A pang of guilt filled Alessia’s heart. She has unconsciously been moping about all d

Alessia woke up once again, feeling like a truck had run through her.“Ugh! That bitch,” Alessia cursed in anger as she remembered how Valeria had drugged her.“Where am I?” Alessia stared at the white ceiling. Looking around, the room where she was held captive was different from the first room she had woken up in.Alessia looked at her arms and legs. “Strange, why didn’t they tie me up?”Not waiting any longer, Alessia dragged the white sheets off the bed to use as a makeshift rope.“Finally, my room-escaping skills will come in handy,” Alessia muttered to herself as she made the tight knot.She looked out of the window to gauge the distance, and her heart dropped.“Clouds? Why were there clouds?” Alessia’s knees buckled as she realized the answer—she was in a plane flying to an unknown destination.Alessia sat muddled in the corner when the door suddenly opened.“Good to see you are awake, Miss. Please have your breakfast.”The speaker was Salvador. Alessia trembled in fear as he p

She could hear the heavy footsteps and the opening of drawers. With her sense of sight restricted, her other senses became far more alert. Alessia felt goosebumps breaking out on her skin due to tension.She knew he was testing her. Waiting. Giving her a chance to back out.Leonardo stood still for minutes, taking in the sight in front of him. Her dark obsidian curls were the only covering on her skin; the rest of her toned body glistened in the light. He watched as her chest heaved in tension, as her toes curled in anticipation, her heavy, perky breasts pushed out, her pink, juicy areolas erect, waiting for his touch. Gosh, her p*ssy… He saw the long line of sweat that journeyed down the middle of her chest, down to the smooth labia, and soon disappearing into her smooth nectar.She was a work of art—ethereal and all his.Now, here she was, for him to ruin.He knew she was a submissive at heart. She always complained, but he knew how wet she got after getting a spanking. Alessia was a

The body was skinned skillfully, stripped of its outer flesh, and the eyeballs had been pulled from their sockets. This was Levi’s psychotic signature. Yet, this was not Levi's handiwork. Someone else had gotten to them first. Leonardo Morano's grip tightened around his gun as he turned to face the now-empty chains that had once held Niccolo Romano—the traitor. His voice was deathly calm at first, but the room vibrated with his fury as he spoke. "You all mean to tell me that the Creek—a one-way-in-and-out area, thousands of miles away from civilization, surrounded by hundreds of men and drones—was breached? That someone walked in and walked out with a fucking living person weighing over 180 pounds, and not one camera or human caught a damn thing?" He fumed in anger, rage burning in his eyes. Leonardo's fingers twitched as he pointed his gun at the nearest man, the urge to pull the trigger and kill every single one of the incompetent fools was overpowering. Salvador

Alessia fought to snap her eyes open. The dull ache between her thighs was a reminder of what had happened the previous night. Propping her head up with her left arm as support under her chin, her eyes landed on the huge wall mirror beside the bed. Leonardo had made her face this mirror the entire time he took her.“Look, Topolina, watch how well you take my cock,” Leonardo had said, holding up her head to face the mirror as he rammed into her from behind. Alessia had watched in a mixture of horror and lust as his huge cock slipped into her warm hole. She saw how needy her expressions were, how she looked beneath him—begging for his cock, how her eyes rolled back, and how her lips quivered in pleasure.“Shhh,” Alessia patted her cheeks, trying to bring herself back to the present.Gosh, she was a mess. Her cheeks heated in embarrassment as she took in her state. Her hair was in full volume, curls sticking out in every direction. Her neck was covered in bite marks and hickeys. She furt