Mafia Damian's Bride

Name: Mafia Damian's Bride
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Goodness Chiamaka

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Alicia discovered that her father owed Damian Tucker a ruthless mafia lord. However When Damian' proposed to Alicia to marry him, she declined. Alicia was Ain a serious relationship with Jonathan Leonardo a police officer. Will Alicia end her five years of relationship for her father's sake. What happened when her younger sister gets kidnapped and she is a wanted person too? Find out.

R18+ Modern Love at first sight Sexual slave CEO Attractive Contract marriage Arrogant/Dominant Romance Mafia

Chapter 5 No. 5

06-16 08:36

Chapter 1 No 1.

Five years ago,

Damian Tucker, a 28-year-old man with dark skin, blue eyes, and jet-black hair, sat in his office on the top floor of a five-story building called the T-Group.

His hair was styled in an afro, and he had an eagle tattoo on his right arm and a cross tattoo on his left arm.

On his right chest, he had a star-shaped symbol. He was a mafia boss, respected and feared in his territory. He ruled the secret mafia world and underground cartel in North Wind Town.

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Inside Damian's office, it was painted in an off-white hue, and a knock on his office door interrupted him.

"Boss, Mr. Max Dawson is here to see you," his assistant, Jeff Brody, informed him, and Damian sighed.

His father had just handed over the head position to him. He looked over at Jeff and replied, "Let him in."

Mr. Max Dawson, a businessman involved in illegal dealings, entered Damian's office, and the young man made no attempt to stand up or shake hands with him.

"What do you want?" Damian asked, still seated in his chair and continuing to click on his laptop.

Mr. Max swallowed the hard lump that had formed in his throat, knowing that doing business with Damian was more difficult than it had been with Mr. Mark Tucker, Damian's father. His name alone instilled fear in the other groups.

"It's business, Damian. It's a deal worth 10 billion dollars," Mr. Max said, pleased when he saw Damian look away from his laptop and shift his gaze to him.

"Sit," Damian gestured to the middle-aged man. "Go on," he ordered, and Mr. Max went into details about the business.

Damian listened with keen interest. "So what do you need my assistance for?" He queried Mr. Max.

"As the mafia lord, I don't want the other groups to interfere in this business, and I will need your assistance to loan me money to proceed with it," Mr. Max explained.

Damian was interested in this business; however, he had other ulterior motives. Deals like this, he would personally handle it instead of handing them over to his group to take care of it.

"I will lend you the money, but you must promise to pay it back with interest. I don't care if the business works out or not. All I care about is my money," Damian told Mr. Max, and the man nodded.

"You have nothing to worry about, Damian. I will pay you back, but I will need your assistance with it," Mr. Max said, sitting across from Damian, who was looking at him.

"Don't worry, I will have Jeff assist you. First, sign the deal," Damian offered the document to Mr. Max to sign and to loan him the money.

His mind worked in mysterious ways as he focused his attention on the man who reached for a pen and signed the deal.

"Done," Mr. Max said with a broad smile on his face as he rose to leave Damian's office.

"I will be looking forward to the date." Mr. Max left Damian's office after the deal ended, and Damian kept on thinking about the deal worth billions of dollars.

"I cannot allow Mr. Dawson to have that kind of money. It will invoke the higher authority knowledge of us, so I have to take care of it." A smile played its way up Damian's lips, and he called Jeff back into his office.

"Take care of Mr. Max's business and ensure that the money gets transferred to my offshore accounts."

"Okay, Boss," Jeff answered. His eyes widened in surprise, but he dared not question Damian's orders. He looked up to him as his older brother and was only two years younger. He went to do as told.

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Three months later, Mr. Max was heartbroken to see that the business didn't go as planned.

After loaning money from the ruthless mafia lord, he had only a year to pay off the 10 million dollars he had borrowed.

"Honey, what's the problem?" Mrs. Jennifer Dawson came into the room. She was a middle-aged woman, 45 years old, and she looked at her husband, who paced about worriedly.

"I am finished!" Mr. Max exclaimed, placing his hands on his head, and pacing about.

"You cannot be finished, honey. Talk to me," Lady Jennifer tried to beg her husband, but he said, "I shouldn't have trusted Mr. Tucker. Doing business with his father hadn't been bad. Our dealings hadn't been hijacked by the government, and now, I have lost everything I worked hard for."

Mr. Max was on the brink of tears. He shouldn't have trusted Damian to handle the business for him. The man was still young and new as a mafia group leader.

"Calm down, honey. Talk to me," Lady Jennifer tried to talk her husband out of his misery, but he smacked her hand away and shouted at her, "Don't touch me! Where do I get 10 million dollars to pay the T-Group?"

"The T-Group? Who are those? Calm down, honey. We can raise the money. Where did you borrow such money from? Why would you even borrow such a huge amount of money? For gambling?" Mrs. Jennifer asked, shocked to hear the huge amount of money her husband was asking about. But he told her, "Get out of my room. I don't have time to explain anything to you. Just leave me alone. If I don't raise that money in a year, they will come for us. All of them, and you need to leave with our children. They shouldn't return here. I am finished."

Mrs. Jennifer stubbornly shook her head and told her husband, "I cannot leave you to die alone, honey. You cannot turn me into a widow at this young age. You shouldn't have borrowed the money in the first place. Calm down, we can see how to raise the money."

Mr. Max went to his office, leaving his wife alone in their bedroom, and she paced around, wondering what was wrong with her husband.

It was nighttime, and Mrs. Jennifer went downstairs and saw her second daughter, Alicia Dawson, in the living room.

"What's going on, Mom? I heard you and Dad arguing?" Alicia Dawson, a 19-year-old girl, asked her mother. She was a nursing student and hadn't graduated yet. Her skin was as fair as the sun, and she has long blonde hair, looking like her mother.

"Alicia, it's your father. He loaned 10 million dollars, and now he has lost everything," Mrs. Jennifer cried, and Alicia nearly fainted.

"What?! 10 million dollars. Where do we start paying off such a huge amount of money? Oh no! We are doomed, Mom, if Dad cannot pay that off," Alicia joined her mother in crying in the living room.

They were rich, so why would her father have gone to loan such a huge amount of money?

This meant they would have to sell off some of their properties. But would it be enough to pay off such a huge debt? Alicia cried.