Sinful Vows The Mafias Unholy Union

PREFACE

In the last book, 'Arranged To The Masked Mafia King' I stated that there's going to be a book II about Vladimir and Guilia and here it is. In order for you to get a clearer background and understanding of this book, I'd suggest you read the story above.

There'll be no recaps, just references to past events. Vladimir and Guilia's story is action packed, fast paced, dramatic and spicy. There'll be betrayals and twists strong enough to blow your minds.

Chapter updates are constant as I'll be dropping 7-8 chapters a week. Each chapter is over 1500 words long so you're going to read to your fill.

TRIGGERS

This book contains imagery that a few readers might find disconcerting. Things like bullying, strong language, explicit scenes (highly consensual).

AUTHOR'S NOTE

If you're reading this part right now, I want to use this medium to thank you for choosing to read this book, it means a lot to me. Your support is very paramount and I'd appreciate it if you drop comments and votes. Giving feedback makes me feel seen and inspires me to write better chapters.

PROLOGUE

GUILIA

TWO YEARS AGO

The music blasted loudly from the speakers while my feet dragged on wobbly to the last table before the door. Suddenly my eyes were trained on the outline of a man who looked too familiar to be ignored.

His arms were placed comfortably on the fluffy rails of the sofa, his eyes fixed on the strippers who didn't stop twirling their semi-nude bodies around the black metallic pole.

Though my vision was clouded by the intoxicating influence of numerous bottles of vodka I'd gobbled, I could figure out how bored he was by the look of resignation on his face.

But his interest wasn't my business. After how things went with Ariel and Dmitri, I wasn't sure I wanted to be entangled with any of the Mikhailov brothers.

Fortunately, he hadn't noticed me yet, so I trailed on with my unstable steps until a wave of dizziness slammed me and I missed my footing and found myself leaning against his table for support.

His gaze darted from the unclad women to me as I dragged in shallow breaths. "I'm so sorry," I apologized immediately while praying that he wouldn't mock me for being unable to hold down my alcohol.

"Guilia Armando, am I right?" His deep, unfazed voice caressed my skin while I clutched onto the edge of the table that had only a bottle of vodka and half-filled glass for balance.

The excess alcohol I'd doused myself with was getting to me.

My eyes did a quick scan on his inked chest that flexed with a slight movement. How could a man be so appealing yet scary?

"How do you know my name?" I couldn't help but sound slurry even though I'd intended to be sober.

His lips curled into a smirk, his thumb massaging his temples as he crossed his thighs. "I have my ways, buttercup, but let's get down to the real question, why did you have to stumble into me? Have you forgotten who I am?"

His question threw me off balance because I didn't even know how I found myself in front of him. I'd come here to party and get laid, possibly by any hot demon I could find.