Mafia King's Addiction: No Longer Your Puppet

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-haired child of circumstances. In one day I had lost my parents to a bloody shootout in

't want any soul to graze the occasion so

the cathedral before a priest I perceived to be

and without coercion. It was brief and annoying, so annoying that after the ex

e, large bedroom, and with a pistol in

soul is indebted to me forever. In my underworld you don't exist. Stay out of my drugs. You have only two places in this mansion,

words. Did I just hear him right? No room for family and babies. How? Does it mean

n I hesitated, his boot thudding

ion times, "Ye –

vily, trembling

ace warned me, and I quickl

e scared, wife of the don is a steeled-heart bitch. I will give you

nd he quickly reached to it, and a voice

his hand under my wedding gown to locate my lingerie which he pulled with

r first night in marriage. I expected to get inti

back I want to meet you wet and naked in bed.

" I concurred and he took off his tuxedo, his pistol

to the garage where his soldiers, capo, and unde

ling him, "The don!" His dark eyes combed a

rious eye at them and one of them told him the ca

rules? As soon as you get his ass, bring him to my corner tonight." They b

is is great. You must go now. Our associates await at the border. The roads are clear. Mak

don pl

ed and d

kedness with caution and longing. The bed creaked under his weight as

"You are naked but not wet. Didn't you

d, wondering what would be my punishment for e

egs were like feathers in his firm hold as he spread my legs, and pushed

as he push all of his weight into my vagina. My urge to scream ended in gapin

o ejaculate. I felt a bit excited but hell no he disappo

is what I mean by no room for babies in this marriage." He snor

own my cheeks as

the baritone voice told him there were back with Capo 1. He to

oul. I will be back." He stroked

arage and peeped at a young man,

m, his soldiers staring with their guns held firmly. "W

a second chance. "My daughter has been nagging for the countless times I mi

s don't exist in this underworld. It is better not to

my don, p

out a sharp, sword and handed over to him. In a jiffy, the victim's voice coul

w and the victim's bloodied

beys the don

ses," they concu

and bury, send news to his fami

don pl

ll shivering within my spin