Spellbound by the Mafia King

crimson blood which spilled out and stained the carpet below. It relieved me. To feel my body in physical pain was a great distractio

ut I won't. My whole life, I've been nothing but a disappointment to him, and this affirmed it. I was nothing more than a mere commo

which is quite unfortunate for the bastard. He didn't even have any illegitimate sons despite the fact that he fucked day in

' (you killed your mother) was something I've heard every single day of my life. Mother, my beautiful mother died during childbirth. I didn't mean to kill her; I

pirited she was. And how her father broke her piece by piece. In

I was born to be a Don. The power ran in my veins. Besides father would hunt me down and no doubt have someo

asked. The thought of marriage never crossed my mind. Perhaps a couple of times when I was a y

uch about, but only his name. I was to be married to Chase Rodriguez. The roles of women in mafias are very traditional. To obey and serve. To be complacent d

nd serve, I will gladly cut out his fucking heart a

mafia. To ensure peace between our mafia and theirs. No one wanted a war.

iend and one of my many guards. She is highly intelligent and a skilled killer. I wanted

as I stared down at my hand. Dried blood coated my fingertips as the cut in m

y held my hand in hers as she procured the knife from my grip. "Let's get

sipped Bourbon from a crystal glass in hopes that it would make me feel warm inside,

ge of my bed, crossing her legs. She knows I've practically begged him to sto

t's a done deal. I ran a finger down my cheek, where my father slapped me last. I may not be bruised, but I will always remember. I closed my eyes as I wished for his death over and over again. If only

ight now," I spoke, my voice laced with sadness. Her eyes lowered to the ground. She walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder, in a way to rea