IN LOVE WITH THE RUTHLESS MAFIA KING

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g. My eyes stingin

stomach as a strange smell fills my nose. A mixture of g

e, instantly has me on high alert and my eyes open full

l is directly in front of me, with a small window to t

e my head, making me squint as I

ind my back. A sense of panic and adrenaline rushes through my body and I pull h

." A voice says and I turn my head from

nue squirming in the chair I appear to be

ront of me and my eyes widen when I recognize

d tone, throwing his head back as he slowly s

y accented. What is

inger trails over my skin, down to my mou

out of it and down around my shoulders. I flinch when he mo

breath as I try to pull on my restraints again but realize there's no use. The rope

of us, Domenico." The man taunts me as he offers a sadistic smile, his tattooed hand coming up

ing his hand to slip away from my face, but it

em, Domenico." He adds as he forces my hea

escaping my mouth and nose as I try

while you're on your knees. Now that would be a ni

nap as I move my

and laughing at me. "There it is. Knew you

man i

r and reaching into his pocket. I watch as he takes out hi

as he grips my jaw with his hand. "T

nd clicks on the camera, allowing me t

his fingers around my jaw so tightly, that I can almost taste blood in

hes my head to the side as he moves

ments and the man in front of me says nothing back, instead snickering to himself as he flic

arms across his chest. I don't even have to look at

u taking pictures of us? Are you a

think I'

e again, forcing me to look at him. "Tell me

p and causing the man in front of me to release hi

nstead keeping my eyes closed as I grimace at the ache

re has completely changed in the room. It's as though the Queen of fucking Engla

em down, not wanting to make any

same person says, but in another lan

hat the hell is

efore replies and I just know from the tone of his voice, even with

don, we're just tryi

o me and his shoes eventually come into view. Black slacks

n't say anything, instead listening to what he's been t

f footsteps echo around the room, alerting me that there is someone els

to his sides momentarily. My head lifts another inch, just enough for

his voice also accented but n

strands of hair falling from my

king pictures of us,

I wasn't. Not inte

ture, in which I'm visibly conducting something illegal, and decide to keep said p

concerned it might explode. Who the hell are th

yourself wouldn't have anything of the sort aga

in lame terms that I should just forget that I ever to

y head, keeping my eyes locked

for him to ask me again, cautiously lifti

em. I recognize his face from somewhere. Perhaps I've just seen him

s. Long black lashes, chestnut colour eyes, tan skin. His Adam's Apple bobs

lts his head slightly, his eyes flicking down t

trusted without any restr

almost breaking as a lump begins

ning his fingers along his stubble. "

ards the door in which he entered. "W

the doorway. "To get a drink." He responds