Claimed By The Mafia Don

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ars stung my eyes, but I bit down hard on my lower lip, refusing to let them f

d me. My shoulders slumped in defeat as Dante moved to p

from the speakers, creating a bizarre contrast to the suffocating

older this time. Before I could react, he storme

his grip tightened. The men laughed har

e happiest woman alive. My boyfriend of five years had finally proposed, and f

less than 24 hours. Today,

o my skin. Humiliation washed over me as Dante released his

pping with mockery. He didn't even try

s if he were asking for a drink. The men roar

of shame wash over me, but I refused to l

ed my mind, hitting me all at once. This

e fire had

sister. I was in college at the time, far from home, when the tragedy struck. The robbers had

inish school while trying to keep us afloat. My fiancé, Daniel, had be

t was the only piece of my old life that remain

efore him in his mansion. A pri

ough my thoughts. "Strip. Now. And dance. Give us wha

I slowly undid the

away. The men continued to cheer and holler, their voices loud and vulgar. My he

panties, Dante's eyes gleamed with triumph

aid, his voice

body trembled as I walked toward the pole in the cen

ff and robotic. Tears streamed down my face, but

d toward me, the chain in his h

fast as i wondered what h

his voice softer bu

ole, i could feel his hot breath tingling on my bare skin. His b

is men. "Get o

ted. One by one, they filed out, their

t raced even faster as his boys left. I was scared of being left

am, but I was trapped-ph

ps against mine. It wasn't a kiss-it was a claim. Rough and punishing

ands gripped my waist, pulling me closer as his lips trailed dow

ing, trapped in a nightmar

p us stay afloat. He'd been trying so hard to rebuild

error, he'd knocked over a keg of oil, starting a fir

, furious. He pointed a gun at my father's head, shoutin

gger. I could see it in his

pen, my father was the

offered mysel

t would cause my father. My father was stunned, his shock palpable, but he was


"You'll pay for this loss with your sweat and blood, and when I'm done with you, you'd wish you were never born," he'd said. And just like that, I became his prisoner, bound to him for a year to atone for my father's mistake.

nd his cold lips marked me, I realized