Chosen By The Mafia by Nina Daniel (best reads of all time TXT) 📕
A 28 years old Armando De Luca who is famous as Lord of Mafia. His heartless trait radiates fear in the core of hearts. Betrayal awakes his devil, his loaded bullets thrusts their bodies before culprits could clean themselves up. He is known as "El Veneno (The Poison)". As heir of D. L Enterprises Holding Inc and Master of Spanish Mafia, he owns half of the intercontinental sphere where his sharp jaw and cold eyes confirm his foreboding. Nobody dares to mess up with a man like him. But when his own captive makes his heartbeat for the first time,
How would he fight with love and ferity?
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On the other hand, it was my beast on left who was fearless enough to fight for survival because I did nothing wrong. It is my right which they’re suppressing. I’m not their property of any kind nor they bought me. My left element took me over. I somehow collected some courage and looked up to meet his eyes but couldn’t for much longer. My all courage flushed away with his one look. He’s eyeing me, no… not eyeing! GLARING me. His cold eyes were enough to inform me of his ruthlessness. He’s heartless enough to slice me in a thousand pieces and feed my meat and bones to dogs.
There were different kinds of acute weapons including varieties of knives, blazes and others which even angels never saw in real life. One of them would be a weapon of my death.
I kept playing unacceptable scenarios in my mind that it almost made me senseless. I was feeling giddy and weak.
A little while after, I suspected liquid beneath my nose, I tried to wipe it to check but my bound hands forbade me to help myself… I was in delirium to notice my messy state. My state of mind got confused more when I processed his words
“Leo, serve her. Ready her master room and give your best,” he commanded. What did he say? Take her what? What master room? Is he gonna torture me there? But why? No! This can’t happen.
“Sir, but she tri...” He tried to convince him but interrupted him before finishing,
“I SAID GO,” he snapped in three words which contained much more power than my own dominance. He’s fierce which wetted my clothes with my cold sweats.
Where is he asking him to take me?
And the biggest question is;
What will he do to me?
One of them forthcoming, “Please… no” I mutely mumbled with continuous shaking of the head. When he stepped ahead to touch me I resisted with all my power.
“Unchain her now,” The master said and I saw him with a blurry vision.
His red-rimmed eyes were already locked on my face. His elbow was resting straight on the table while the same side hand was turned into a tight fist. I could see his knuckles turning white in wrath.
They unchained me and motioned his hand formally but I had a sprain in my ankle which resulted in refraining from walking straight; those darkish bloodlusted eyes were noticing my every step, and it was embarrassing, how was he glowering at me. I was nervous.
“What he wanted from me? I wish I could ask him to stop cau…” In the middle of my thoughts, a force hoisted me up.
whoa, what’s happening here?
It was him, our eyes met.
His eyes changed those beasty stares to a soft warm look. He was so in search of something in mine,
maybe, he noticed that I’m a kid, right? But we wouldn’t allow any of them to kidnap that little girl.
I turned my gaze down where he began walking straight out from the prison, I kept my head down throughout the way; my face had agonized expressions. Eyebrows were tightly denser, eyes moistened closed and heart kept his speed the same since this encounter. Our bodies were touching each other, my abnormal heartbeat mustn’t be left unnoticed by him, perhaps, that’ll melt his own heart a bit.
Guards were following him behind but stopped outside of something which. I opened my eyes to view my death place but it turned out to be a - I’d say a room-like-heaven.
Is he gonna finish me here?
My thought was; from the smelly dirt room to opulent grand bedroom, it was so much to digest in. When stepped in while I’m still in his embrace. I took a quick look and downed my head again.
This room looked like no place of penalty to me This was more of a luxury. A huge like humongous, looked like a mini-apartment to me.
He placed me on the bed carefully as he cared for me.
“He’s your criminal. It’s because of him that you’re suffering” my inner-Brittany scolded me
He came closer to the extent where I was feeling unsafe. He raised his hands and I jolted in fear.
“Hey hey hey! It’s alright… it’s alright. It’s fine” he calmed me till I stopped struggling and cupped my cheeks,
I formed a question on my face but he said nothing just smiled warmly.
what’s going on?
I could feel him leaning in, “ah... aa, what’s the time?” I wanted to distract him, don’t expect me to fuck you before you take my heart out,
“It’s 6:17 PM pretty baby,” he mumbled to me while brushing his hand on my neck, gradually shoulder, and when he touched my waist.
“Ah ouch!” I hissed in pain.
He frowned, “What happened!?” He asked and tore my shirt, “What the hell!? Who did this shit” he shouted and rushed outside while throwing tantrums,
didn’t he command to hit me as a teaser before the torture room?
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