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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- Author: Nina Daniel
- Serie: «Mafia Marathon»
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11
A Few Hours Later
Lana’s POV
It’s quarter past two of the night,
Laying on my bed and staring at the ceiling is what I’ve been doing after my last encounter with him. The moment we had shared with each other, what was that? Why did I even touch him? I was too stupid to melt by his fake apology!
My teenage hormones are acting up weird and I’m letting them control me. I was never touched by a guy but now, it wasn’t the guy who touched me but a man of guns and hold stole my virginity without asking me my permission, and how did I let him kiss me after what he did to me? A pool of questions fighting within me. All were yelling at me for what I let him do. What I did was a clear stupidity but I don’t know how to act around him… I don’t remember what was I thinking that time, that shouldn’t have happened,
And more fuel to the fire are the feelings I have towards him, My whole and soul hates him for what he did but the body craves him because he made me a whore, which I was afraid to become, he made me bold, someone I never wanted to be. I’m losing in this adult shit, I’m feeling something for my rapist, which should’ve been the last thing to feel for him. What should’ve come first was the hate and revenge.
These mixed feelings were my biggest enemy at the moment. I was entangled by my confused mind, whenever I’m away from him; I feel like killing him but as long as he comes to my sight; my all rage melts into a molten lava and flashes away with the blink of eyes. I desire to hate him everytime but his warmth makes me feel otherwise; this all is so messed-up.
I fisted my hair in vexation, my eyes closed and I sighed loudly. This all is so confusing. An uninvited tear marked itself on my face. Suddenly, a knock on the door indicated me to wipe it off,
“Yes,” I call out,
“Ma’m, this is your attendant,” a soft voice uttered from outside,
“You may come in, dear” I replied,
A door opened and a refined lady showed up with a phone in her hand, she looked like in her mid-twenties, she was impeccably beautiful with an ideal height. Her blue oceanic eyes were worth-exploring. For once, comparing myself with her earned me the rank of a cartoon in my eyes, before she sees disappointment on my face; I put that thought way back in my head.
“Malady, this is for you,” she handed me the phone.
For a second, I hesitated but before she could feel my lack of comfort, I laid the mobile on my ear,
“H-hello,” I hesitantly asked, my hands were trembling, not knowing who was the person and how would I deal with the talking,
“Hello love!” an enthusiastic voice greeted me, it was a female with absolute excitement. “How are you, my beautiful? I hope you both lovebirds be doing good together.. Is he treating you good na?” she blurted out questions with a high tone where I was finding the courage to reply her with the same potency,
“Uh-ah, hmm yes” that all I said to her with a little voice, I still didn’t know who she was, so, it was better to stay quiet than saying her something stupid,
“Oh- I get it, you’re scared,” she sighed loudly, “Alright. Here we go,” She waited for me to say something but I was busy finding my died voice, “Sweetheart, I don’t know what happened between you two but I guess it’s not that serious because when he was telling me about you He sounded the happiest man on earth and believe me, hearing him like was giving me a hope of his humanity. You did what nobody could ever do all his life and that is why I’m so excited you, the chosen one!” she exclaimed positively while I was all ears
“C-can I ask you a f-favor?” as I wobbly questioned my heart picked up its pace,
“Anything, kitten,” when she called me with the nickname which that monster gave me, I hitched right there, "I know he calls you that," she giggled
“W-who are y-you,” I finally asked her, grabbing the phone with both of my hands
“I’m Julianna, Mando’s sister… and hopefully your future sister-in-law *giggles*,” she said those awful words while giggling, curse you! meanwhile, my eyes widened in shock and a tear left its place,
My innerself slapped its forehead. For the first time; I thought before speaking. I was about to plead with her to help me escape him but thank God, I didn’t utter anything idiotic, otherwise, she would’ve barked off to that monster to tighten my security or he would’ve punished me again on this.
“Uh, it’s nice to know you,” I said to her, my eyes tightly shut and hand tightly fisted,
“Aww, feelings are likewise, little kitten! And be ready, we’re going to meet soon. I’ll ask Mando to bring you to our house,” she exclaimed in exhilaration, and It won’t be amusing if someone tells me she was jumping.
“How cool of me; VIPs are desperate to meet me,” here my sarcasm takes over me but I managed to control it before I out-speak
She kept talking to me with the same energy and after a while, I became comfortable with her. Throughout the call, she was high as a kite where I was performing high and low,
With a goodbye, she cut the call and I handed over the phone back to the beautiful person, she smiled which I replied instantaneously,
“Thank You, malady,” she commented with her fruity tone, kind smile, and lower head,
I chuckled and asked, “For what?”
“For talking to her,” she gulped right after saying this and the minor joy I had on my face vanished,
I recalled all those memories gifted by her brother before I lost my mind again; I shook my head and concentrated more on the present. Crying all your soul once is better than repeatedly sobbing over something.
To remove the tension between us; I planned to change the topic
“If you’re free… can we have a chat?” I plead her to talk to me with pursed lips
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