Chosen By The Mafia by Nina Daniel (best reads of all time TXT) 📕

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Armando's POV 

I was in my office late at night, sitting in the dull brightness which was approaching from other buildings that were making my documents visible on the desk which I was trying to read. I was busy signing some paperwork along with sipping one of my favorites. My desk was full of different kinds of bottles and rum was what I was deeply keened on. This was the only way to keep me calm otherwise I might have killed almost every scumbag that tried to talk to me. I had already killed every scumbag who betrayed me; even their families too but not one apparently; who is that shitbag, Nicolas.

That motherfucker kidnapped my kitten from me and hid her far away in London, he even hired Ashlynn to kill our baby. And Of course, how could she live when she had committed such a crime? how could she live after killing my heir? She deserved everything I did to her, but her dying too early couldn't suffice the pain in my heart, 

First, I crushed each bone in her body, then I gave her some deep cuts as a reward and after when she almost bled like a blood-machine, I delivered her my final round by stabbing her repeatedly exactly the way she hurt my kitten and killed my baby there, 

My kitten, oh she! 

My men had been attentively eyeing her since the day they spotted her in a school, my source informed me she studies there, they sent me her candids and when I saw her making cute pouts and attentively listening to lectures, I wanted to hug her right there, it's been six months I haven't seen her and I'm already going crazy, 

The mansion feels empty without her. I miss her light chuckles which she used to share with Nancy, she didn't know that I had hidden microphones and CCTVs installed in her room, I used to watch her stripping for showers, enjoying them fully where I masturbated watching her clean her wet body while panting between the water, I miss that face so much, her waist around my arms, and her body undermine. 

I know my ways with her were wrong and I have hurt her a lot but I wanted her to correct me. I never knew the meaning of being gentle to anyone, I was not a kind of man who ever treated someone delicately. I was a rough man with tough ways, my ancestors had rules and I was only taught to follow them which I did until her, 

I never thought of loving someone but I loved her and I still do somewhere in my heart, she still has my heart beating only for her. I was only taught to fuck sluts but the day my eyes caught her sight was the day I gave her all of me. I tried to love in her manner but I failed. The change wasn't easy for me and I scared her with my ferociousness, I couldn't hold my desire for her. 

I do want to punish her for leaving me for so long but I can't do it right off the bat. I'll punish her, but not now, on our wedding night. 

And I know she will hate me for that but I need to make her understand she is mine and she is tied to me forever now,

Oh, baby, you're chosen

All this time without her, I have realized that she wants me to love her like a high school sweetheart. Of course, she expects it. She is a teenager herself and they prefer silly boyfriends who give them flowers every day or surprise them with silly little somethings. 

And unfortunately, I gotta be this to win her over. 

Oh God, help me with this shit

*Phone Buzzer*

It was one of my men, Smith

I swiped green and he started speaking, "Master, they're at the beach," 

"What's going on?" I asked while fisting my palm

"They're talking while holding hands," he said and I slammed my fist on the table, "What are they talking about? How close are they sitting to each other? What is she wearing? Are they in a position to kiss? TELL ME!?" I growled,

"A-Ah, Master, nothing will happen against your will," he assured me but I don't fucking trust ANYONE! SHE IS FUCKING WITH HIM!

"What's the other plan?? I questioned him, tossing my head back in the air,

"He planned a surprise for her in one of his hotels, it seems like he will... p-purpose her there," he said and that's where I completely lost my mind, 

"Fuck, try saying that again! I SAID, FUCKING SAY IT AGAIN," I stood up from my chair with one of my hand on the desk, slightly pressing it, 

"We assure you, Master, it won't happen, everything is under contr-" I trailed his shit off, 

"WHAT IS IN CONTROL? WHAT? HER BEING WITH HIM IS THE CONTROL? OR I'M DYING HERE IS WHAT YOU CALL A CONTROL!? DO YOU FUCKING KNOW WHO YOU ARE TALKING TO? YOU WORK FOR ME BLOODY PIECE OF SHIT, BLOODY ACT LIKE MY PUPPET NOT MY BOSS," I kept my pitch as high as my vocal allowed me to, my mind was shouting at me to go there and kill that manwhore at the first sight, she's using my baby girl, 

"M-master, I-I... need to inform you that they're leaving for the hotel," he stuttered, I took a deep sigh to control my racing nerves but it didn't help me even for a second, 

"Attack that fucking hotel. Send Judy and cover Kitten from there but do not kidnap her yet, I'm waiting for the right time, and be careful, nothing should happen to her, his guards will be having eyes on the bullseye, this should be a teaser only," I commanded him, 

"And, spill his tale," I ordered him while my eyes watching the vista outside the window, I walked ahead near the window and stare downwards the road from 24th floor,

"His real name is Nathaniel Willams Knightley, 6'3, eldest heir of Knightley's Cooperation and currently settled in the headquarters based in Central London, he's a divorcee with a son who is now expired, his name was Ethan Knightley, her ex-wife's name is Mia Woodson, she lives in Windsor, Berkshire, earning a handsome salary, she's a lawyer, working in a firm and that is reported as her financial source. She is also involved in drugs and goes to pubs on daily basis, our sources have found some of her explicit images to use if needed in any case, She lives alone where Knightley is living with his parents and... our lady," I was taking deep breaths with my eyes closed to myself under control, But I lost it as I heard a crack on the glass which I was clutching tightly