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Taken By The Mafia Lord

[Completed] Nemesis!  If Arianna had known that irritating man would change her life in the worst way possible, perhaps she would have poisoned his coffee the first day they met. Arianna who was tricked and about to be married off to a Loan shark by her uncle's family, finally found a way to escape. However, that was all ruined when Marcel, the feared lord of the underworld captured her. The one thing she desired the most - her freedom - was taken from her. Marcel prided on the fact that he was well feared, respected, and revered in the city. His name caved terror in the hearts of people, however, his reputation is put to test when a familiar stranger relieved him of his property right under his nose. Anger simmers in his veins as he goes on a manhunt against the pickpocket who robbed him. When he gets Arianna, Marcel is sure to show her that nobody steals from Marcel Luciano and goes scot-free. On the other hand, Arianna loathes him so much and would do everything to escape that crazy Mafia. Unfortunately, what if she ends up stealing his heart as well. Read to find out. ~~~~~ "You're a monster, Marcel," "Don't monsters deserve to be loved too?" *Note - this book has strong sexual themes, strong language, violence, and gore. It would leave you on the edge and get you screaming for more. So if you can't handle the burn, drop it without abusing me in the comment box (I won't take it lightly if it does happen). If you can handle the burn, then welcome to the Mafia world!

Glimmy · Urban
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918 Chs

[Bonus chapter]Victor Infiltrated Her Dream

Mimi found herself staring out at an empty stage. How the hell did she come here and what is the name of the lord was she doing here? She wondered.

Before she could think further, a powerful spotlight that made her shade her eyes from the glare appeared and when the intensity decreased, she looked up to discover that Victor was suddenly standing there.

He struck a pose like those male strippers at a club and was bare from head to toe except for the towel hung loosely around his waist. She had a feeling what he was about to do. 

Strip dance.

Slow sensual music began to play from God knows where and he began to whine his waist to the rhythm. What the fuck? 

The scene was freaky in the sense that there was no one else but her in this place. There was just something forbidding about it, like that feeling you get in a horror movie.