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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

Daniel Was Gone

"What? Are you about to end me too? If that's what you're going to do, just get it over with already. Unlike Richardo, I already saw this coming." Marcel glared at him with blazing intensity. He was not going to show an ounce of fear, Daniel derived joy from it. He refuses to give him the satisfaction. 

But to his surprise, Daniel burst into laughter instead. He laughed so hard that tears slipped from his eyes and was unable to explain his mirth, stopping only when his stomach began to hurt. 

"Really?" He gave Marcel a long look, his gaze branding him as stupid, "You think that I would kill my own son? Even my brother died in the hands of my uncle, not fallen by my own weapon. Do give me a little credit, Marcel." 

"As if," Marcel growled, unable to believe it. His father was evil, a monster. There was no way he was sparing him, not after what he did to him.