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The Mafia to Alpha King

Luciano Salvatore 'The Bullet' was born, raised, and comes from a long family line of serial killers. But he wants nothing to do with that legacy. The block that has made it impossible for him to run away from all of it is his uncle, Don Mauro. The most powerful drug lord and a serial killer who had snapped a long time ago. Don Mauro promised to kill Luciano's remaining family to keep him in check. On his mother's death anniversary, Luciano tried to go against Don Mauro to make his mother proud by doing the right thing and trying to save a woman named Keirah from becoming his uncle's victim in his sex trade. Unfortunately for him, he fell in love with her at first sight. He finds out later that Don Mauro was not after Keirah for the sex trade, but Keirah is a biomedical engineer his uncle has been searching for. A person Don Mauro will do anything to possess. Succumbing to his heart's desire, even after Luciano finds out about this information. He tries to protect her in the only way he knows how. By kidnapping her and running away with her and his Setting them both on an expected path toward a love-and-hate relationship while discovering the hidden supernatural fate set upon them. What chances does Luciano have for survival and redemption while caught up in his unfamiliar feelings for Keirah? A woman who has feelings for someone else. *** “Are you still in love with him when you know he is a married man?” “Why is it bad for me to love him? I loved him first before her.” Lucaiano's gaze turns more deadly as he shouts at Keirah. “EREDE IS A MARRIED MAN. HE MARRIED YOUR SISTER. HE IS YOUR BROTHER-IN-LAW!” “I loved him first. He was with me longer. He was my first love.”

Black Beautiful Butterfly · Eastern
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124 Chs

Fenrir

James loses strength in his legs and drops to the floor. “Momma…!!!” He cries. And tries to shake Zia, shouting in pain.

I feel his pain.

I know this pain more than anyone else.

And It is all my fault.

It's all my fault they killed her.

I should never have run away. I should have stayed, and she would still be alive.

“Zia, please... I need you, please!?” I cry with pain, too. I can't see my life without Zia.

More gunshots and I see a lot of combat boots coming out of the motorcycles, my uncle's goons back again.

How did they find me? Did he put a tracker on me?

I curse... I signal James to turn back to my uncle's goons, who are setting up their firearms. All corners of the cottage are surrounded. My guns are far from where we are. And I need to protect James.

“Come, let's take cover. I need to get to the gun in the drawer.”

It is as if I am speaking to deaf ears. James is in shock. He does not move an inch, holding tight to Zia's body. I pull him.