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105: Be a good little boy
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The Mafia's Stolen Bride 106: Roar of Gunfire
She alternated between gripping and releasing my testicles, her fingers gliding up and down my legs as if coaxing me to take everything I desired. It brought a smile to my face, even as the impending climax tightened within me. The intensity of the sensations was overwhelming, and I struggled to remain upright. I was consumed by the pleasure, yearning for more and more. But my body had reached its limit. I could no longer hold back the powerful orgasm. "Oh, yes. Fuck. Oh..." My entire body convulsed uncontrollably as I released, erupting into her mouth. She showed no hesitation as my release filled her, cascading down her throat. Through the haze of my climax, I saw a profound joy in her eyes, as if she had given me a precious gift. And she had. A release in multiple ways. Once the tremors subsided, I released my grip on her. Without hesitation, she licked up and down my shaft, savoring every last drop, then licked her lips, her gaze unfocused as she looked up at me. Taking deep
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 107: Bloody Surprise
Despite my impatience, I was willing to wait for this hunt. Minutes ticked by—five, then ten—without any signs of movement. And then, a sudden snap of a twig shattered the silence. Reacting swiftly, I shifted onto one knee, aligning my sight with the cabin. It didn't surprise me that the lone assailant had cautiously made his way forward, staying hidden within the forest for as long as possible. As soon as he emerged from the trees, I took aim. Just as I was about to pull the trigger on my Glock, a second shot rang out from inside the house, followed by a loud crash. A primal growl surged up within me, expelling the air from my lungs. I threw my head back and let out a roar, sprinting towards the front of the house. Within a split second, the single bullet found its mark between the attacker's eyes, instantly ending his life. I swiftly swooped down, grabbing his assault rifle before kicking open the front door. Inside, Dante was engaged in a fierce struggle with the second assailant.
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 108: Too close to home
"Take her back to the house and ensure she remains confined. Deploy at least six soldiers to secure the premises. I don't care about the circumstances; you make damn sure she's under constant watch. Since those bastards knew where to find me, it's only a matter of time before they try again," I growled, my words infused with a sense of urgency as if Axel and his men lay in wait for my return. "When you get back, check in with Angelo. I've brought in a friend to oversee certain operations. That arrangement ends when I return. Ensure there's no trouble brewing, but if there is, contact me immediately. If there's any word regarding Axel, no matter how insignificant, track me down. Is that clear?" Dante exhaled, his response swallowed by a moment of hesitation. "What?" I demanded, my gruffness exceeding what he deserved. "It's nothing," he finally responded. I stepped in front of him, locking eyes, and asked firmly, "Is there something you need to tell me?" "I'm just surprised you bro
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 109: Lies and Death
EMILY Deception.Concealment.Mortality. The haunting image of the lifeless bodies, their eyes vacant, lingered in my mind, ensnaring my thoughts. It was an experience that would haunt me for a long time to come. I had seen enough death, witnessed enough corpses, to last a lifetime. And with each passing moment, my fear continued to escalate, escalating to the point where our lives were in constant jeopardy, even in the safety of our sleep. A shudder coursed through me at the mere thought of it. The way Rafael had looked at me when he handed me over to Dante was etched in my memory, an expression that hinted at an imminent all-out war. It was as if he knew I was keeping something from him, as if he sensed my concealed vulnerability. Although my decision to leave Rafael had been the right one, it didn't mean I couldn't assist him in every possible way. I hadn't intended to keep secrets from him, yet it seemed inevitable. I could already imagine him labeling them as lies. How could I
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 110: I need the truth
"Wait here," Dante sternly instructed me, his gaze filled with suspicion as he opened the car door. As he circled around the SUV, I caught a glimpse of the firearm he carried, a visible sign that the situation had escalated. Even Dante, usually composed, seemed on edge. Perhaps confronting the circumstances head-on would offer some small measure of solace. But maybe it's just wishful thinking. Suppressing a groan, I steeled myself with newfound determination. Dante guided me out of the passenger seat, gripping my arm firmly as we made our way toward the store entrance. His watchful eyes scanned the parking lot, a clear indication that he remained vigilant. "I'll only be a few minutes," I assured him before stepping into the store. Taking deliberate, deep breaths, I walked slowly, ensuring that I disappeared from his sight. Once I reached the back of the store, my gaze fixed upon the emergency exit that led to a street where I could hail a taxi. It wasn't my first time evading payme
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 111: Reeked of Blood
He raised an eyebrow and walked over to a cabinet, retrieving two glasses. As he reached for a bottle of bourbon, I felt a surge of anger. He believed he could control me, that much was evident. "Your father is a close friend of mine, but I couldn't risk informing him. He's not a good actor, and I couldn't be certain he wasn't involved with that damn murderer who killed my son. Your death had to appear real. When you disappeared, I truly had no way of knowing if you were still alive." The man trembled like a leaf. "Or whether the monster, Axel Movino, would hunt me down and kill me for witnessing the murder of your son, all because of something you did?" I shocked him again, his hand trembling. William seemed to regain his composure, pouring two glasses and approaching me. When I declined his offer, he simply placed them on the counter. "I'm not working for Axel Movino. I have no idea who gave you that idea." "You know exactly who suggested it. Maybe both you and my father were in o
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 112: In Danger
"He expressed his anticipation for us to become better acquainted," he stated, inhaling deeply. "However, I must ensure that you comprehend one thing clearly. You are now under my ownership. I came close to claiming you. Very close." He had orchestrated the abduction of me and the assassination of Rafael. "I will never be your possession. Whoever you may be, your lifespan will not be long enough for you to touch me." To my astonishment, the individual chuckled as he approached, dragging his index finger along the side of my face. I had never felt so violated in my entire life. I flinched, stepping back until a solid figure prevented me from retreating any further. I swallowed hard as the leader lowered his head, taking a deep sniff. "I can detect the scent of your femininity from here, sweet Emily. I eagerly anticipate tasting you, savoring your delicate lips." Revolted, I spat in his face, refusing to back down. The burly thug behind me immediately seized both of my arms, restrain
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 113: Much Worse
I had to acknowledge the man's audacity if he believed he could dissuade me with his words. He cleared his throat, struggling with a series of coughs. When he spoke, there was a strong conviction in his voice. "There is much more to this situation than... you... understand." After taking several deep breaths, he continued. "Every family has obligations and secrets. The Reigo family is no exception. I hold your father in the highest regard and consider myself lucky to call him my friend." I was infuriated by his insolence. Who did he think he was fooling? Armando sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow, and daring to step closer to me. I was repulsed and indignant, but I stood my ground. "You need to talk to your father," he said, sounding far too casual for my liking. "Oh, trust me. I plan on it." "He'll tell you the truth, including about the blackmail." The words intrigued me, but I couldn't help but laugh. "That's your excuse?" "No excuse. It's the damn truth, Rafael." He pul
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