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The Mafia's Stolen Bride 44: We Hunt
He raised both hands in a gesture of surrender, blinking to confirm his understanding. I let go of him abruptly, stepping back as confusion and frustration flooded my mind. The situation made no sense at all. If Madeline had been alive all these years, where the hell had she been? And what was her involvement in this damning scheme? "What's our next move?" Grinder asked, his voice filled with uncertainty. "First, we need to find out who owns that phone number. If my suspicions are correct, Sasha has been alive all this time," I replied, my tone resolute. Grinder raised an eyebrow. "You think she's behind all of this?" I surveyed the room, taking in the chaos and destruction. Something didn't add up. "We have to consider the possibility." "Then what, boss?" "We hunt." Madeline had vanished, and we had deployed our resources to monitor airports, train stations, and bus terminals. Anyone attempting to take her out of the state or the country would be intercepted. But capturing Mad
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 45: Disappearance
Exhaling heavily, I made my way toward the exit. Madeline had vanished more than two hours ago. While I doubted that her abduction was intended to result in her death, the longer she remained missing, the slimmer the chances of finding her unharmed. Someone was trying to send a message. "Kelan, be careful. My father can be a real jerk. He's always wanted more control, even developed a hatred for your father. But he did respect him and wouldn't have gone against him if he hadn't been pressured. You might not believe me, but my father isn't a bad man, just a broken one. He warned me the same way. Stay away from the Massimo family at all costs." I paused for a moment, absorbing his words. "Noted," I responded quietly, making my way toward the open doors. "And it's Victor. Victor Racini." The night air was crisp, the breeze biting, but I felt a fire burning within me. I sensed that a war was on the verge of erupting, staining the city with blood. For the first time in years, the thought
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 46: Don't let me fall
"Do you even have real bullets in that gun, sweetheart, or is that part of the act too?" I taunted, the sound of movement catching my attention. Pressing the gun's barrel against the girl's head, I demanded, "Come out. Show yourself." A large man emerged, dragging Madeline with him. His strong arm was wrapped tightly around her neck, but her defiant spirit remained evident in her furious gaze. "Mr. Racini, a pleasure to finally meet you." The man's gruff voice carried an authentic Italian accent, and his stylish attire hinted at affluence. He calmly aimed his gun at Madeline's temple. It was a standoff I couldn't afford to risk. "Now that the pleasantries are over, why don't you enlighten me? What is the true purpose of all this?" I inched closer to the open wall, stealing a quick glance through the adjacent door. "You should already know," he replied, amusement evident in his voice. He moved closer to the opening as well, a wicked smile on his face. At that moment, I made up my
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 47: Just the beginning
For the time being, I had secured a hotel that offered a semblance of safety. However, I remained uncertain about whom I could trust. The puzzle pieces refused to fit together, leaving me in a state of disarray. To maintain anonymity, I had made the reservation under a pseudonym I frequently used. I met the hotel clerk in the parking lot to retrieve the key, ensuring his cooperation with a generous five-hundred-dollar tip. Against my better judgment, I decided to call in a favor, hoping to uncover the identity of the unfortunate girl who had become entangled in this dangerous web. It was crucial to inform her family of her demise. Dominick would handle the disposal of the other bodies. I couldn't afford to have an active investigation interfering at this critical juncture. We ascended the back stairs until the elevator became a necessity. Once inside our secure suite, I meticulously inspected the rooms, drawing the curtains and illuminating only a single light. Madeline observed my a
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 48: For Eternity
MADELINE Dante Massimo's demise should have brought me satisfaction, a sense of relief that the man who had caused so much pain and suffering was no longer a threat. For years, I had witnessed the relentless pressure he exerted on my father, forcing him into unsavory dealings and manipulating him at every turn. Tales of Dante's brutality and mistreatment of even his closest "family" members were well-known, painting a portrait of a man devoid of conscience or remorse. Yet, as the news of his demise reached our ears, it failed to evoke any emotion from Victor or me. The weight of the silence between us grew heavy, suffocating the room. Seeking solace, I wrapped my arms around myself, attempting to ward off the chill that seemed to seep into my bones. Victor's frustration was palpable, his jaw clenched tight with unspoken words. But instead of pressing me for answers or offering comfort, he stood by the window, gazing out at the world as if detached from its passing rhythms. Victor, t
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 49: With Lies
He moved his hand down my neck, deepening the kiss as his tongue explored my mouth. The sensations overwhelmed me, my focus solely on him and the intensity of the moment. I wrapped my leg around his hip, drawing him closer until his arousal slid between my legs. My entire body tingled, and I moved my hips, moaning in response to the pleasure coursing through me. I was captivated by the desire that consumed my thoughts, making it difficult to think clearly. I ran my nails down his back as he kissed me, taking his time to explore the depths of my mouth. His commanding presence was captivating, his desire for me growing stronger. He lifted my other leg, securing it beside him as he broke the kiss. The sensations intensified as he trailed his tongue along my jawline and down to my neck. When he bit down, a whimper escaped my lips, and I felt an overwhelming closeness. Shifting my position, I moved my hips, and in an instant, he entered me. I was wet with anticipation, and as his firmnes
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 50: Have Faith in Me
I recoiled, whimpering as he forcefully pushed the remaining inches inside me. A surge of sensation coursed through my body, transforming my agony into a wave of intense pleasure. "It's so tight," he exclaimed, wriggling back and forth to fully accommodate himself. His magnificent, imposing figure rocked, igniting the passion and intense heat between us. I drifted into a dreamlike state, cherishing every moment as he made love to me. I was trapped, a captive until he granted me freedom. The thought was cathartic, almost amusing, and brought a smile to my face. His movements grew more savage, thrusting with brutal force, his body crashing down upon mine. It was evident that he struggled to restrain himself, his desires overpowering all else. And so, I clenched. "Oh God...," he gasped, gripping my back and digging his fingers in, his actions growing more frenzied. "Fuck. Yes. Yes!" I felt the warm release as he climaxed, unable to contain my grin. Everything about this moment was p
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 51: Men created out of evil
Planting a tender kiss on my forehead, he allowed his lips to linger for a moment. "Good. I need to take a quick shower. My father is awake and looking for me." A surge of happiness washed over me. "I'm so glad! Do you want me to come with you?" He shook his head. "I have trusted people coming to ensure your safety. After everything you've been through, you deserve some rest. Besides, I won't be long. Just going to freshen up. Okay?" I nodded, feeling a thick knot of fear constricting my chest. Victor winked playfully and made his way towards the bathroom. He returned moments later, throwing a robe in my direction. "Room service. No other man is going to catch a glimpse of that gorgeous body of yours. Got it?" "Yes, sir!" I responded, giving him a playful military-style salute. I clutched his pillow to my chest, inhaling deeply. Its soft cotton already carried his scent, a potent mix of masculinity and exotic spices. I could bask in his essence all night long. The sound of the sh
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