I glared when his hand reached again to my neck. Our faces only an inch apart. His big hand was almost wrapping it whole. His thumb massaging my throat like a feather. "And when I thrust inside of you, I want to hear you scream my name. Every name of mine."

"Dante. Adriano. Sol. Di. Angelo." His thumb stroking the center of my neck while uttering every name he owned. His eyes hooded in heat, lust clouding the windows of his soul. "And when you cum, it'll be Dante you moan."

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Hailynn Fleury is a talented painter. Growing up as an orphan, she and her best friend Ethan, always wanted to get back to the people that helped and cared for them. When one of her friends convinced her to auction her paintings at one of her charity events, it didn't take much persuasion knowing the money would go to the orphanage. 

On the night of the auction, her future took another turn when she saw a handsome man holding a gun. Later finding out that he was a mafia boss with an intention of keeping her from thereon. 

Witnessing him pulling a trigger to someone would have been the mafia boss' wisest decision to never let her go. Except that he couldn't touch the girl knowing the promise he had with his cousin. Dreams of bedding the girl is no longer an option. But how will he treat his ragazza, really?

Find out how both of their lives took a turn- with the aspiring artist and the Italian mafia boss.

Mafia King

My ears perked up as my heated gaze burned towards Hailynn’s direction. I unconsciously strode towards her direction. 


“Hey, hey. Give her some privacy, will ya. She’s speaking to her family.” Leo said as he stopped me by grabbing my arm. 


“Oh, please.” I shake off his hand. “Her parents are mine as well.” I resisted a grin while trying so hard to get mad at amore mio. 


Why the hell does she always make me feel this way? Make me mad and then fall in love with her even more right after. 


He smiled while shaking his head. “Is this the time where Americans would usually say ‘you’re whipped’?” 


I punch his arm playfully. “Stai zitto.” He chuckled but I continued to walk towards my wife who was slowly getting up from the ground with struggle. 


I hurried to her side and immediately supported her. I wrapped my arm around her waist and held her hand. Her head turned swiftly towards the unexpected intruder. Her eyes widened in alarm and obviously with hidden guilt. 


Chapter 39