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

Cara leaned her hip against the kitchen island as she crossed her arms, watching me. 


“Yeah, I figured I'd drop by at the grocery store.” I answered while placing the bags full of groceries on the kitchen island table. 


She raises a brow questioningly at me, urging me to explain why I was actually here rather than at work. 


I sigh before speaking. “I got suspended for being tardy consecutively so I was sent home early today. I won't be working for a few days.” 


I was sad about my suspension and it’s only a matter of time that Hudson would fire me. Good luck finding someone who could replace me. I endured his shit for a long time now. He stole a lot of my credits, my ideas. I couldn’t do anything about it because I was scared I’d lose my job. Still, it’s hard to find a company these days that actually pays well. I thought bitterly. 


Chapter 73