TwentiesGirl

"I think you enjoyed at least part of your punishment last night, sweetheart."

"No," I whispered, my voice barely audible, my eyes still on his hand, on his fingers as they drew small circles that made my toes curl on my exposed, sensitive skin.

He moved closer to me, making a small gasp push past my lips as I looked up, our gazes colliding.

"Relax. Do you know what the fun part is, Lana? It doesn't always have to be a punishment. It could be something... exciting too. Something you'll most definitely like."

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To save her entire family from the Stravkos Mafia - which was the most powerful Mafia family in Tuscany, Italy - Then sixteen-year old Solana Williams agrees to take her sister's place and becomes a sacrificial lamb  - becoming Abel Stravkos' wife. 

Theirs is just a mere marriage of convenience, but now older, wiser and twenty-three, Solana vows revenge for all they did to her family by making Abel's life a living nightmare.

Abel Stravkos does not need a wife, but with his cold-hearted father handling the helm of affairs, he's helpless to object. His heart isn't tied to this strange, beautiful, vengeful woman who's been forced down his throat. But the line between love and hate is thin, and Solana's staunch disobedience to his orders fuels his need to control her in every way possible.

Driven by revenge, and an undeniable passion sizzling just beneath the surface, it's only a matter of time before their attraction for each other becomes apparent, much to the dismay of his father as well as both internal and external forces trying to pull them apart.

Will they ever rise above obstacles lodged in their paths and get their happily-ever-after?

The Mafia's Crazy Obsession

It took nearly forty strokes, her voice becoming cracked, her screams turning hoarse as she cried, lashing my heart as I lashed her flesh, loathing myself, hating her for pushing me to do this. Hating my brother Andrew, hating my father for his cruelty, for his control over me. For the control I allowed him to have. The control I should have taken a long time ago.


I only stopped when the silence on the other side of the door grew into a soft murmur, and the sound of silverware stroking dishes announced that dessert was being served. The devils were being entertained, and would soon grow bored after they'd been sated. My head and arm ached. I hated them all but hated myself most of all. I hated how much of a coward I was.


Abel - Sorrows, sorrows, prayers