whitepheonix

**"Leave me alone! Please, just let me go!"** My voice cracked as I thrashed in his iron grip, but it was useless. He scooped me up effortlessly, his hold unyielding, carrying me off to a fate I couldn’t escape.  

This can’t be happening. Not now. Not like this.  

"I don’t want this," I whispered, my voice raw with terror. "Please… just let me go."  

My pleas barely reached his ears, or if they did, he didn’t care. His silence was louder than any threat, his indifference a dagger to my chest.  

A heartbeat later, my body hit the softness of a king-sized bed, but there was no comfort in it. My tears had nearly dried, leaving only silent sobs wracking my frame. I forced myself to speak, desperation lacing every syllable.  

"Luciano, please," I choked out. "If I’ve wronged you in any way, I’m sorry. But don’t punish me like this."  

A deafening crack split the air, and before I could react, fire exploded across my cheek. The force of the slap sent my head whipping to the side, my skin stinging from the brutal contact.  

The room pulsed with danger.  

**"No one calls me by my name,"** he growled, his voice like crushed glass—sharp, merciless. **"And no one tells me what to do."**  

His fingers curled under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Cold, dark, and bottomless, his eyes held no mercy, no hesitation.  

"You will warm my bed," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft, laced with cruel intent. "You will satisfy my every craving, no matter how disastrous, no matter how dark."  

A wicked smirk ghosted over his lips, his grip tightening.  

"Because you are mine to break. And no one stops me."  

He leaned in, his breath fanning against my trembling lips.  

"Now… come here."  

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Story by white pheonix

Pregnant by the Mafia boss

Alex stood beside me, her own excitement palpable as she adjusted her outfit. “We’re going to make this a night to remember,” she said, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. I nodded in agreement, feeling the thrill of the evening ahead. 


“Hurry up, Ash! We're running late!” Alex and I called out to her, our voices echoing through the house. 


“Coming!” Ash screamed, bursting out of her room in the pink knee-length dress I had bought for her 16th birthday. Her light makeup and black heeled sandals made her look stunning, like a delicate white lily blooming in spring. 


“How do I look?” she asked, wagging her ponytail excitedly, her eyes wide with anticipation. 


I noticed the angel necklace I had gifted her around her neck, and she looked breathtakingly beautiful. 


“You look stunning,” Alex complimented, her eyes sparkling with admiration. 


“Gorgeous,” I added, my heart swelling with pride as I took in her radiant smile. 


Ash beamed with pride, but her smile faltered as she scanned the room, her expression shifting to one of disappointment. 


“Is Jason not coming again?” she asked, her voice tinged with sadness, her golden eyes dimming. 


Jason was and has been my boyfriend since I was 16. 


“Of course not, Ash,” I said, squeezing her hands gently, trying to reassure her. “He had some business to take care of, but I promise he'll come see you later.” 


She narrowed her eyes at me in doubt, her lips forming a small pout, but eventually replaced her frown with a smile, her spirit lifting. 


“Okay! Can we get going, girls, please?” Alex shouted, and we all laughed, the sound echoing with excitement as I drove the black Benz toward Emma's house. 


“I’m nervous, sis,” Ash whispered when we arrived at Natalie Stone's mansion, her voice barely above a whisper, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her dress. 


We stood beside the car, awestruck. The place was magnificent, packed with luxurious cars. This was easily the most beautiful house I'd ever seen. It looked like something out of a dream. 


“Don't be, Ash. I'm always with you,” I said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “But wow, your friend Emma must be very rich,” I added, trying to lighten the mood. 


“Way too rich,” Alex chimed in, drag 


ging us both into the mansion, our hearts racing with anticipation.


Chapter three