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

Emma felt a sharp pain in her chest the moment Alex broke the news to her, shocking her into stillness. Time seemed to slow, the weight of those words crashing over her like an unforgiving tide. 


"What did you say, Alex? Tell me it's not true." Tears pricked her eyes as her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the cold floor. 


She had arrived earlier, expecting to meet her friend and discuss how to proceed with their search, only to find Alex kneeling, crying uncontrollably. Concerned, Emma had pressed her for answers, only to have the bombshell dropped on her. 


Alex wiped her tears and grasped Emma's trembling hands, trying to keep her from fainting. 


Emma's chest tightened, her muscles seizing with unbearable grief. She gasped for breath, but each inhale only fed the growing panic inside her. 


Her lips quivered, the words refusing to form. Her vision blurred as reality pressed down on her like a crushing weight. 


They left me behind/ blind date