I couldn't get the way Bambi moaned my name out of my head. It was so hypnotic, and it made me hard just thinking about her. Hearing her sweet voice in my head. Christopher Wallace, popularly know as De Rossi, an assassin to the most notorious Mafia gang in the world was hired for a mission but unknown to him, he didn't know the mission was going to turn to be the beginning of the end of the cold and loveless life he's always used to. Amila, a 20 year old beauty, lost all her family to a car accident and since then her life has been miserable. She hired an assassin to do what she was to cowardly to do, take her own life but this event turned out to bring the sun she's lost since the night of her parents accident
Christopher's POV
The bastardo knows why I'm here and what I want. He has information I need to get for my boss. Luciano is "the leader of the Italian mafia." I just work alongside him as his top assassin.
While I'm not a blood member of the family, he treats me as such because we've been best friends since we were kids.
We respect each other, and although I don't tell him this, he is the only family I truly have and trust.
"Now are you going to tell me what I want to hear, Rick, or are you just going to keep losing fingers?" I don't usually do torture; I just kill the target and collect payment. But when it comes to Luciano, I step in and assist when asked to.
"I-I- don't know anything. I swear, p-p-please have mercy. I have a family." The man begged-oh, I just love when they beg. As if I'm going to listen. I enjoy what I do.
I take pleasure in punishing and ending the lives of others. I turn to my left and look at Luciano, and he begins to speak, "Now, Ricky, you know I don't like liars. I know you stole information about my shipments and sold it to the Russians. I'm not stupid."
Luciano was livid and you could hear it in his voice. I, on the other hand, could care less about his shipments. I'm just here for the kill.
"Come on, Rick, the faster we get through this, the faster I can put an end to your miserable life," I said it with an all too wide smile just to freak him out more. His eyes told me everything. I could read him like a book. I knew who he gave the information to, but I wanted to see if he would tell Luciano.
Of course he wouldn't, and I was beginning to get bored, so I took that as my cue to kill him. I brought out my gun and shot him between the eyes.
Luciano turned to me angrier than ever, "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR? I NEEDED THE INFORMATION HE HAD YOU FUCKN IDIOT!" My face remained neutral, and I didn't say a word; I just took a folded piece of paper from my back pocket and handed it to him. He eyed it suspiciously. "What the hell is that?" I rolled my eyes.
"Just fuckn take it." He opened it and looked at the messy writing on it. "The Bekinstos?" I shook my head and began to walk away. "How the hell did you get this?" I continued walking and didn't respond. I got to my car and headed to my place. As soon as I walked in, I grabbed my other phone, which I keep in a safe behind the painting in the living room.
As a side job, I do freelance, as I like to put it. Throughout my whole life, I've been building a reputation that started when I was born. I was known as the devil's son; my father was just as bad as me. He raised me to be a cold son of a bitch. I never liked him and don't have fond memories from the beatings to the verbal manipulation. I loathed that man with my whole essence.
I killed him when I was 17, so from then on people talk and said I was the "Il mietitore" (The Reaper) I don't like the name much but hey, as long as they fear me and show
respect. I don't care what the hell they call me.
Looking down at my phone, I see 3 new messages from different people stating that they have a "job" for me. The jobs range from kidnapping and bringing said target to a location and collecting money, all the way to just taking out a target. I don't ask questions; I just get half now, half after, and then I give them a Polaroid picture for proof, just to remind them of what they did.
On my phone are 3 different numbers. 2 are asking for kidnappings, and 1 is asking to take out a hit. I usually don't meet people in person just for precaution; even if they had something planned, they wouldn't get far.
So I chose to text back the person that wants a hit taken out; those are the quickest, and I don't feel like doing much work tonight. The message says they want to take out a 5'6 blue-eyed brunette living in the east side apartment 1104.
I ask for the money to be wired to an encrypted account I always use. Sure enough, minutes later I receive payment, but I notice it's in full. So I ask, "You trust me enough to not run with the money, ragazzo?" (Boy)
"Not so much trust, let's just say I've heard enough to know you won't disappoint." "consider it done."
And with that, I put my phone down and began digging for information on my next target. And from what I can tell by looking up the tenants of said building on the east side, I have a name and a little more information that I don't care for because in a few hours this person will be no more. Alima Smith will be just another name on a gravestone.
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Alima's POV
"Alima baby, I need you to finish frosting that cake for me; please, they pick it up tomorrow." Sunny is the owner of the bakery I have had the pleasure of working in for the past few months. She's a sweetheart, and after I lost my family, she took it upon herself to help me in any way she could. "Sure, I'm almost finished; don't worry."
While I enjoy frosting cakes and seeing our costumes every day, I can't help but let my mind always drift off to its dark abyss.
While frosting the cake, I think about life. How far I've come because I'm all alone. No family, no support system except Sunny, of course.
But she can only go so far. While putting the final touches on the blue and pink flower petal cake.
I begin to think about my plans for the night. I get out of work at 6:30. Closing up shop with Sunny is always the saddest part of my day because I have to leave her and go to my small, lonely apartment a block from here.
Speaking of, I just about finished this cake and am sealing it in the refrigerator for tomorrow morning.
While emptying the cash register, Sunny said, "Oh Alima, what on earth would I do without you?"
"Ugh, close up shop and finally retire and stay home with Matt all day? "
"Don't be silly; I wouldn't trade my independence for the world, not even Matt." I smiled the most genuine smile I could muster, even though my ability to be happy died the same day my parents and brother did.
"Awe, sunny, don't let him hear you; he'll throw a fit." Still smiling she paid me for the night and sent me on my way home.
On my daily walks to my apartment, I tend to get lost in thought the moment my earbuds are put in and I begin my walk home.
Never thinking anything important other than what kind of cake I'll be assisting Sunny in baking tomorrow.
When I finally reach my baby blue door with grey numbers reading 1104 I grab my keys and let myself in.
Walking into my minimal 1-bedroom apartment with depressing grey walls and dingy old furniture, I am grateful. I go straight to my room and begin undressing to start my routine of taking a shower and relaxing to classical music.
While undressing in the bathroom, I can't help but stare at the girl in the mirror. She was happy once, even though she looked normal on the outside; her mind was slowly killing her on the inside. Rapid thoughts enter and exit while I stare, "Why wasn't it me?"
"Why wasn't I in that car with them?" "Why did they leave me?" "I'm going to be alone forever." "I miss you, mommy, daddy, and of course you too, Jamie." Tears start to brim in my eyes, slowly running down my pale cheeks, which were once tan like my mother's.
I hate myself for not being in that car with them. I was supposed to go, but I didn't go because I thought missing one of my father's business meetings wasn't important. I threw a fit and said I had really bad cramps. My mother, being loving and understanding, let me stay home. In shaky legs, I slowly got into the shower.
As soon as the hot water hit my skin, I managed to fall to my knees, sobbing, recalling that fateful day.
"Your fearlessness is a disguise; you're soft like butter, and I melt at your softness. There's nothing like it, Rita. You take my soul, and I don't want to have it back." "Kiss me like it's your last, Chase. Tears my bra, like silk hits fire; you steal my breath like a helpless kleptomaniac. You're indeed a maniac, but I want you every day." Rita Locke meets Chase while on a mission, to assasinate the leader of the Russian Mafia while he was on the same mission but the mission turned into an eternal moment of passion and love" Very Intense, sexually explicit and use of dangerous weapons is a major part of this novel, read with discretion.
"Mabel..." he warned as I gently squeezed his hardness through his slacks, causing him to curse under his breath. Walter wrapped his hand around my neck, pulling my face closer to his. "I know what you're trying to do, bella," he whispered, a sexy smirk playing on his handsome face as I moaned, feeling his other hand slide down between my legs, roughly massaging me. "And if you don't stop, I'll bend you over the table and spank that cute ass of yours in front of everyone. Do you understand?" I looked down with a flushed face and slowly nodded my head. "Good." One Friday night, Mabel Stone-a breathtakingly beautiful, innocent, and successful lawyer-has a chance encounter with an insanely handsome, gorgeous, and sexy man. Little does she know, he's one of Italy's most powerful and successful businessmen. What was just a one-night stand for Mabel meant something much more to him, and he isn't planning to let her go so easily. As things heat up between them, their nights become wild and full of passion. But what dark secret is Walter Robinson hiding? Warning: Contains mature language and adult, sexual content.
"Fuck. You." I watched as his brown eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw. He stared at me for what felt like minutes. Before I knew it, he had me pressed against the wall. One hand was above me and the other gripped my jaw, sending shivers through my body, but in an addictive way. "Talk to me like that again, Anabelle, and I'll make you scream it," he whispered angrily. His words made my heart race and I felt a rush of arousal. I tried to push his hand away, even though I knew I couldn't. When I didn't respond, he let go and stepped back. "Get ready, Anabelle, and if you're not ready by eight, I'll come do it myself," he threatened, walking away. I would love to see him try. Fuck him, fuck him, and fuck him. Total Warning: abuse, intense sexual assault, violence, CNC, sexual content WITH consent.
"How do I survive without you when everything about my life has been constructed around your love?" Please note, this narrative delves into themes of gun violence, assault, and explicit language. Embark on a journey through the shadows of the mafia underworld, a realm shrouded in mystery and laden with secrets that beg to be uncovered. Unaware of the storm that awaits her, she steps into the swirling chaos of her cousin's engagement party, only for her gaze to be captured by an enigmatic figure. His name? Daemon Prescott. With his towering presence and mesmerizing blue eyes, he stands as a beacon of intrigue and danger. As their paths cross, a tumultuous saga unfolds, marked by gunfire, bloodshed, and the intricate web of familial ties. Amidst the drama and turmoil, a question lingers—was their encounter a twist of fate?
Reader's discretion is advised, use of strong and violent language and sexual assault. Rated 18+ Sandra Peters used to have a really fancy life, and her brother always made sure she got whatever she wanted. But he kept her sheltered from the tough parts of life outside her rich bubble. Everything changed one night when a really scary guy took everything away from her. Now, Sandra is stuck in a world she didn't know existed, dealing with the tough stuff she never saw coming. Even though things are really hard, she can't help but be curious about a guy who's definitely not good for her. This guy, Albertino, is like the embodiment of all the bad stuff in the world. He scares people, and he actually enjoys seeing the fear in their eyes before he hurts them. But when Sandra looks at him without being scared, he gets interested. In a world where being curious can get you in big trouble, Sandra and Albertino can't resist wanting things they shouldn't. They're caught up in their own curiosity, facing risks and dangers. But it's not just their interest in each other they have to worry about; there's also a big war looming in the background, making their situation even more complicated.
Warning: Has sexual scenes and profane language. "I want your cock buried in my throat when you wake and drilling my pussy before you sleep. Stefan, you're my addiction and I don't want any rehabilitation." At 26 years old, Stefan Todd is a professional hockey player, known for his skills and fame in the NHL. Recently, he made the move to the upscale Citrus Grove Community, a stark contrast to his life on the ice. Meanwhile, in the same luxurious neighborhood resides 23-year-old Carrie Stone, the enigmatic author behind the renowned pen name, Dani Viola. Her life is a well-guarded secret, known to the public only through her literary works. Stefan settles into his enormous and stunning new house, which happens to be right next to Carrie's equally impressive residence. However, their initial interactions are far from neighborly. The spark of animosity ignites when Stefan's inaugural "housewarming party" involves blaring music at 2 a.m., disturbing Carrie's peaceful night, and one of his guests even ends up vomiting in her petunias. He's the embodiment of a rebellious partygoer, embracing a lifestyle filled with late-night revelry, while Carrie values her quiet, allowing her to immerse herself in books and solitude. They are, in essence, polar opposites. Nevertheless, a strange magnetism begins to draw them together. Stefan can't help but be captivated by the alluring contours of Carrie's perfect figure, and Carrie herself finds her thoughts wandering to the image of Stefan's finely sculpted physique intertwined with hers. Amid the increasing sexual tension and a growing, undeniable lust, they both grapple with desires that they wish they could suppress. Their desires burn like an unquenchable fire, forcing them to confront their attraction and consider whether there's more to each other than meets the eye.
"The same day that Elizabeth found out that a life starts to grow inside her, Charles asked her to sign papers she never thought that she would ever receive. "Ellie, sign this," Charles said and put down the envelope he was holding on top of the glass table. "What is that?" She asked while looking at the envelope. It was the first time that Charles wanted her to sign something and she doubted if it had something to do with the business. "Divorce paper," Charles simply said while looking at her. Upon hearing the words that came out from Charles, Elizabeth was unable to open her mouth. She felt like her heart was stabbed by a sharp knife and how she wished that she had just died that day. "Babe... Charles baby..." Elizabeth heard that endearment, coming from Elaine Imperial. She's Charles' childhood sweetheart. She felt a bucket of cold water pour out all over her body. Without a second thought, she immediately signed the divorce paper. Then, she turned back to hide the tears that were flowing down from her eyes."
After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary—but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
“Do I want a taste?” his voice deeper than he had ever spoken. His eyes pinned on me like I was the only thing that fascinated him. “What do I do?” I thought to myself as he moved closer to me, I wanted to run away, to resist him but I was pinned to the wall by him. “Gosh I hate this man so much” his scent, his body, his beautiful green eyes, he was driving me crazy. I know this is wrong, he has a fiancee and all but that makes me want him even more. “Get on the bed and spread your legs” his cold voice woke me up and then I remembered I was just a maid to him. “Yes master”.