Mafia Lords: On Knees Begging For Her Forgiveness

re was a man over me-smells like shit-his disgusting brea

forced by a wave of adrenaline. And he staggered

cognize his face features. All I c

tely, "Help! Someo

d, slapping my face, and roamed over

eam again, he covered m

eracted. I shook my head to both sides trying to keep myself

. I felt something was off w

shouted, grabbing my hai

just to see a tall figure standing at the doorway a

me and felt my body's temperature unbearable as a beating pulse

the bastard got into his pants and fled

isses. It was all I could remember beside my weak

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he black curtains of an unfamiliar room. In panic, I pulled

bruises and scratches. And my heart sank from

ality

een r

lat

ened last night. It was the drink that my bestie Liana handed me. Coul

vents ran in my he

ashb

lax." Liana handed me a glass of win

ster brothers was here. I couldn't imagine their rea

ed places. But still, here I was, trying

hing the glass of the golden drink into my hands as she mov

ked out of the mansion, got into

ted, "We

ur eighteenth birthday two days ago. No one has the right to dictate

treating me like a princess, they kept me locked in the house. And if

t, obedient, and always well-behaved for the

ve, far away from bl

, and Liana shouted in excite

itement, "Want to dance?" Her voi

th her head to a tall, masculine guy w

been eyeing you since

ture though. I wasn't i

she pushed again, her eyes shining w

st for fun, Liana. Not to make

e glass of her wine. Narrowed her eyes

ain for my glass, the room tilted. I placed my

coming a dull hum in the b

s Liana, but her face w

avoiding my outstretched hand. My glass slipped from between my fingers and

e as she bent down and whispered sweetly, "Sorry, Mila, you haven't got th

rkness swall

the Fla

ered in shock

t deeper than any physical pa

y until my knuckles turned white. I

tures of my Papa-the ruthless mafia lord-and my foster bro