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Taken By The Mafia Lord

[Completed] Nemesis!  If Arianna had known that irritating man would change her life in the worst way possible, perhaps she would have poisoned his coffee the first day they met. Arianna who was tricked and about to be married off to a Loan shark by her uncle's family, finally found a way to escape. However, that was all ruined when Marcel, the feared lord of the underworld captured her. The one thing she desired the most - her freedom - was taken from her. Marcel prided on the fact that he was well feared, respected, and revered in the city. His name caved terror in the hearts of people, however, his reputation is put to test when a familiar stranger relieved him of his property right under his nose. Anger simmers in his veins as he goes on a manhunt against the pickpocket who robbed him. When he gets Arianna, Marcel is sure to show her that nobody steals from Marcel Luciano and goes scot-free. On the other hand, Arianna loathes him so much and would do everything to escape that crazy Mafia. Unfortunately, what if she ends up stealing his heart as well. Read to find out. ~~~~~ "You're a monster, Marcel," "Don't monsters deserve to be loved too?" *Note - this book has strong sexual themes, strong language, violence, and gore. It would leave you on the edge and get you screaming for more. So if you can't handle the burn, drop it without abusing me in the comment box (I won't take it lightly if it does happen). If you can handle the burn, then welcome to the Mafia world!

Glimmy · Urban
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Business With Angelica

"What are we going to do about my position then?" 

"What position?" Marcel didn't understand what she was talking about. 

Adele sighed, the both of them didn't fully understand what was at stake here. She didn't blame them though, they were men, what were they supposed to know about pregnancy? She didn't know about her own child, no, children until today. It was going to take Adele time as well to adjust to the reality of having quadruplets. While pregnancy was a gift to many, this one seemed like a curse to her. 

She explained to them, "I can not do hard labor with this pregnancy, meaning I can't be your underboss. Not to mention that it's only a matter till my baby bumps become apparent and people begin to suspect me." 

"Damn it!" Marcel cursed, running his hand through his hair and disheveling it. "I didn't think about that part," He said, frustrated.