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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
Not enough ratings
918 Chs

Marcel's Triumph

Elijah didn't know how he got home, but he sure arrived safely and the first thing he did upon returning was to go straight to his cabinet and pulled out a bottle.

He wasn't a drinker. No, he has never loved drinking even though his brothers loved it and had taught him that on occasions. However, he never liked the idea of drinking because he loved having a clear mind. 

He was a natural-born genius and geniuses don't like doing stupid things like getting drunk and waking up with a hangover the next day. What was the point of it? Hence, when he did drink, it was in moderation. But right now, Elijah was sure he didn't have moderation in mind when he poured that drink into his glass and downed it entirely.

The unfamiliar warmth burnt down his throat but he didn't care, if anything, he needed a distraction, something to take his mind off the pain that was searing deep into his chest right now.