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The Mafia's Crazy Obsession

"I think you enjoyed at least part of your punishment last night, sweetheart." "No," I whispered, my voice barely audible, my eyes still on his hand, on his fingers as they drew small circles that made my toes curl on my exposed, sensitive skin. He moved closer to me, making a small gasp push past my lips as I looked up, our gazes colliding. "Relax. Do you know what the fun part is, Lana? It doesn't always have to be a punishment. It could be something... exciting too. Something you'll most definitely like." - To save her entire family from the Stravkos Mafia - which was the most powerful Mafia family in Tuscany, Italy - Then sixteen-year old Solana Williams agrees to take her sister's place and becomes a sacrificial lamb - becoming Abel Stravkos' wife. Theirs is just a mere marriage of convenience, but now older, wiser and twenty-three, Solana vows revenge for all they did to her family by making Abel's life a living nightmare. Abel Stravkos does not need a wife, but with his cold-hearted father handling the helm of affairs, he's helpless to object. His heart isn't tied to this strange, beautiful, vengeful woman who's been forced down his throat. But the line between love and hate is thin, and Solana's staunch disobedience to his orders fuels his need to control her in every way possible. Driven by revenge, and an undeniable passion sizzling just beneath the surface, it's only a matter of time before their attraction for each other becomes apparent, much to the dismay of his father as well as both internal and external forces trying to pull them apart. Will they ever rise above obstacles lodged in their paths and get their happily-ever-after?

TwentiesGirl · Urban
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84 Chs

Abel - Kiss Of Death

"Solana, wait up!" I called out when we drew near the kitchen door, the huge brown double doors that led to the dining room wide ajar. She swiveled around once to scoff at me, then ran straight into the house.

I chased after her hotly, almost knocking over a maid who was busy shuffling around in the kitchen and setting things for breakfast. "Sorry!"

"Solana!" I shouted, only a few steps behind her now. She panted as she went up the stairs two at a time, her chest heaving, and her speed and agility quite incredible for a girl. She suddenly missed a foot, a cry wringing past her lips as she fell, almost hitting her forehead on the edge of a stair when I reached out and caught her by the waist, lifting her, holding her close to my chest. She clung to me, her breathing heavy and I realized why she'd run away. Her face glistened, stained with tears and a few drops of mucus fell from her nose — the effect of the cold morning. Her eyes were puffy, face flushed scarlet.