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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 - Loosening Ties

"There's no need for panic. I will talk to him," I said, at last, my voice resolute. There had to be some way to get him to agree. Besides, I'd like to give him one last chance, talk to him maybe the way I should've been talking to him all along. I was so ashamed of myself. I didn't realize how much we'd drifted apart. Maybe he'd have come to me for help seven years ago if I had been a better, more understanding brother to him.

By the time Andrew arrived at my place, it was eight o'clock in the morning. We'd all just finished having our breakfast, and Lana had gone up to her room, and Erin to hers with Damien when he stumbled in, reeking of liquor and causing a scene. He was propped by two men who worked for Andrew.

"What's all the fuss about, brother?"

His eyelids were drooping, and the bruises from the beating I'd given him earlier had colored a dark purple. A wave of guilt coursed through me.