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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 - Pride & Punishment

Growing up, while Mom was still alive and helped to keep a tight leash around Father's neck, I'd loved nothing more than coming back home to the family home at Nordstrom. Back home to her sweet-smelling buns and ginger tea. Back home to Father laughing, and Andrew behaving himself. But now, that felt like ages ago — the memories so faint, I couldn't even remember when last Father laughed, or if Mom's hair was blonde, or a pale ginger. Now, as we neared the property, Solana sat beside me in the car quietly, her trembling fingers the only thing that announced her tension. She looked stunning in the red, short dress I'd specifically chosen for her, her dark curls shiny, framing her beautiful face — a light make-up accentuating the almond shape of her emerald-green-colored eyes.

I took my left hand off the steering wheel and touched her knee as we pulled up in front of the security gate.

She stilled, startled, turning her eyes to me.