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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

Solana - Warying Disagreements

"This is becoming a recurrent event, don't you think?"

"What? You always carrying me into the house?"

He nodded and grinned, navigating his way carefully through the dense forest paths so as not to hit branches with my hurting ankle. With my arms around his neck, and my face buried in his chest, I felt so much at peace.

"Can I ask you a question, Lana?"

I raised my eyes, meeting his eyes, reading them. He gave nothing away. "Sure..."

"Andrew was at Helen's yesterday, wasn't he? How did I not see him when I came to get you."

I bit my lips, looking away. Fuck. How did he find out? Who could have told him?

"It was dark in there, but I'm pretty sure I would've seen him regardless. I mean, he could've been hiding behind the door. If there's one thing Andrew flops at, it's being subtle."

"I wasn't even sure it was him. I'd woken up from sleep and overheard them arguing from upstairs, but I never saw his face."