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The Mafia's queen: Entangled with a psycho.

[This book contains both matured contents and matured thoughts. P.S, this author is very shameless.] Of all the things that could possibly happen to her, the least one she expected was falling in love with an overbearing, conceited, rich mafia boss.~ .... ' Becca, you will be mine, all mine and there's no where to run. You can't escape from me.' Becca Ramus, a beautiful young woman who's only wish for herself was to have a simple and easy life but it seemed her wish wasn't quite granted as she was born an illegitimate child of a rich womanizing businessman whose wife, Regina, is a cold-hearted tyrant. She left Massachusetts to New York to build her own business empire but somehow gets the attention of a dangerous mafia boss, who is hell-bent on keeping her as his woman. Leo Kane, a very good looking rich businessman, who is also a dangerous Mafia boss. He meets Becca and falls hard for her, harder than the fall the devil had when he fell from heaven. He becomes determined to get her at all cost and claim her as his woman. The question is will he succeed? " Oh, you should have known me by now Becca, I never lose." He said with a smirk while caressing her face with his hands. Hello guys, welcome to my very first novel . Please check it out and have a great time. please pardon my grammar errors. Thanks This book contains a lot of harsh abusive language and violent scenes so read at your own risk.

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Chapter (Hundred) Thirty Four: Art

The hall stretched long and wide. Grand just like the rest of the places in that building, holding up to its prominence. Buenavista tech, a company that was partners with Alexus and also the owner of the building which was now used as a children's foundation. 

With the building being a seven-storey structure, it had working elevators used in transporting people from the first floor to the last. Almost everyone preferred using elevators, they were quicker and easier to utilize. Everyone visiting the place made use of them, everyone but Johnny. Well, he did use them too but always got off the third floor, to look.

Quietly, he ambled down the hallway, his concentration on the walls— the frames that hung on them. The paintings. The place was empty, not a single soul which he appreciated. Just him in tranquil stillness, giving him enough time to have his fun and leave without anyone noticing.