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Mafia Boss wife

Lara Carter, eighteen years old, was forced to sign a marriage contract at the age of sixteen to Scott Miller, a.k.a Blade, the person she feared, by her grandfather. After signing the contract, she runs away from home. Blade, a heartless Mafia Boss, killed and tortured anyone who crossed his path without mercy. His face was always cold and void of emotion, but everything changed when a high school student saved him on the verge of death.  He felt something he had never felt before, he felt his heart skip a beat, and her face won't leave his mind. Her eyes, lips, smile, and voice sound like a singing angel, pulling him out from the darkness. And he wants all those feeling, and he can only have them if he has her. He wants Lara Carter, and he'll do everything to have her, but how could he do that when just a mention of his name scared her? His men feared blade, but no one knew what he looked like except those close to him. He always had a mask on every time he faced his men.  Everyone thought that Blade was an ugly, scary man hiding behind his mask.  Let's all follow Blade and Lara's Journey in discovering each other secrets, fighting for their life, and love from the claws of Blade's enemies, as well as from Lara's hidden identity.

Hope_seeker · Urban
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67 Chs

CHAPTER 61

SCOTT

I snapped out of my thoughts when my phone rang. Why is Boss calling at this hour?

"Boss, it's so early."

"Scar, grab the chance. Later, around ten in the morning, that woman will go to her doctor for a check-up. It's your chance."

"I can't do it now. I'm tired. I just came back home. Just ask someone to do it." I decline.

"I couldn't trust the other. I only trust you."

"I cannot. I want to rest." I said and hung up. He couldn't force me if I didn't want to do the job he asked me to do. He is my boss, but I won't follow every order he asks me. I'm not his puppet. I set my alarm at nine and forced myself to sleep.

When my alarm went off, I jumped off my bed, went into the bathroom, and bathed. After that, I dressed up. I wear my hooded jacket and my boots. I slipped two daggers into my shoes and two handguns on my waist. I needed to be fully prepared always because of my way of living