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Taken By The Mafia Lord

[Completed] Nemesis!  If Arianna had known that irritating man would change her life in the worst way possible, perhaps she would have poisoned his coffee the first day they met. Arianna who was tricked and about to be married off to a Loan shark by her uncle's family, finally found a way to escape. However, that was all ruined when Marcel, the feared lord of the underworld captured her. The one thing she desired the most - her freedom - was taken from her. Marcel prided on the fact that he was well feared, respected, and revered in the city. His name caved terror in the hearts of people, however, his reputation is put to test when a familiar stranger relieved him of his property right under his nose. Anger simmers in his veins as he goes on a manhunt against the pickpocket who robbed him. When he gets Arianna, Marcel is sure to show her that nobody steals from Marcel Luciano and goes scot-free. On the other hand, Arianna loathes him so much and would do everything to escape that crazy Mafia. Unfortunately, what if she ends up stealing his heart as well. Read to find out. ~~~~~ "You're a monster, Marcel," "Don't monsters deserve to be loved too?" *Note - this book has strong sexual themes, strong language, violence, and gore. It would leave you on the edge and get you screaming for more. So if you can't handle the burn, drop it without abusing me in the comment box (I won't take it lightly if it does happen). If you can handle the burn, then welcome to the Mafia world!

Glimmy · Urban
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918 Chs

Pray It Wasn't Too Late

"We have to move! We are under too much fire! Kill the lights now, Samuel!" 

Samuel turned and shot at the bulb light illuminating their position. The number of shots ceased as their enemies tried to make out their position with the light gone. 

"Move! Move! Move!" Marcel whisper-yelled at them, intentionally lowering his voice in case an enemy is nearby and locates them with the sound. Even he knew their enemies were moving position. 

As if to prove his point, a grunt of pain was heard and Marcel knew that a man was down. It was a good thing he came with the best of his men. They moved slowly yet vigilant in anticipation of hostile contact. 

"I need a gun," Winters whispered to him. She already released her bound hands and wanted to help. There was no way she would sit around and do nothing. 

"Have you ever used one before?" Marcel asked her. 

"No, but I'm a quick study." 

"The answer is no."