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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!

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The Love In His Eyes

"Turn around," Arianna told him, and Marcel obeyed her command without hesitation. She focused on the artistic black ink drawn over his back and traced the tattoo with her hands, everything finally making sense. 

"That is why you have the tattoos drawn, because even scar revision does not erase a scar but helps to make it less noticeable and more acceptable." Arianna figured it out. 

Now she touched his back a bit more carefully, she could feel slight creases and it made her expression distort in pain. She had never taken time to look at his skin before because most of the time she was distracted with sexy time and digging her hands into his back out of passion. Had she been hurting him by chance? 

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Marcel answered her as if he had been inside of her head. 

She looked at him in shocked wonder, "Are you telepathic by chance?" 

He looked at her over his shoulder,