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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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Elijah Didn't Have A P*ssy

Unable to stand the tie anymore, Marcel slipped it out of his neck and was just about to toss it to God knows where when his phone beeped with a message. He picked up the phone thinking it was from one of the hundreds of men under his command only to find otherwise. It was the coordinates for the meeting; he just received the location. 

Why was he texted the locations an hour to the meeting? Well, the location had to be discreet in case they had enemy spies who might try to take them out using this opportunity. Imagine if their meeting place was bombed? That would be killing two birds with one stone: the entire Luciano family would be wiped out. 

"Right on time," Marcel muttered as soon as the door to his room was opened and a figure walked in. He didn't need to turn or look at the mirror in front of him to know who that was. Everyone had distinct footsteps and he had a habit of mastering it. It saved his life a few times.