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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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Look At Me

"Jesus Christ!" Arianna screamed as soon as she stepped out of the bathroom only to see Marcel right awake and waiting on her bed.

"You scared the life out of me," Arianna told him without hiding her annoyance. She was not ready to die yet.

"You are clearly not dead," Marcel retorted, standing up to his full length with his hands in his pocket and Arianna forgot how to breathe because he was shirtless. Holy Micheal… 

"A-hem!" She intentionally cleared her throat, while dragging her eyes away from his chest. Whatever attraction that was between the both of them had to die. Her head was back in the game now. 

"How was your night?" Marcel asked her.

"It was fine," She lied straight to her teeth. How could she have slept well when the nightmare ruined her morning already.