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The Mafias Dirty Little Slut(18+)

HIGHLY RATED(18+) Author's warnings: THIS BOOK MAY CONTAIN HIGHLY SEXUAL CONTENT, ABUSE, ILLEGAL ACTIONS AND DEATH. IF YOU CANT WITHSTAND ANY OF THIS MENTIONED ABOVE, KINDLY PASS BECAUSE IT'S NOT FOR THE WEAK. -------- "There are rules binding this contract, Isabella", Leonardo said to me while staring deeply into my eyes . A shivered ran through my whole body when I heard his cold deep voice. I stared back into his sexy green eyes before I spoke confidentially,"And what's that?". I asked. "Rule number one, you don't touch my body whenever I'm being intimate with you". Say's Leonardo. "Rule number two". I turned to look at Matteo who was laying back on his elbow on the bed with no shirt on and I could tell that he was looking totally hot in that position. I gulped in the lump in my throat when my eyes descended on his well detailed abs. "We can do whatever we want with you and you have no right to object". I felt seriously nervous with the way their eyes were scrutinizing my whole body and it took me enough confident to turn to look at Leonardo. "Is that all?". I asked and then, he brought out a pen and offered it to me. "Sign the contract and be ours". Leonardo said to me but that wasn't what just I wanted, I wanted to be more than a SLUT to them. Meet the Domenico brother's, who kills people for a living. A mafia and the world's greatest nightmare. What happens when a contract of submission is offered to the innocent Miss Isabella Laurenza? Would their relationship turns out to be lust or bloody??? Find out, rated 18+

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I HAVE NO IDEA

Isabella jolted her attention towards the location where she heard the voice calling her and saw Marcus waving at her with a smile on his face. 'Could it be he knows as well?' she mused, then gulped before walking in his direction. "Good morning, Marcus," she greeted as she came to a halt in front of the receptionist's desk, facing him.

"Looking good... was Marcus' compliment, and Isabella couldn't help but smile.

"How?" Isabella asked, her heart thumping so hard against her chest that she could literally hear the sound. ‘Could it be that Marcus knows? No, he shouldn't know’. She was fervently praying and hoping he wasn't aware because she had no idea why everyone was staring at her in that way.

"I'm talking about your hair," Marcus remarked, smiling.