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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 · Urbano
Classificações insuficientes
918 Chs

Marcel Was Shot

Both leaders had their captives on their sides and Marcel's gaze fell on Winters. Just like Macy, her mouth was gagged and he could see bruises at the corner of her face. Marcel did not complain, if any he was grateful, because, unlike Macy, she was in a better condition. 

He looked at Winters who gestured to him with her eyes and Marcel slightly narrowed his gaze, trying to understand the signal she was giving him. Her eyes moved to Richardo and he tried not to stare too much so as not to draw attention to their silent conversation. 

"Fine, we'd pass the captives over at the count of three," Richardo told him. 

"Agreed," Marcel said. 

"Now, at the count of one… two… three,"