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Sold! Mafia Don's Love

Crystal had been maltreated by her step sister because she was born out of wedlock. litfe has been cruel to her...... But was sold has exchange for her run away father's debt. Nicklaus is a dark and powerful Mafia king known for his ruthlessness. Nicklaus hit Crystal with his car by mistake on his mission of searching for the man who stole his armory. He had his family to protect. And she is his top priority. But what happens when what he was searching for was right in his pocket?. And what happens If Crystal wakes and has a complete change of attitude. ●●● "What did I do?. Why did you do it? She was the only woman who understood me for me. Who will always be there for me . Anytime I feel down and fucked up. I remember her. She was the reason I had to carry on living. Even when the universe took her away?. So-so- I-." I am broken, totally broken. "Please. Let me explain. Hear me out Amore". Klaus begs. I stare at the his watery eyes. He looks broken too. And I don't want to feel sorry for him. He was a murderer. No matter what, he took away my all. What?. What else is there to explain?. What else is there between us?. You're a murderer, you are heartless.Vincenzo was right. You don't deserve to be loved. Perhaps that why your mother left you? Was that why you were desperately in need to be loved?, so you make pathetic excuses, you use this men, you call your family. You lie to them. Took them in, just like you did with me?". I screamed. I let it out, my eyes flooding . Yet I could see that look on his face. Hurt, desperation, need. He took a step back. Looking betrayed. What?. He was the killer here. I was the one who is ought to own that look. He is ought to feel guilty. "You_you never trusted me" he says, Why does he want me to trust him?. Why should I trust him?. "Trust you?". I asked throwing my arm up and down. "Yes" he screamed this time. "Where has that ever gotten me?. You killed my mother and took away my freedom, my memories. And almost made me kill my father remember?." I continue, this time throwing my fist at him. Hitting his well built chest. "You-you made me like this, I feel so broken_ because of you?. Why did you have people by your side when you are the devil yourself?. Why did fall in love with you?". I cried. "You-you love me". he says lie he could not believe it. And did I?

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He Is An Official Jerk

She was able to sleep for a generous amount of hours because Nicklaus said he added some pain killers and sleeping dose to the drugs my doctor asks me to take every night before I sleep. Because of my Traumatic brain injury.

It was morning, the light ray illuminating my room.

She ran my hands through her locks and she wiped her face as she let out a loud yawn.

She could not complete my yawn because of the geek standing at the door, she studied his features, it was non other than Nicklaus Rosario. Who will soon be her husband.

That thought sent shivers down her spine. 

She attempt to walk out of the bed sluggishly and clears her throat. He was wearing the same clothes as yesterday It was not a good thing staring at people, it makes her feel less secure.

Is this how he feels when she was at him yesterday?.

It must have been bad. "Guess what day it is Hermosa?". He said in his language, breaking her thoughts.

"I don't know. I am not really good at guessing considering I am just waking up and I am not sure my brain would be able to think that much these morning".

Oh no, she just ranted.

"Oh. Your brain sure works well in the morning".

He commented, walking in her room. And he slipped on her bed, invading her privacy.

"What day is it?". She asks, slightly concerned. It could not be her wedding right?. He cannot just drag her to the court or reception to forcefully get married to him. He must not be that ruthless right?.

"I am beginning to consider you my responsibility and I am pretty sure you know what that means. I am the only mafia who wants you alive. Your own father does not ven wasn't you to live." He explained.

"Oh" was all I could comment. Her mouth in a 'O' shape. So she was his reponsibility.

"I take you along wherever I go to. So go get dressed and come down when you're done. We have murders to comitt". He announced and and walks away, his feet light as he walks.

What kind of a person comes to announce to someone suffering from trauma about a mission to commit murder early in the morning?.

He was a psycho. "What?". She asks as his hand touches the door knob in attempt the leave her room.

"Murder. M-u-r-d-e-r. An unlawful premiditated killing of human by another human. Noun." He walks back to her leaning close to her,then brushes the dark locks that was falling on her sides.  That was when she noticed the color of his eyes. He has a dark green eyes that turned grey when he retreats. He answers and leaves, a sly grin planted on his lips.

She wanted to spit on those sexy lips of his, he would be so annoyed to smell her morning spit.

Crystal tried to picture what the look on his face would be like if she ever dared to.

Was this his way of joking?. He sure has a sense of humor, but a cold sense of humor.

The man was just plain bipolar. No doubt.

He fits so much well in the Mafia.

Crystal quickly gets up on her feet and walks straight to the bathroom.

She did not need him to return here and backing orders at her. Or defining the meaning of bathing to her. He seems like a English major.

But what was a English major doing in the Mafia world?. Or why would an Italian study English?.

It does not matter, she would ask him one of these days what he studied in school. Nope she would ask him a lot of questions.

Walking out of the bathroom, she realized she has no clothes to put on. And she was only wearing a towel.

What was she going to wear?. She turn left and was not surprised to find a walk in closet. And woman's clothings. More precisely, the clothes look bitvhy and expensive. Did he have a sister?. Or was it his girlfriend's.?

This is where her rights are being challenged, can she wear some girls clothes who she did not know how related she was to Nicklaus?.

Well, she was more than related to Nicklaus, she is his soon to be wife and his never letting go collateral, if her father never shows up.

Without much ado, Crystal picks a black crazy jeans which barely covers her belly button, and a black tank top. She made her hair in a ponytail, making her look more mafia girl.

She smile at the thought, wondering what Klause would say about her beely revealing.

"Whatever, he do not get to choose what kind of dress I wear". She answers herself in the mirror. She double checked her outfit again before finally concluding to not put on a make-up.

The person that owned these room was really clean and expensive, the expensive lotions and dresses and the setup of the room was intriguing. She liked it.

Walking downstairs with her phone in hand, she saw Klaus dressed in a white fluffy dress and a a white hat, his gold glasses perfectly settled on his pointed nose.

She stood on the last step of the stairs drooling over him. The man was too beautiful to be called a man.

He had an effeminate feature. And he sure knows how to dress up.

"A picture would last longer". He commented as he stretched a bowl of cereal at her.

She grunt in response.

"Seriously, Cereal?".

Why take cereal in the morning?.

She was expecting something grand. A better home made food .

"I am not your cook. I am your captor remember?". He asks as he pass her the already prepared bowl of cereal.

"Well_" she was lost of words.

"Well, it's fine. I usually make people lost in their choice of words so it's not knew you're experiencing the same". He commented and retrieves his car keys from the kitchenette.

"You're done?". "Obviously".

She answers and they both walk into the garage, he pressed a bottom and a black Bugatti La Voiture Noire flashed it's light towards them. Wow, she examine the garage, there are rows of cars, different cars expensive looking they are  new models.

She refuse to close her mouth when the black shimmering Bugatti came to full view, she walk left and right her finger tips brushing the car, "Oh love you do not touch Bora  that way. Careful the way you handle her". He accused and walks to gentlemanly open what he called "Bora"_ a car_amd it was a "she"." Nicklaus, you are bipolar". She announced, but with a swift move he drew her close plastering her in the door, he licked his lips and said," Careful what you say love, I am a psycho by blood".

Fear!.

It ran through her veins. She resist to show weakness. Not before him.

He was a dick. "Are you these bipolar, always a dick?". She questions sassily. He cocked his head left.

Did he not warn her not to call him bipolar?.

But he responded with a glare, quiet a little before a sadistic smile return on his facial features.

"No I always take a day or two off". He  answers and she snoted. And he let of her.

"A day or two off my feet" she mumbles.

"So who is these person we are murdering?".

She asks after they got in the car.

Driving out of the garage, Nicklaus glance her way and said, "Marcel. Your father, Alejandro caught him. We are making deals with him. I am wearing these hat because I happy to murder my long lost enemy. And my armory will be back in my hands. My mafia".

She squinted her nose and study the delivish grin that appeared on his face, her heart racing, it was her father they wanted to go murder?. He was the real dick.

And official one at that.