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The Mafia's Crazy Obsession

"I think you enjoyed at least part of your punishment last night, sweetheart." "No," I whispered, my voice barely audible, my eyes still on his hand, on his fingers as they drew small circles that made my toes curl on my exposed, sensitive skin. He moved closer to me, making a small gasp push past my lips as I looked up, our gazes colliding. "Relax. Do you know what the fun part is, Lana? It doesn't always have to be a punishment. It could be something... exciting too. Something you'll most definitely like." - To save her entire family from the Stravkos Mafia - which was the most powerful Mafia family in Tuscany, Italy - Then sixteen-year old Solana Williams agrees to take her sister's place and becomes a sacrificial lamb - becoming Abel Stravkos' wife. Theirs is just a mere marriage of convenience, but now older, wiser and twenty-three, Solana vows revenge for all they did to her family by making Abel's life a living nightmare. Abel Stravkos does not need a wife, but with his cold-hearted father handling the helm of affairs, he's helpless to object. His heart isn't tied to this strange, beautiful, vengeful woman who's been forced down his throat. But the line between love and hate is thin, and Solana's staunch disobedience to his orders fuels his need to control her in every way possible. Driven by revenge, and an undeniable passion sizzling just beneath the surface, it's only a matter of time before their attraction for each other becomes apparent, much to the dismay of his father as well as both internal and external forces trying to pull them apart. Will they ever rise above obstacles lodged in their paths and get their happily-ever-after?

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Abel - Earn It

I woke up the next morning at exactly five o'clock. For the first time in the last three weeks, I slept an eight-hour-long, deep fulfilling sleep. It was an achievement, considering my usual two-three hours stints. It was a cold morning, and I lay there clutching the blanket tight around my neck, keeping my eyes closed, and wishing I could sleep off again. Fewer hours to get through the damn day, if I could sleep them off. But it wasn't happening. Instead, I grew more irritated with my morning breath.

My cell phone beeped on the nightstand, startling me. I picked it up, double-tapping on the screen. It was a text from Andrew, and from the looks of the first few words visible, I could tell that he was still pissed about the meeting. I rolled my eyes as I unlocked my phone and deleted the message, without even reading it to the last word.