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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 · 现代言情
分數不夠
918 Chs

He Was In Deep shit

"All I told you was keep the rabbits out of here, but you do directly the opposite of..." Marcel trailed off when he saw his cousin Victor drinking early in the morning and he halted. 

Sure, Victor indulged a few times, but those few times were rare and the somber ambiance surrounding his dear cousin was suffocating. Having known his dear cousin since he was in diapers, Marcel knew instinctively that something was wrong. 

Without a word, Marcel dropped down beside him. Victor didn't speak to him even as he picked up the bottle of whiskey and poured himself a drink. Seeing there was another cup, even if Victor didn't say it, Marcel knew that he wanted company and that person was him. 

Throwing his head back, Marcel drank his alcohol and he dropped the glass and looked at his cousin, 

"What happened?" 

Victor halted for a moment before swinging down his drink. He lowered his head and then lifted his head, sniffing,