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Under Lock & Key

Mafia Story / With Regular Updates **Serious Assault, Strong Language, Mature and Dark Themes Throughout - 18+** Short Story Description: Jaxon Gray is New York's hottest businessman, gangster and mafia king. A terrifyingly harsh man that claims to be 'impossible to love' due to his dark nature, murderous choices and suffocating demeanour... That is, until he meets the sweetheart known as Faye Woods... The perfect victim to fulfil his selfish plans. Faye and her best-friend Michael, both were bullied throughout high school and were unfortunate enough to be left without parents. They struggle to make ends meet as they work in a run-down cafe - praying for something to go right for them for once... Jaxon lands himself in Fayes hold, quickly deciding that she would be the perfect target for his master plan... One altercation leads to another, as he decides to kidnap and threaten the innocent girl - which he claims is the only one right for the job - before he forces her fully into his hectic world filled with crime and darkness. Could someone so cold survive around someone so warm? Could a criminal actually love or be loved? Or will the monster hidden within be impossible to beat... read at your own risk to find out more! *********************************************

Beed910 · 现代言情
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31 Chs

Chapter 30

*****Faye's POV***** 

"Where the hell have you been?! I've been locked up all day on my own because Jaxon is in a pissy mood and nobody is available to babysit me!" I stand from my bed and scream, seeing Mike enter my room looking as guilty as ever. 

We had agreed to meet this morning for breakfast and a sunbathe and the bitch didn't even show up! 

His face looks flustered, as my eyes scan his appearance. 

"What the hell happened to you?!" I ask him next, as he gulps and waves me off. 

"I need a seat! Can we sit on the balcony? I need some air!" He fans himself dramatically, looking as though he is ready to pass out as I nod slowly and follow him towards the doors outside. 

We sit at the table and chairs, as I glance out to the unfamiliar surroundings - unlike the last house we were at - the gardens here weren't as stunning.