BOUND TO THE MAFIA LORD

TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains physical harm, torture, explicit contents including- Dark themes, erotic sex scenes, non consensual situations. And mature topics including trauma, loss. While this is a romance story, READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. - - - - - - - - - - - - "You're mine now," he breathed those words on my neck, his hands trailing down my body and stopping only to linger on my thighs. "I'm Axel Salvatore Rossi. And whatever I want- I get." * * * * * Bound to a man she barely knew, Olivia is confined to a world of games and organized crime. After her sister steals a priceless item, she's left to pay- with her existence being tied with the mafia lord, Axel. What starts as an unexpected encounter turns out to be something more. Passion ignites, past secrets are revealed, and an ex lover knocks at the door to interrupt a new beginning. Olivia must make a choice- play the game, or fight the players who play dirty...

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Chapter 6

OLIVIA

"You need to eat something," Madam Rosa's voice urged me from outside, but I ignored her completely, sniffling my nostrils and crying my eyes out.

I'd locked myself in. I didn't want anything. Didn't want the food she was offering. Or the life I'd suddenly found myself living.

I needed my sister. My family. My old life.

My tears streamed down my face, falling harder than I'd ever imagined. Isabella had been taken away by that creepy, sturdy old man. And Axel? He'd slapped me in front of everyone. And it only grew my hatred for him.

"What's happening, Rosa?"

My heart pounded in my chest, and my eyes darted straight to the door. That was his voice. I stood up fearfully from the floor, my hands clamming as I struggled on what to do next.

"She's locked herself in there," Rosa replied in a concerned tone, her voice conveying the same fear that was growing within me. I could picture her face as she tried to explain. "I've tried to-''

A heavy knock on the room door drowned her words and cut her off completely. And the next thing I heard was...

"-Open the fucking door, Olivia!"

He screeched, his fists pounding heavily on the door with a threat to tear it down. I walked towards the door in fear, but then halted halfway through.

"Axel, please–"

"-Olivia!"

He cut her off... again. And by this time, I'd wiped off the tears on my face, and braced myself for the worst to happen.

He'd probably slap me again...

I walked slowly, counting my steps as I moved forward, halting right in front of the door. And then– it opened.

His foot scraped my right arm alongside the door knob. And the force he used sent me crashing to the floor. I fell flat on my buttocks, and a wince of pain exited my lips.

"How dare you?!" He growled at me. And I heard his heavy footsteps storming towards me. My lips quivered with shock as I turned my gaze away, averting it to my arm. He sounded scary. And I didn't want to see how his countenance was.

Madam Rosa rushed to me, and I heard her murmuring under her breath. She pulled me up slowly to sit, her hands tending to my bruised arm.

"Are you alright, Olivia?"

I heard Axel growl at her question. "Leave her alone."

"But–"

"-Leave us, Rosa!" He thundered with a harsh voice, making me swallow immediately with my head faced down.

Rosa got up reluctantly, her hands tapping my back gently to give me comfort. I quivered my lips and stared at her with pleading eyes, my whole body trembling at the thought of being left alone with him.

Immediately the door closed behind Rosa's figure, Axel moved towards me, his footsteps calculated. I shifted backwards, my left hand grabbing my other arm.

"How dare you have an attitude?"

I shuddered. And without any response.

"Look at me."

I shifted my gaze, resting it on his face. His eyes were narrowed, and his lips were formed into a thin line.

"I just fucking saved your life and you're acting like an ungrateful child?"

I swallowed... again. Saved my life? He was literally tearing everything apart, bit by bit.

I parted my lips quietly, trying to utter a word as I turned my eyes away from him. But no words could form.

"I hate it when I'm being ignored–"

"-I'm sorry," I didn't mean to interupt, but I couldn't hold it in any longer. "I- I didn't mean to offend you."

He smirked, and then I watched him get down slowly, squatting right in front of me. I saw the anger in his eyes slowly fading.

"Isabella set you up," I glanced at him with wide eyes, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "She deserves every punishment–"

"-Set me up?" The question rolled out of my lips. I couldn't understand anything. Why would my sister do such a thing?

He huffed, and then slowly scratched his beard. "You'll understand soon. But for now..." his hands began to unbutton his sleeves as he returned to his feet. "Get on the bed and please me."

My fear returned, intensifying in the moment. He wanted to have me, to own me, to break me and shatter my innocence.

And I wasn't ready.

I forced another lump down my throat, my breath turning heavy. "I–"

"-I traded my secret for your freedom," he tossed his shirt to a corner, revealing his muscular chest I'd seen earlier. "The least you can do is please me."

I heaved a deep sigh... and then took a heavy breath, shutting my eyes tightly. There was nothing I could do. Nothing or nobody could save me from this man.

I forced myself up, grunting out in pain my arm inflicted. Slowly, I tried to walk, but Axel reached for me, his hands touching my waist to hold firmly. And then... our eyes met, gazes locked, and lips slightly touched each other's.

"You're mine now, Kitty." I guess we were back to this. I could feel his hot breath on my face, making me tilt my head backwards. I didn't say anything in reply, couldn't even dare.

Without further delay, his hands swept me off my feet completely. My heart thumped in my chest, and I wondered how the night was going to end.

I felt a rush of excitement amid my fear. His touch sent waves of shock through my veins. It felt like something... I couldn't find the right word for it. But it felt right. And wrong at the same time. I'd never felt this way.

My back touching the bed jolted me out of my reverie, reminding me of what was about to happen. Axel took off his pants, and the bulge my eyes caught sight off terrified me.

"Undress yourself."

His tone was authoritative, yet sexy as hell. It was the way he said it... the voice... the look he gave me. Everything felt awkwardly good and I found myself stripping.

I sat upright. My hands gripped my tank top, and quietly, I pulled it over my head, revealing the black bra I had on. Axel watched me keenly– I saw his face. His eyes glared at me and the lingering lust in them was noticeable.

I couldn't believe I was undressing for a total stranger. A man I'd barely known for 24 hours.

His eyes signaled to the denim skirt i had on. "Take it off."

I reached for the little zipper at the side, my hands working on it. I sank my teeth into my lower lips, feeling the embarrassment and shyness that was eating me up deeply.

He reached for me, his hands holding my shoulders and pushing me to lay my back on the bed. I crashed onto the soft surface, my mind a juggle of unimaginable thoughts.

I felt his hands on my skin, his fingers lingering on my thighs. He peeled the skirt off my waist hastily, tossing it down to the marble floor.

"You're making me fucking hard."

His voice deepened, making me feel a throbbing sensation in between my legs. My chest heaved up and down with uncertainty, and fear– of course. I felt his fingers trail the edges of my lacy underwear, sending waves of pleasure through my whole body.

"You're going to do as I say," I closed my eyes shut as he uttered those words, already expecting them. "And you're not going to complain about anything. Not even when it hurts."

I swallowed for what felt like the third time, if it was any use to count. His words scared me, and at the same time, excited me. I felt the flesh in between my legs– it was moist. I knew I didn't pee myself. So, what was happening to me? Was it because of his touch?

I'd barely try to think of what was happening to my body, when I felt his fingers. They shifted my panties to a side, and then gently massaged my opening.

I suppressed a gasp, obviously relishing the feeling. His hands felt good– touching me in the right spot. I bit down my lips, trying to refrain myself from making a sound.

Until, I felt him slid a finger in... forcefully...

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For four years, Ember traced the bullet scar on Chace's chest, believing it proved his unwavering protection. Their anniversary gala was supposed to be the night he finally proposed, a symbol of their future. Instead, she stood frozen, watching him slide his mother's sapphire onto Karyn Warren's finger—the daughter of a rival family. His voice, amplified by the silent ballroom, declared, "Karyn is for power. Ember is for pleasure. Don't confuse the assets." Her heart incinerated. Publicly humiliated, she was ordered to remain his mistress, threatened with her dead mother's grave. Chace, confident her father's debts trapped her, forced her from their shared penthouse. He then used a fake "Help. Sick." text to lure Ember to a club, only to humiliate her further, calling her "loyal like a dog." Karyn ordered a soldier to "touch" Ember while Chace watched, indifferent. With no other choice, Ember drank a punishment cup containing wine she was severely allergic to. She collapsed, suffocating on the club floor, as Chace and Karyn watched, annoyed. Waking in a sterile hospital room, her throat raw, she faced Chace's cold relief and Karyn's dismissive cruelty. The betrayal was absolute, the injustice sickening. But moments before, in her despair, Ember had invoked a Blood Oath. She texted Keith Mosley, the ruthless Don, accepting his price for her father's debt: marriage. She would become his, and she was ready to pay.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.5

Apex Bloom

8.5

Apex Bloom This is the definitive "Rags to Riches" journey of a woman who was treated as disposable, only to return and conquer the most dangerous man in the underworld. Apex Bloom isn't just a title; it is Franco's survival game-a lethal, high-stakes gauntlet designed to chew up the weak and spit out the broken. Lolita wasn't supposed to survive it; she was supposed to be another casualty. Instead, she broke the game and took the man who created it. The Disposal Lolita begins as a woman discarded. Betrayed by her husband, Lyle, she is stripped of everything and thrown into the gutters of London. She is left with nothing but her wits in a world designed to erase her. Lyle didn't just leave her; he disposed of her like a spent asset, assuming she would quietly disappear. He was wrong. Entering the Game: Franco Rossi In the wreckage of her life, Lolita is forced into the Apex Bloom-the brutal survival game orchestrated by Franco Rossi. Franco is the underworld's apex predator, a man who believes in a world of absolute Darwinian ruthlessness. His game is designed to test the limits of human endurance, and he expects Lolita to be a pawn, a victim, or a fleeting distraction. Breaking the Architect Lolita doesn't just play Franco's game; she dismantles it. Using her brilliant mind and a newfound, weaponised confidence, she turns the Bloom into her own instrument of ascent. But her most calculated victory is over Franco himself. Through an intoxicating display of dominant power and erotic prowess, Lolita targets the man behind the machine. She doesn't just win; she breaks Franco's stoic, masculine code, forcing a full surrender of his will. She seduces the power away from the enforcer, turning the architect of the game into her most devoted subject. She proves that her dominance isn't just about force-it's about a total, soul-deep conquest that leaves the city's most dangerous man kneeling at her feet. The Rags to Riches Ascent The journey from a discarded wife to the Queen of the Apex Bloom is paved with the ruin of those who underestimated her. Lolita uses her sexuality and her intellect as twin blades, seizing the wealth and the territories of the men who thought they were players. By the time the dust settles, she has achieved unimaginable riches and undisputed authority, standing at the head of an empire built on the shattered remains of Franco's former life. The Final Sovereignty The book concludes with Lolita standing at the absolute summit. Her marriage to Franco in the Cotswolds is the ultimate victory lap-a coronation where the man who once ran the game now serves its new Queen. They are bound by blood and law, but it is Lolita who holds the reins. The story ends with The Syndicate, the global masters of the underworld, watching in shock. They thought they were dealing with another street-level syndicate; instead, they have found a woman who took the most lethal survival game in existence and made it her own.

Adventure Mafia Romance

8.7

GLACIER TRUCE

8.7

Meet Two different Families. They are the two most dangerous Mafias in the whole of Italy, across Sicily and to this day, no other clan stands a chance against them. First Family. Name: Cactus Clan Name: Nightshade Clan Godmother, Serena, the head of the clan. A woman who is feared even by powerful men. She's a definition of craziness. She's well know for being a crazy witch that nobody wants to mess with. Erica, 25 years old, the first daughter, another witch who took after their mother without any single difference in character. She is very obedient to the core as she follows whatever their mother says without bothering to think about it. She's a badass fighter and can't go a day without spilling blood. Venetta, 23 years old. Second daughter and the craziest girl you might ever encounter. You can never understand her mood. It fluctuates... one minute she's smiling, the next second she's something else...and the reason is she's a drug addict. She sniffs like her life depends on it. Jazzlyn, 21 years old. She has no single similarity to her other siblings. Not like she was hated but she wasn't loved like the others. She was not allowed to go to any mission because she wasn't trained and was regarded as weakling. Her offense was that she had a weak heart. She had never gotten things right. She has badly wanted to train, wanted to go to mission but it was basically her fault and nobody's that she wasn't good. She keeps on trying and still can't. She can't even handle a gun. She was always left out during missions. One crazy thing she enjoys doing is cutting herself. She loves making herself bleed. * Second Family. Name: Truce. Clan Name: Hades fruit Clan Godfather, Padrino. The only one who's not scared of Serena. Instead he's also feared by everyone and every other clan in Italy, except Serena's though. Renzo, First Son, 25 years old. A playboy, bully and a dangerous killer. Padrino trust him more than anyone in the world cos he does not believe in love. Ace, second son, 24 years old. He's a playboy also and a drug addict. He went schooling in the states and ended up making a transfer back to Italy. He's a nice person and at the same time cold. And then we have, Glacier. 24 years old. He is merely a tool. Crazy, right? The son of Padrino, a tool? He's the most hated one in the family and clan. Even though he's one of them. He was never trained, not even how to defend himself but surprisingly, he had his first kill at the age of ten. He gets beaten up even when Renzo and Ace makes the mistakes. He gets beaten like a thief and he was used to the countless and ugly bruises all over his body. He doesn't talk, always alone, a weirdo. Amidst all this, Glacier is a strikingly handsome young man. He is the very definition of what it means to be devoid of mercy. He has no heart....he has been taught never to smile, laugh or frown. His expression is always unreadable. No one can decrypt his thoughts. After his first kill at the age of ten which was a shock to Padrino, he started leading every mission and decides who will accompany him. Everyone knows better to avoid his wrath, except for Renzo, who never backs down, though he is no match for Glacier. * Everything is all about competition to both families. Both families are sworn enemies for reasons unknown and they succeeded in passing the hatred on and on to their children. In a single word, they are bloody enemies and there's even a rule guiding that. A Nightshade must not be seen getting intimate with an Hades fruit and vice versa. They shouldn't be seen talking or chitchatting. They should keep hating on each other. Now let's talk about the school they all attend... Acme University. The school popular slogan which was common among the students is if you can't beat the rich, melt away. Acme University is an institution where the sons and daughters of the wealthy and powerful Mafia families ruled the halls. This elite school was notorious for its lax academic standards And rampant bullying, where family connections and social hierarchy dictated the pecking order there. At the top of the food chain were the *Capi*, the heirs to the most powerful Mafia families[Hades fruit Clan and Nightshade Clan] Below the Capi were the *Sottocapi*, the children of mid-level Mafia families, who aspired to climb the ranks and gain favor with the Capi. The *Bourgeoisie*, the offspring of wealthy business families, often caught between loyalty to their families and the allure of Mafia power. At the bottom of the hierarchy were the *Plebeians* Let's stop here.... A war begins. But what happens when this war transforms into something unexpected, something forbidden? What dark secrets will be revealed? Curious to find out where the dark forbidden romance comes from. You can't miss this book for anything.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.3

Her Tormentor ( Sinfully his.)

7.3

Take her." " Aunt!" A horrified gasp followed. " Do you mean it ?" A deep gruffly voice questioned. His voice was dripping with malice and beneath his eyes he gazed at the girl figure mostly on her bra straps and her ass slightly shot out. What if the deal you made turned into an unimaginable mistake beyond your control?. Several deals can be made in life , but one can either change or ruin your life . . Ixora was sold as a commodity to loan shark. No she was replaced with the debts of her greedy and wicked Aunt , Clarice . She was sold as a toy. Not knowing whose master to serve . Ixora found herself in the most dangerous clan in Spain as a sex toy. A toy that warms it's master bed and satisfy its master primal urges. A toy the master discard however and whenever he likes. A toy with no say or doing. Mafia's are everywhere , dangerous and wealthy. They own everything. Money , wealth , power belongs to them. They were dreaded so much that normal peasants like Adrianna never wanted to come across with them.. But Ixora ended up as a sex toy in a devil harem . The most dangerous harem in the whole of Spain. How did she end up this way? . Why is fate so cruel to her. At the age of twenty she is being sold out as a sex toy and worse , on her birthday!!!! ~ Hades Kings , the most dangerous Mafia Don in Spain. The King of Mafia's heirs. He is ruthless than the devil himself. His jawline line sharp and well chiseled , his features irresistibly seductive. It can break every wall of your resistance and his dark gray eyes that carried so much power within them . Hades who we call DIABLO [ DEVIL] , A SADISTIC AND CRUEL PSYCHOPATH Hades King is the leader of Kings empire , Kings Villa , Kings airline , King's brewery, King's publishing house , King's foodies a popularly know global restaurant and various more companies you can imagine. He got wealth at his feet and power in his grasp. Women's flooded themselves around him shamelessly . The men looked unto him with envy. But Hades has a dark past. One that hadn't been noticed by anyone yet and he is not ready to share it with anyone. IN HIS WORLD, WHERE, : El amo es traición (LOVE IS TREASON~) El cariño es quinididad (AFFECTION IS INQUITY~) La devoción es mortal (DEVOTION IS DEADLY ~) Hades got entangled with all these .

Action Mafia Modern

9.2

Just A Placeholder: Dying For His Mistress

9.2

I stood on the tarmac clutching white magnolias, watching the man I loved hand his loyalty to the woman born to destroy me. Dante Cavallaro, the Ruthless Underboss, didn't just leave me for Sofia Moretti. He revealed that for two years, I wasn't his lover. I was a human shield. The heavy iron bangle he forced me to wear wasn't a gift for my protection. "It's a Malocchio anchor," he sneered as I lay paralyzed on the floor. "It drains the wearer's luck to keep Sofia healthy. You are just the filter." My body began to rot from the inside out, my nerves dying one by one. When I was finally on my deathbed, unable to move or speak, Dante didn't cry for me. He cried because his tool was broken. He forced the cursed bangle onto his own wrist, begging the universe to keep me alive so I could continue to suffer in Sofia's place. "Please," he sobbed into my sheets. "Don't leave me alone with the bad luck." I used my last breath to make a wish—not for him, but for my freedom. I closed my eyes and died. Exactly one hour later, Dante's phone rang. It was his father. "Sofia just collapsed," he said. "Her heart just stopped." I was the vessel. And now that I was gone, the poison had come home to the King.

Action Mafia Romance

8.7

Mafia's Forbidden Touch

8.7

Synopsis: She thought she could forget him by morning. She was wrong. Catherine Moretti wanted to escape her past. As the daughter of a powerful mafia boss, her life was full of danger, lies, and control. So she ran, hoping to start over, far from the world she was born into. But one reckless night turned her life upside down, just to find out later she's pregnant with the hot Italian stranger's baby, the one she spent the night with! Now, she's pulled back into the mafia world, only this time, into Nico's. She ran from one mafia king... and ended up in the arms of his enemy However, Nico isn't the kind of man you walk away from. And in his world, one night can turn into forever.

Action Mafia Modern

BOUND TO THE MAFIA LORD

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