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The Mafia lord's Addiction

Name: The Mafia lord's Addiction
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Darklord

Mafia | Ongoing

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Veronica Jones thought she could handle the shadows, thought she could expose the truth behind her father's death without falling victim to the monsters who lurked there. But when her search leads her straight into the path of Archie Lodge the city's most feared mafia lord her plan unravels. Archie is as ruthless as he is possessive, a man who controls everything and everyone in his world. And once he sets his sights on Veronica, he'll stop at nothing to keep her close. Drawn to Archie against her better judgment, Veronica finds herself caught in a brutal game of power, seduction, and survival. What starts as hate burns into something darker, something she can't shake no matter how hard she tries. But Archie's world comes with secrets and a danger that doesn't forgive, and the deeper she falls, the harder it becomes to break free. With her heart in one hand and her freedom in the other, Veronica must decide face the fire and risk losing everything, or escape and leave the only man who's ever set her soul ablaze.

Modern Betrayal Love triangle Mafia Arrogant/Dominant

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Chapter 1 1

Rain pattered against the glass windows, heavy and unrelenting, as Veronica tried to catch her breath, fingers trembling around the pen she clutched. The dim light of her apartment flickered as if even it was uncertain about staying. She leaned back, eyes scanning the haphazard notes scattered over the table, each page etched with a single, ominous name: Archie Lodge.

The deeper she dug, the more the rumors and whispers hinted at something twisted, untouchable. Yet for every rumor, every name she scribbled down, there was a part of her that itched to know more-to push further, to unravel what the city kept buried.

Her phone buzzed. A blocked number.

"Hello?" Her voice sounded steady-she was surprised.

Silence. Then a low voice, smooth as velvet but edged in steel. "I assume you know who this is."

She sat up straighter, heart pounding. "I don't talk to anonymous callers."

The faintest chuckle. "Veronica Jones. You've been quite busy lately, haven't you?"

Her grip on the phone tightened, but she forced herself to stay calm. "I don't know what you mean."

"Oh, I think you do." The words were laced with something dark, dangerous. "You think my business is just a story, something you can expose in print, but I assure you, it's far more complicated than that."

Veronica swallowed, her fingers curling around the edge of the table. "If there's nothing to hide, then why call me?"

The silence stretched, and she wondered if she'd gone too far. Then he spoke, voice quieter but sharper. "I'm not a man who enjoys being provoked, Veronica. You'd be wise to remember that."

The line went dead, leaving her in silence with her own pounding heartbeat. She let out a shaky breath, but even as fear prickled down her spine, there was something else-a thrill she couldn't explain, the feeling that she'd just touched a live wire.

The next day, Veronica's footsteps echoed through the marble-floored hallway of the Ritz. She didn't know why she'd come-curiosity, or something dangerously close to pride. But she was here, and the towering doors before her were the only thing standing between her and New York's most powerful man.

A voice cut through her thoughts. "Ms. Jones." She looked up to find a tall man, suited, eyes unreadable. "He's ready for you."

She forced herself to nod, to keep her chin high, even as nerves clawed at her insides. Inside, the room was cast in shadow, the only light a sliver filtering through half-drawn blinds. And there he was, sitting in an armchair like a king on his throne, glass in hand.

"Veronica Jones," he drawled, voice smooth as ever, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes that hadn't been there before. Curiosity? Annoyance? Or maybe both.

"Mr. Lodge," she replied, voice steadier than she felt.

He gestured to the seat across from him. "Sit."

She hesitated, every instinct telling her to turn back, to run, but pride kept her rooted. She crossed the room, lowering herself into the chair, refusing to let him see her nerves.

"Brave of you to come here," he said, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "Or foolish."

"I don't scare easily," she shot back, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her.

"Oh, I can see that." He leaned forward, eyes glinting. "But you should know, Miss Jones-curiosity is a dangerous thing."

She lifted her chin. "Some things are worth the risk."

A slow smile spread across his face, one that held no warmth. "Is that so?"

He leaned back, studying her, and she couldn't shake the feeling that he was seeing through every layer of her defenses, dissecting her with a practiced eye.

"I know what you're after," he said finally, his tone smooth, almost mocking. "You think you'll find answers. That somewhere in this mess of yours, there's some noble truth waiting for you. But you're wrong, Miss Jones. All you'll find here is blood."

Veronica tightened her grip on the edge of her chair. "You don't scare me."

"Then you're more reckless than I thought." His voice dropped to a murmur, dark and edged with something like warning. "I didn't ask you here to toy with you. Walk away, and this... curiosity of yours can end here. Or keep going, and you'll find out exactly what it means to be under my watch."

She held his gaze, a flicker of defiance in her eyes. "I've read the stories about you. People disappear. Journalists get bought off or run out of town. You control this city because everyone's afraid of you. But you can't make me disappear, Archie. I'm not afraid of you."

The silence stretched, thick and tense. Then he laughed, low and bitter. "You should be." He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, his eyes dark and fixed on hers. "You think fear makes people weak, Veronica? No, fear makes people smart. Those who survive in my world aren't the brave ones. They're the ones who know when to be afraid."

She swallowed, willing her voice to stay steady. "And what about you? Do you know when to be afraid?"

"Fear isn't something I bother with." He stood, moving closer, a shadow of menace in his steps. "But it might interest you to know that I wasn't always the man you see in front of you. I know what it's like to lose, to hurt. Maybe we're not so different."

She raised an eyebrow, doubtful. "I don't see anything in common between us."

He chuckled, leaning down until his face was inches from hers. "Keep telling yourself that. But remember, when you dig into someone else's darkness, you end up dragging it back with you." He held her gaze, a dark promise flickering in his eyes. "And there's nothing darker than what I'm capable of."

There was something fierce and magnetic in his gaze, something that left her with a mix of dread and strange exhilaration. She swallowed, her voice a whisper. "You're trying to scare me again."

His eyes softened, almost mockingly. "I don't need to try." He leaned back, his tone shifting, calm but deadly. "Walk away, Veronica. The answers you're after will ruin you."

"No," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper, but firm. "I'm not leaving until I find the truth."

Archie's expression darkened, and for a heartbeat, he looked... almost impressed. "Then I won't stop you. But don't come running when you find yourself in over your head." He straightened, gesturing to the door. "Go. I'm giving you this chance. Don't waste it."

Veronica stood, every part of her screaming to turn around, to get out of there while she still could. But a small part of her, the part that had driven her here in the first place, resisted. She forced herself to hold his gaze one last time, a silent promise that she wasn't done, that this was far from over.

With a final nod, she turned and left the room, his gaze lingering on her back like a weight. As she reached the door, she couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between them, something she wasn't ready to name. But one thing was certain: she was walking straight into a fire-and she wasn't sure she wanted to stop.

Their gazes held, locked in a silent battle of wills. But as she sat there, heart hammering, she felt the weight of his presence, an intensity that seemed to pull her in, despite every instinct telling her to resist. And she wondered, fleetingly, if she was already too far in to turn back.

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