The Mafia Don Desire

The Mafia Don Desire

Kenny Ohms

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Her life was turned upside down, and she struggled to grasp onto anything as everything around her changed in an instant. One moment, she was drowning in heartbreak, and the next, she was abducted by a man she didn't even know. Clara Matthews, a young assistant, had just uncovered the truth about her boyfriend's infidelity-caught in the act with her childhood best friend. While the betrayal of her boyfriend hurt deeply, seeing her best friend in his arms was a pain she couldn't bear. Devastated and unable to pull herself together, Clara thought nothing could be worse than the betrayal she had just endured. But that was before she met him. Damien "The Wolf" Russo, a heartless and calculating Mafia leader, was known for his ruthlessness. With a reputation that struck fear into the hearts of those who crossed him, he had no room for love or softness. Having witnessed the cruelty of his mother toward his father, he had sworn off trust and affection. He wasn't interested in a wife- only a woman who would fulfill an agreement. But fate had other plans when he crossed paths with Clara, the one woman who would make him question everything he believed about love.

The Mafia Don Desire Chapter 1 1

Clara's POV

Heartbreak didn't come with a warning. One moment, everything was fine, the next, my world was shattered. I stood frozen, my mind replaying the scene I had just witnessed-Ben, the man I thought I would marry, tangled in the sheets with my childhood best friend, Lily. Both of them looked up at me in shock as if I wasn't the one who had just been blindsided.

Ben's words swirled in the air like poison, "Clara, please, let me explain." But I couldn't hear him. Not anymore.

It had been years since I had given my heart to him, years since I had trusted him with every part of me. And yet, here I was, standing at the threshold of the apartment we had shared, watching the two people I loved betray me. Lily had always been my closest friend. I thought nothing could come between us. I was wrong.

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I fought them back. Crying wouldn't change anything. I turned away from them and fled the apartment, slamming the door behind me. The cold evening air hit my face like a slap, but it did nothing to numb the pain gnawing at my insides.

I didn't know where I was going. My legs carried me aimlessly down the street, past the crowded cafés and stores, the world moving around me as if everything was normal. But I wasn't normal anymore. The world as I had known it had crumbled in the span of seconds.

The stinging ache in my chest refused to go away. The betrayal had sunk deep into my bones. Ben's face flickered in my mind, his expression shifting from guilt to indifference. Lily's apologetic gaze had stung more than his, as if her betrayal was the most painful of them all.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts. I didn't need to look at it to know who it was. Ben had called three times already. I ignored it, stuffing the phone back into my bag. There was nothing he could say now.

My mind raced with a thousand questions. How long had this been going on? Had I been so blind to everything around me?

The bitter taste of anger burned my throat.

I didn't want to go back to the apartment, not with Ben there. Not with Lily there. It wasn't just the apartment that I couldn't bear. It was everything that had been built between us-those false promises of forever. Everything I had believed in was a lie.

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#### **Damien's POV**

I had been watching her for the last thirty minutes. She didn't know it yet, but Clara Matthews was about to become a part of my world.

The woman was beautiful, despite the veil of sadness that clung to her. I had seen her pass by the café a few times over the last week. She was often lost in thought, her eyes distant and heavy. Something about her intrigued me-her vulnerability, perhaps, or the quiet strength beneath it.

I had learned to read people's emotions quickly, a skill that came with the territory of my work. Clara's pain was written all over her face today, as she walked with a dazed, broken expression that made her stand out from the crowd.

I didn't care about her pain. What I cared about was her potential.

The door to my black sedan opened, and one of my men, Marco, slid into the driver's seat. "Boss, it's time," he muttered. I nodded, signaling for him to pull out. My eyes never left Clara.

This wasn't supposed to be personal. It was a business arrangement. I had no intention of getting involved emotionally with anyone, let alone a woman like her. But fate had a way of throwing unexpected obstacles in my path.

I didn't want her. Not in the way men usually wanted women. I had seen too much to believe in love. My mother's betrayal had made sure of that. But I needed a woman, and Clara Matthews was the perfect candidate for my plans.

The click of my phone brought me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and saw the name of one of my associates. "I'll deal with it later," I muttered under my breath, pressing the button to decline the call.

Clara turned a corner and stepped into an alleyway. I didn't wait for another second.

"Marco, follow her," I commanded.

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Clara's POV

I didn't know how long I had been walking when the feeling hit me. That cold, unsettling sensation that crawled up my spine. It wasn't the usual anxiety I felt when I was walking alone at night. No, this was something else-a presence I couldn't shake.

My eyes darted around, trying to pinpoint the source of the discomfort. The streets were relatively empty, but the shadow that moved just behind me made my heart race. I quickened my pace, my breath quickening with every step.

The alley up ahead seemed like the only option for escape. Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks, but something told me to keep moving. I ducked into the narrow passageway, hoping to lose whoever was following me.

Before I could make it to the end of the alley, a figure stepped out from the shadows, blocking my path.

I froze, my breath catching in my throat.

"Where do you think you're going?" The voice was low, commanding. A chill ran through me as I looked up to meet the eyes of the man who had appeared out of nowhere.

His presence was overpowering, dangerous even. His dark eyes studied me with cold indifference, yet there was something about him that made my pulse race. His tailored suit and expensive shoes spoke of wealth, power, and a life I had never known.

I took a step back, instinctively wanting to flee, but he was too fast. He grabbed my arm in a firm grip, pulling me closer.

"Let me go!" I hissed, struggling in his hold.

His grip tightened slightly, his expression unfazed. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said, his voice almost soothing. "But you're coming with me."

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Damien's POV

Her resistance was stronger than I expected, but it didn't matter. She was mine now.

I had been watching her, and this had to happen. The deal was already in motion, and no one crossed me. Not even Clara Matthews, who had no idea what was happening.

I didn't care that she was scared. She wasn't the first woman to be terrified of me. And she certainly wouldn't be the last.

Her eyes were wide with panic, but I could see something else there. A spark of defiance, maybe. It would make her interesting.

"Who are you?" she demanded, voice trembling.

I didn't answer right away, not because I didn't know what to say, but because I didn't need to. The question was irrelevant. She was mine now, and that was all that mattered.

The tightness in my chest, a strange feeling I hadn't recognized until now, wasn't something I was used to. But I brushed it off. Emotions had no place in this world.

The woman might be scared now, but she would understand. Eventually, she would understand that I had everything under control.

"Damien Russo," I finally said, the name carrying all the weight it was meant to. "And you're coming with me."

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“Her life was turned upside down, and she struggled to grasp onto anything as everything around her changed in an instant. One moment, she was drowning in heartbreak, and the next, she was abducted by a man she didn't even know. Clara Matthews, a young assistant, had just uncovered the truth about her boyfriend's infidelity-caught in the act with her childhood best friend. While the betrayal of her boyfriend hurt deeply, seeing her best friend in his arms was a pain she couldn't bear. Devastated and unable to pull herself together, Clara thought nothing could be worse than the betrayal she had just endured. But that was before she met him. Damien "The Wolf" Russo, a heartless and calculating Mafia leader, was known for his ruthlessness. With a reputation that struck fear into the hearts of those who crossed him, he had no room for love or softness. Having witnessed the cruelty of his mother toward his father, he had sworn off trust and affection. He wasn't interested in a wife- only a woman who would fulfill an agreement. But fate had other plans when he crossed paths with Clara, the one woman who would make him question everything he believed about love.”
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