Flesh And Blood: His Dark Obsession

Chapter 4

Word Count: 691 | Released on: 10/06/2026

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ed like a cage of gilded iron on t

arette smoke, the sharp clinking of crystal glasse

y detail without incident, using

hide my outfit, and from the shadows ne

table, an anchor point i

ful Capos, a formidable fortress of

gly tight red dress, and she kept trying to l

zo looked bored, cold,

the gold microphon

he speakers. "We will now have a strict three-minute blackout for

antly went dark, plunging the opulen

trench coat slide from my sh

e black leather bunny outfit and s

uickly through the blinded crowd, then dropped to my knees and

he long, velvet tablecl

smelled intoxicatingly of Enz

gh the darkness unt

, and pressed my lush, bare chest directly aga

cted me i

d he let out a low, lethal growl that vibr

rabbed my arms, attempting to drag me out wit

inst the floor, refusing to m

tal of his designer belt, unbuckli

froze on

, the metallic rasp deafening in the

iletto heel and dragged my toes slo

and I felt his iron discipline co

, ragged gasps as his psycholog

ist, hauling me out from under the table and fo

is hard chest, and before I could speak,

sion, Enzo ravaged my mouth in a brutal, con

y mouth with a feral desperation that tast

d shoulders as I kissed h

down to grip my bare thighs, pulling

surrender to me, the yacht's massive crystal chandeliers in

very soldier, every rival underboss, turned to the Don's tabl

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Flesh And Blood: His Dark Obsession

ELEANOR HORTON Mafia

“I was just a lower-tier nobody when the Matriarch of the New York Famiglia offered me a dangerous deal: cure the ruthless Don Enzo's psychological trauma, and rise from the gutter. But Enzo's trauma was deadly. His two previous wives were rival assassins who hid micro-explosives in their breast implants. Now, he violently attacked any woman who came near him, terrified of surgically modified bodies. Just as I managed to break through his walls by proving my natural curves were entirely real, disaster struck. Camilla, a vicious mafia princess, burst into the Don's suite with corrupt doctors. "She is a fake silicone whore and an FBI rat!" She threw forged medical dossiers and deep-fake photos onto the table, rallying the entire syndicate to demand my immediate execution. Camilla even pulled out a surgical scalpel, shrieking that she would slice my chest open herself to prove I had wires hidden inside. I was surrounded by armed guards and hostile Capos, facing the terrifying prospect of the Don's lethal paranoia returning. Would he believe the digital lies and the syndicate's accusations over the warm truth his own hands had just verified? Instead of panicking, I calmly stepped forward and looked Camilla dead in the eye. I pulled down my collar to expose a fatal flaw in their deep-fake photos, revealing the permanent, dark bite mark the Don had just left on my bare skin. It was time to show them how a real Mafia Queen destroys her enemies.”