Dinner With The Mafia

my head spun. When I tried to get on my feet, I collapsed

d the room I was in, and began to realize that I h

but my body felt heavier than before a

ed? Why did I feel like I was having the worst hangover ever? The bedsheets grabbed onto my body, and with great effort, I shifted beneath the

ng in a luxury cushion seat was Lorenzo, Don Canaan's second h

have you been t

y, naive, almost completely innocent yet sure that you know what you're doing. Of course y

. “What am I? Some kind o

are anything he want

weak and so did my spirit. How exactly could

ne and you were already as drunk as a wheelbarrow

mber the wine; Don Canaan had given me a glass to drink and when I rejec

memory started to clear. Why had I fallen asleep on his shoulder? I hated him. R

inued. “Just be a good girl, do what he says. Be his sla

d a bro

There's nothing you will lack ever agai

e he knows how to punish his enemies. So don't b

pockets. “There's a glass of cold water on the table. Drink it, wear so

turned around and wal

sorbing the weight of his words. I felt my heart start to beat heavil

was holding on to. My eyes caught the glass of water on the table and I hurried towards i

e. I knew it was honest advice, a survival guide to navigating this cunning web woven by the domineering Don Kane. But

ve

nice for Don Kane? I hadn't brought anything with me. What exactl

xpensive dresses were revealed before me. Different colors, different styles. It looked like heaven but felt like hel

t and straightforward. I was about to let him know that I wasn't going to be a whore or some kind of s

were m

he didn't reply, I slowly twisted th

ne?” I

ed the aura of masculine authority with the grand paintings and the r

ace nightgown adorning my slender form. I thought I looke

o… No. I put the thought away and started to leav

slightly ajar and red light poured into his room from it. Int

I looked, my eyes widened with

tie was loose on his neck and his hair was rugged. I bit my lip

eyes. He looked so magnificent with his hands stretched out on th

as putting on matching lingerie. I watched as he grabbed her by her throat

Kane was so dominant, so… strong. He grabbed her face and took her lips so

I almost gasped at how hard and fat it was. This woman, whoever she was

he wanted me

deep that I thought he had cummed inside her throat. But he hadn't, he grabbed

d again. Watching this made my mouth water for

weak. And just in that moment, Don Kane's e

ntelle,” I h

about getting you the

he repea

eyes were waiting for me. He got on his feet and

standing before him with my hands clas

s?” Shantelle cried. “Who

tell she wanted to say something, she didn't dare, and

door after her and

asked accusingly. “You left the door op

ricans always think everyt

n't denie

alized I was all alone with this spectacle of a man. I knew my spirit was going to say

” he said. “I want

ed. “I'm stayi

aps I will

!” I warned, tak

to fall for any of his charms right now. “Why are you still persistent?

ion! I don't want to be your fucktoy, your slave, your nurse or wha

lips and slowly took a step forward, t

ke the clothe

kept for every woman wh

rand new. I ordered my maids to g

ee, American. This should let you know how important y

never g

into mine, sucking softly on my tongue as I tried to wriggle

red in fear. “What?” he grinned. “You t

wiped my lips and tri

I have you sucking on my cock or

rage to defeat his blaring green gaze.

mile on his face. “We will see, Americ