The Mafia Lord Lost Love

all these bruises that emerged from all the pressure Antonio would apply when he touched me. I squeeze my eyes shu

ed it

ry. I shivered as I clutch onto my body and fe

place for him to lay in and rest so I could visit every single day to tell him how much I miss him. Heck, I couldn't even let him go properly and it kills me every time because the last encounter I had with him was at lunch that day. That day, I told hi

going to be marrying the man of my dreams but when I saw him, I saw that I was marrying a monster. I was marrying a rapist and I would have to deal with him for the rest of my life, not my fathe

own that my father was a shít mafia leader and he needed a lot of help. In his eyes, Antonio was everything, a perfect so

ten minutes, I left the restroom. My heart dropped as I staggered into the room

He asked as he approached me before he c

Deste

fe was standing in front of me, who claims to be my father but doesn't really act like one. The

Mafia but doesn't really have the power to maintain the mafia he brags about here and then. Destefano is a name I always hear on

e, so use it." Destefano said as he rubbed his hand on my arm while he embraced

this man. I hate to admit it but although he was my father, I hated him so much. I

fine." I gulp before I pull

I glance up at him as I gulped again, "Your mother has something to say to you

at whatever mom has got to say to me, was not from herself but him

okay?" I ask

and placed his ha

the door. However, when he reached the door he stopped and then turned around again this speak to me. "Listen attenti

I hav

ly did not care what Destefano threatened m

side of the house. Each one of these halls had Antonio's men guarding them as they kept cautious of everything. Ever since Antonio had entered our home, his