Marked by the Mafia King

he figure to s

ome," came a ver

o remember when. It's not the kind of voice you forge

to see the figure c

I have with you," my

ained

his pockets, "You don't ever speak i

ugh me, I swallowed as

ou expect me to be an obedient gi

and in a hot whisper he replied, "That is exactly what I want you to be, an obedient pet. If I tell you

ounce of air but failed miserably. I desperat

our slave," I managed to say

ared as he loosened his grip

e air as his hand

at the door and stood silently waiting for his command, the air s

p floor, the last room on the right. Lock

d like robots without questi

d and grabbed me from the sides. I twisted as t

alone!" I cried a

s I promise you!" I yelled a

without a word, his face

e angular jaw, the piercing eyes - it

hed for a glint of kindness but instead, I found

met his glare, his eyes were filled wi

the more distance we made, th

came face to face with a door and one of the b

e yanked to the back and were tied swiftly. The men dragged th

nt and untie me," I demand

a single glance flickered in my directi

my room; the next, I was trapped in the hands of a merciless cr

d. Well not that I care but he kidnapp

ept open revealing a beautiful blonde lady. She walked in an

des shower, spa, changing of your wardrobe and

ure there's another person in this

the figure she was talking to b

go back to the monster and tell him

ke that. He's Don Dominguez Rossi,

his brutal temper and the death of thousands of civilians, he's always on the news for

won't move an inch nor use his help. If he wants me

enough to carry his cold ass to my room, I waited for the servants to start draggin

hat's g

inhale, a sweet wooden cologne cros

egion, I looked down to see my nightgown had been opened showing a bit of cleavage, and I qu

his hands and I shrieked

his hand up in the air. The servan

rowled, his eyes lingering o

d kind but one that can be cut with a knife. Instead of moving his lip

s holding a gun. Is he gonna kill me? Anxiety chu

dient pet?" He roared pointing the

came in a short whisper, "I'm not your slave nor your pet. Where'

his eyes. "Reserve that ridicolo

ddenly in this equ

father k

kidnapped and kil

of sadness cross his eyes but w

ing about?" I aske

. Is. A. Spy," he grow

yes fell shut, my breath heavy. But just a