The Mafia's Angel Ordeal.

t. The car parked near the entrance, just next to the circular driveway, where a majestic lion sta

ind that sank into your bones. It was the same compound they had brought me when they first kidnapped me-those m

back," he murmured beside me,

. The truth was, I wanted to be here with him

into his arms. "You know I love you, right?" he whispered, his

nsion in my chest loosen

doors, designed with ornate carvings, marked the frame, and the silence of the place was almost suffocating. As soon a

d, Andrew, appeared. The two men shook hands befor

her. We could've handled it," And

are on the line. I almost lost you. Give me the names of the men

l, I wish I could give you t

men? Then it hit me-this was power. In their world, killing a rival gan

stairs slowly, his presence commanding the room. Even the thought of looking directly at him made my knees feel weak. The men standing around the hall froze, their gazes locked on him. He he

ity on me after we had sex and show me a way out. But Andrew was smarter than that. He only gave me information in return for my body. A complete bastard,

last step on the stairs, walking to the center of the living room. He sat down, eyes boring into me, his disgust for me clear in his expression. Maybe he was angry about the raid and the goods he lost, or he was expecting pleasantries from me

thing hit me at once. I could barely keep myself from collapsing, his presence as suffocating as his father's. I struggled to compose myself, trying not to let the tears that threatened to spill over take control.

ght pass out, a familiar

isoo

n the doorway with the biggest smile on her face. Relief washed over

ll her. I'll be busy with business here, and I didn't want you alone i

eaned in to whisper, "Dave will drive you

om across the room interrupted the moment. Mr. Blade had frowned upon how we were wasting his time; him clearing his throa

ll and ran into her arms, hugging her tightly. She

tension easing away. "I don't even

here," she said, gesturing with her eyes toward the

st somewhere we can

h? I need a drin

ared out of the compoun

--

. After settling into our seats, we ordered drinks, and shortly they arrived. The alcohol burn

ased, her eyes glinting with mischief. I

"Give me something, pleas

is dick. That's the best p

ing despite myself. "It sca

yebrow, leaning i

tness. "You want to know about Dontrell's dick? N

enjoyed it," Doris giggled. "God, I envy you. I just hope when I fi

e men I meet in the club don't want to fully pay for me; they just rent me for a few weeks or months. Once they're don

rough this, Doris," I say, a

er I can fit them-mouth, cunt, nose, anywhere. Meanwhile, you're stuc

ig one," I respond,

," she chortled, but her words, "At least you made it out alive," h

nd screaming as men threw me in and slammed the doors shut. I could still see the fight-the desperate struggle of