The Mafia And His Obsession Pdf

[Daria]

Kais mother was a drug addict. Although Kai's mother was not abusive, she did abuse drugs. It had become so severe that CPS was called, and they ended up taking Kai to a new home with both my parents and me.

The main difference between Kai and me is that Kai is extremely intelligent. He went to Harvard and earned so many degrees that I lost count. On the other hand, I could never With all of my fucking problems, I could never go to school. But that wasn't the main reason I became a mafia; my family tree is mafioso.

Some random bastards came to our mansion and were trying to rob us because we were rich and powerful. I was young at that time, so I didn't know what was happening. Kai was also with us. We were both extremely young.

We had to spend a long time telling the citizens that the king and queen had been assassinated. We couldn't tell them straight away as it was too soon, and as their son, I had to mourn their death alongside Kai, and I didn't want the citizens to mourn with us as well. It wasn't the same after we told the citizens about them.

"I know, but..." she began, but I interrupted her because I didn't want to hear any more excuses from her. "You already knew what had been said. So don't try to change my mind right now," I said as I walked into the closet.

"Please get her out of here," I spoke as they nodded. They snatched her and dragged her out of my room while she screamed and kicked. I rolled my eyes, "so fucking immature," I murmured as I closed my door.

I always do my routine of having to get up, taking showers, changing, and having to eat. To put things into context, I don't work in a facility with other lawyers; instead, I work downstairs in my lounge.

Souline Marie is one of the best assistants I've ever had. I consider myself extremely blessed to have found her. Souline shows up at my place early to work, replies to important calls, schedules appointments, and makes decent bargains. Not to mention her culinary abilities.

Aside from Souline, she's a fantastic best friend. Even if you don't need her, she will be there for you. That's what I admire about her. She's full of surprises, and you discover new aspects of her each day.

I went downstairs to prepare my breakfast. My door opened, and I looked to see who was there. Souline. "Hey, mama!" exclaimed Souline as she approached me and pecked my cheeks. "How are you, Soul?" I asked her as she sat down and placed her belongings on the chair.

"I'm fine; how about you?" Souline asked. "I'm fine. I'm just getting started on breakfast here. Do you want something?" I asked. "Sit down, girl, and let me do the cooking," Souline said as she pushed me away from the stove. "But," I began, but she cut me off. "No, go start your work!" said Souline, motioning me to the desk. "I'll make something quick; just start," Souline said once more.

I quickly grabbed my phone from the tabletop. "Thank you for contacting Mercedes Central; my name is Alliana Mercedes; how may I assist you?" I asked the caller a question. "Hello, I'd like to schedule an appointment with you," the caller said. I took out my planner and looked for a free date.

"I appreciate your calling. "I have a free date on October 3rd," I say as I mark it. "That sounds good." "What time?" asked the caller. I checked the time. "I can do it at any time, though I recommend early in the morning," I said.

"That sounds great! "May I kindly get your email in case anything comes up?" asked the caller. "Of course, my email is AllianaM...@gmail.com," I replied. "Alright, got it. I'll send you an email soon. "Thank you so much," the caller said. "You're welcome," I say as I hang up.

Souline approached me and sat down on the chair. "Who was it?" she inquired. "It was someone requesting an appointment," I explained. "Nice," Souline said, "the food should be ready in about fifteen minutes." I nodded and rearranged my desk. After fourteen minutes, Souline hands me a plate with three pancakes and some orange juice. My mouth wetted, and I began eating quickly. "Slow down; you don't want hiccups, especially when we have a client," Souline advised.

I nodded, knowing she was correct, but these pancakes were just too fucking delicious. I finished in seven minutes and cleaned up. I drank the orange juice slowly and waited for it to metabolize. I stretched and dashed to the kitchen to put away my plate. I returned to my desk and quickly sanitized everything was just too fucking delicious.

I finished in seven minutes and cleaned up. I drank the orange juice slowly and waited for it to metabolize. I stretched and dashed to the kitchen to put away my plate. I returned to my desk and quickly sanitized everything. I brushed myself off and waited for the client. I took out the documents and paperwork because I needed to finish this meeting and get paid.

Souline hurriedly opened the door and welcomed our client. "Hello," the client said as he stepped in. "Hello! "Ms. Mercedes will be assisting you shortly," Souline said as she led the client to where I was. I stood up and smiled.

Massimo Domenico Sovrano is arrogant, mean, full of swagger, and oh so hot. As one of the most feared gangsters in Italy, he can have any woman he sets his sight on. But for some reason he wants me. The chemistry between us is off the charts. So I sleep with him on our very first meeting. Only, he breaks my heart. Which is why I lie to him. I tell him I am in love with someone else. I turn my back on him and decide to focus on my fledgling career as an actress. Now he's back in my life. Only problem? He's engaged to my sister.

Michael Byron Domenico Sovrano. Lord of the underworld. Master of all the criminal masterminds who ever crawled the underbelly of Sicily's notorious mafia company. Who just happens to be hot and snarly, and with a demanding manner, gulp! My father owed him, so he took me as payment. He gets what he wants, and I am his new obsession. To take. To break. As if I'll let him. He's out to destroy me, but I'll go toe-to-toe with him every step of the way. I'll do everything to make him fall for me. Until he springs the ultimate surprise.

Sinclair Amadeus Sterling, a.k.a. Mr. Superior Jackass with a God complex. Who also happens to be my blackmailer...gulp. Tall, dark, gazillionaire growly pants. The first time I met him, I kneed him in his very well endowed balls - don't ask! He had that tightly leashed, controlling air and a smoldering glare that made me damp in seconds. The only thing that sucks worse than his attitude is his (lack of) sense of humor! Honest. Sadly, he's also the one who could save my business from going bust. Hell!

Michael Byron Domenico Sovrano. The Capo of Sicily's notorious Mafia company. My father owed him, so he took me to repay the debt and married me to further his own ambitions. I hate him; I am determined to resist him. But what happens when I begin to fall for my new husband?

He came into my life like a raging storm. The man I despised. The killer with no conscience. I fell as hard as a woman like me can fall. When he bleeds, I feel his pain. When we kiss, I taste his tragedy. When he kills, my heart is stained with all the colors of his vengeance.

Of two things I'm certain: When something sounds too good to be true, it is; and when Alexius Del Rossa makes you a deal, you run far away and never look back. Me? I didn't run. I stayed. I opened that envelope, and I accepted his offer. Why? Because my life was a mess and on a downward spiral to a big, fat nothing. And he just offered me everything in exchange for six months of my life. It was supposed to be a simple arrangement, but I learned the hard way that nothing is simple when it comes to Alexius.

What would you do if you walked in on your husband cheating? I'll tell you what I did: Ran out the door with nothing but the clothes on my back. A month later, I'm broke, jobless, almost homeless. But then, while filling in as a waitress at a fancy restaurant, I trip and land in the lap of a gorgeous stranger.

On my 18th birthday, my father, the senator, gives me the gift he thinks every little girl dreams of. The man of my dreams, and the wedding to match. Stefan Zoric is heir to an elite worldwide modeling agency. Practically a prince. My arrangement is simple, as far as sham marriages go. I give him my virginity, behave as the perfect wife, and he'll pay for the college degree my father found irrelevant. But I don't want to be the perfect wife. I want him to want me the way I want him.

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