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BOUND TO THE MAFIA LORD

TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains physical harm, torture, explicit contents including- Dark themes, erotic sex scenes, non consensual situations. And mature topics including trauma, loss. While this is a romance story, READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. - - - - - - - - - - - - "You're mine now," he breathed those words on my neck, his hands trailing down my body and stopping only to linger on my thighs. "I'm Axel Salvatore Rossi. And whatever I want- I get." * * * * * Bound to a man she barely knew, Olivia is confined to a world of games and organized crime. After her sister steals a priceless item, she's left to pay- with her existence being tied with the mafia lord, Axel. What starts as an unexpected encounter turns out to be something more. Passion ignites, past secrets are revealed, and an ex lover knocks at the door to interrupt a new beginning. Olivia must make a choice- play the game, or fight the players who play dirty...
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Chapter 3

AXEL SALVATORE ROSSI.

Olivia...

She was exactly the way Isabella had described- pretty, innocent and naive. Gullible too. And the fact that I had her in my custody without even trying hard felt amazing and fulfilling.

After breaking the omertà, Isabella had run off. But I was going to find her. And her sister was going to take all the pains Isabella was absent to receive.

"Ace." Viper called the moment I stepped into the "La Camera del Consiglio" [the council room], "I have news."

I walked to my chair, taking a seat abruptly while lighting fire to my cigarette, "Spill."

"Isabella found her way to La Mano Nera." I frowned, "I heard she tried to give him the item she stole."

My jaw tightened. What was she thinking? Going to my rival with a secret that could ruin me? Isabella had crossed all lines.

"Really?" I took a puff, narrowing my eyes as I thought of the perfect plan, "Where's she now?"

Viper brought out the map. Circling and trailing until it landed on a particular spot. "If we're calculating well, she should be here."

I darted my gaze, sat upright and grabbed the edges of the map. I stared at the name he had marked, "Sydney." 

"That means she's still with it." I thought she'd given it to a family member, maybe her sister, "Manda gli uomini a inseguire lei!" [Send the men to chase her!].

He nodded, standing up and giving signals to a few of the men who stood there. I took another puff, my annoyance growing. Isabella had broken my trust. And now she was going to face my wrath.

Viper returned to his seat after a few minutes of dishing out orders, packing up the map and handing it over to someone else. His eyes turned to me and I held his gaze. I saw the look in his eyes and knew exactly what he wanted to say next.

"How's your new baby? She's so endowed."

I huffed. "She's a bit fragile." My mind went back to her wrists, already red from the ropes she was being tied with. Although I clearly instructed Grant not to hurt her in any way. "I might break her."

Viper chuckled. "I love them that way." Fucking dickhead. He loved naive, slender and fragile women. "I can't wait for you to give her to me while you're done. Please don't suck out all her juices before she gets to me."

For some reasons, that annoyed me. I'd always given Viper women after having them. But this was different. It felt different. I had no intention of sharing Olivia with anyone.

I took another puff, blowing the smoke into the air slowly. "Lei è mia." [She's mine], "I'm not sharing this one."

Viper didn't say anything in disagreement. But I saw the flash of anger in his eyes. I couldn't care less. I was the boss, and I called the shots.

After a few minutes of silence, Viper finally spoke up. "Are you taking Fernanda to the party?"

"No."

"Then I'll take her." I heard the excitement in his voice, "Sophia needs to stay home with our daughter. I can't let them come with me now that they're being targeted."

I didn't say anything. Honest truth was, I wasn't even listening. My mind was a roller coaster of thoughts. And the fact that something that was supposed to be hidden was out there almost in the hands of my rivals was driving me insane.

"I'm taking Olivia to the party."

Viper shot me a look, his eyes widening with surprise. I could tell what he was thinking. He must have thought I was crazy.

"You can't do that, Ace."

I had reached the end of my cigarette. So I threw it down and lit another one.

"Why?"

"You can't just take anyone there." I understood what he was saying, but my mind was made up, "What if she's undercover for Isabella? What if she steals something again?"

I hadn't really thought of that. I pushed my body forward, giving Viper a side look. He was right. But, my mind still wasn't going to change.

"I want to show her a glimpse of the world she's gotten into." I drew a puff, "And what will happen if she dares to cross me. I'm going to use her sister and mother's existence to control her."

He relaxed in his chair, watching me keenly. "And you think that might work? Or even scare her not to snitch on you? Remember, Isabella had the same innocence the first time she came here."

I sighed, running a hand through my beards. "Isabella is trying to get back at me for what I did to her. She's always been fierce. But Olivia... She's different."

I knew it was too early to start differentiating between them, but- Isabella and Olivia were two opposite personalities.

Viper stared at me, his mouth slightly ajar. "Damn Ace. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you've been love struck."

I straightened my posture and countenance. Viper was quick to see through people, but I was too good at hiding my true feelings perfectly.

What I felt for Olivia wasn't love. It was anger. Revenge. Lust.

Anger, because Isabella had done me dirty, and tried to hide her sister away from my reach.

Revenge, because I was going to make her pay. For every single pain I'd suffered since her sister's betrayal.

Lust, because Olivia's body was tempting. And I knew deep down she was still untouched- Isabella had mentioned it and I believed after seeing her.

And tonight, I was going to have her, her body beneath mine. And I was going to thrust in and out of her while making sure she felt nothing but pain... rather than pleasure.

"Ace?" I hadn't heard him call me. I was too deep in my thoughts, imagining how I was going to take my little kitten.

I shifted in my seat, feeling my hand burn slightly. I had reached the end of my cigarette, again.

"Thinking about her?" I shot him a look, biting down my bottom lip.

"No."

"You're getting hard." I shifted my gaze to my pants. And damn... he was right even though I hated to admit.

"Can't wait to have her, I know. I looked forward to it too." I gave him another cold glare, and he quickly added, "Until you made it clear that you won't be sharing. I bet her pussy would taste amazing."

I gritted my teeth. He had no right to imagine what my girl would taste like. But hearing him say that made my cock grow, threatening to tear through my pants.

I needed her, right there. I couldn't hold it anymore. My legs pulled me up from my seat, and I found myself heading to the door without warning.

"Ace." Viper called after me, "Where are you off to? We haven't even concluded the dealings yet."

"That can wait." I responded without looking back, "But I can't."

I walked out, heading straight to the room I'd instructed Rosa to keep her. The door wasn't locked, but there was no sign of her when I entered. Until I heard voices inside the bathroom. Hers and Rosa's. And I heard laughter, her laughter. It sounded like soothing music to my ears.

I pushed the door open without warning. And my eyes met with hers. She sat in the bathtub, her upper body uncovered. I saw the fear in her eyes when she saw me, and the way she quickly tried to cover her breasts with both hands. I noticed the way she immediately stopped laughing and talking with Rosa. Her scared, unhappy gaze held my fierce eyes.

"Leave us, Rosa." I thundered, peeling off the sleeves off my skin, "Right now."

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