Claimed by the mafia

"Shut your fvcking mouth close!!" Zach yelled out of anger. Madison had been frustrating him for the past few days and deep down it hurts him, it was an emotional frustration. "I thought you liked it wide open huh" she replied with a smirk and walked to his table. He felt his body twitch at her dirty words, she had known him too well. "I am remaining a Doctor!, Who do you think you are to tell me to quit my profession?!' she yelled out and he stood up from his table and walked to her while he was opening his suit jacket. " Wha-wha--" "I am your Daddy like you cried last night, and you are mine" he replied and crashed his lips on her before she could say anything. ***** Darly Madison, a well trained medical doctor and surgeon has been living a peaceful life until one day her best friend asked her to go with her to a night Party in one of the popular hotels in the city. There she had a one night stand with no other person but Zach Westley, a dominant and possessive Mafia boss. Now her world changes from being a surgeon to being claimed by the Mafia.

Chapters

Chapter 2

Madison POV

Evening came by so fast, I'm dressed up in a red knee length fitted gown that has a small slit by my right lap and a red heel shoe.

The car pulled to a halt and I walked down with Krystal. I stood before the building not knowing where I am.

“And where is this place Krystal?" I asked her immediately.

“Welcome to Golden lights Hotel and suit" she said with a grin on her face.

I squeezed my face at that crazy smile she had on.

“C'mon, let's go in..the fun isn't out here" she giggled and grabbed my hands before I could say a 'no' or a 'yes'.

Krystal pulled me into the hotel, there were flashing colored lights everywhere.

Bouncers by the entrance and even in,

Are they asking for invite or what?

One of them walked up to Krystal for which I don't know why.

She gave him a sexy smile off course and ran her hands up his hard chest.

Okay, she's tempting and I know.

Her body shape is more than enough for you to drool at.

I'm proud to have her as a Best friend.

Krystal to me is like a sister from another mother. We've known each other since high school and she has ever been loving.

“Welcome in sexy" he winked at her and turned to me.

I faked a smile at him then took steps walking into the main bar with Krystal.

The closer we got, the louder I heard I could hear this loud hip hop music play.

I bit my lower lip and walked in finally with Krystal..

What the??

Krystal has brought to a complete outrageous place.

“Isn't this beautiful? How does this place look?" She asked like she was reading my thoughts

“Damn girl, barbaric! It's completely atrocious” I replied and she laughed out.

"Must you exaggerate?" She rolled her eyes as I looked around and saw different women dressed half naked.

Half naked strippers giving men lap dance, and some pole dancing showing their big ass to the audience.

“This is not my place Krystal, I'd rather be studying f—” she interrupted my statement as she pulled me with her to the bar stand probably to get a drink.

" Trust me, you'd have fun” she winks at me then came back with a small glass of what I don't know.

She held the same glass in her hand and raised it up to me, " so let's cheers to the successful operation” she shrugged

" Yeah sure” I replied and then we clinged our glass together and heard this 'chan!' sound.

" Cheers!“ She exclaimed and emptied the whole content into her mouth.

I blinked rapidly at her and slowly sipped from my glass.

" Damn! What's this?“ I asked immediately as I stuck out my tongue and squeezed my face.

" Margarita…"

“Yikes, it tastes like Brandy, vodka and tequila all mixed together" I replied and she laughed out

“Damn.."

“Don't chicken out please" she sighed and then I emptied the rest of it's content into my mouth.

“Not that bad tho" I shrugged and a bright smile appeared on her face.

“That's it, that's what we are talking about" she exclaimed

“I bet this night is really gonna be fun" I smiled and Krystal walked away to get me another drink.

She walked back to me and handed my glass to me “let's go dance!"

With that being said, we went to the dance floor shaking our head like we used to do back then in highschool.

The music was playing really loud that I could hear the bass, Krystal and I kept dancing, dancing and dancing.

I had let the alcohol and the music get into my head.

Now I feel like a complete different person.

And this feeling is in ecstasy.

Zach Westley

The black Maserati GranTurismo pulled away before the hotel.

I've had enough already today and that's why I'm here with some of my men to chill out.

I walked down the car and made my way to the entrance, the bouncers around recognized me and made way for me to walk in.

“Lot of customers" Adrian said beside me with a side smile.

He had been my right hand man and my closet friend since childhood.

" There are more than a thousand way to make money this day, the money we will make from here tonight is not gonna bad, it can be used somehow somewhere” I replied.

" We are always making money from here, daily” he replied.

Yes, I own this hotel..

I walked in with my hands tucked into my pocket.

The moment I walked in, I made my way to the bar to get myself a drink.

The bar man came over immediately, he knows what I want “Here's your cold Brandy sir" he said and I took the glass into my hand to take a sip while I searched around with my eyes if I could see a lady…

“Anyone caught your attention yet?" Adrian asked as he sat beside me.

“Nope, not yet" I chuckled

Most of the ladies I could see just doesn't look like my taste.

They kinda look like brats..

“I suggest you call Melissa, she could do you so well” he suggested and I laughed

" Never, I don't want to get attached to Melissa” I replied

She's one of ladies I fvck, and that's making her get her hopes up that we'll get married someday and that will never work.

She really is hot, and annoying at the same time, difficult to understand things too.

" When we are talking about lady, Melissa isn't one..she is a b!tch” I replied

" Who else would you fvck that won't be?“ He replied with a side grin

" Whatever” I rolled my eyes

" I really don't want to handle little kids tonight, I've had a long hectic day” I grumbled as I clenched my fist.

"Yeah I know and Greg is responsible for it, we'll surely deal with that a*shole” Adrian replied and took a sip of his alcohol.

Greg had been my one time enemy, my rival.

He's a Russian Mafia that is always being a d!ckhead.

He would never mind his business but interfere with mine and that's what's pissing me off…

“I hope you have a good time tonight" Adrian said beside me and just then I saw a beautiful lady dancing with her friend I guess, she's dressed in a red gown that were revealing her beautiful body curves, she had this long blonde hair, beautiful smile that I fell for immediately.

I looked down at her fingers wondering if a lady as pretty as she is could be single,

Boom!

No wedding ring…

I wore a smile and was about to leave my seat until this sort of guy walked to her after her friend had left.

Was the guy trying to dance with her or what?

I felt angered immediately.

She had this irritated look on her face then shooed him away.

Nice one..

Madison POV

I found it irritating, this fat guy that smelled like what I don't know wanted to dance with me.

I couldn't imagine myself dancing with him so I sent him away.

Krystal had left me to get a drink, I'm waiting for her to come back.

Damn..

I don't think she will

She's standing elsewhere sucking the mouth of this stranger.

Eww.. Krystal.

I shook my head and continued dancing alone until my eyes met this guy, tall, light skinned and damn handsome.

Does this guy exist or I'm seeing things?

He looks really intimidating..

I don't need to be told…he looks wealthy and he's fvcking hot.

He made a wink and took walked further to me.

I let my hands fall down and my lips part slowly, I became speechless immediately he stood before me with his eyes staring intently into mine.

Right now I can't say anything, I feel senseless too.

And finally he spoke up, “Dancing alone huh sweetie?" He smiled and held my hands.

His palm is indeed soft, I stylishly rubbed my hands on his hands, his skin is also smooth.

“I've got a name, and I think I'm not" I replied

Zach Westley

She sarcastically replied and gave me a side smile.

“I lost my car keys, can I check your pants?" I asked her and her eyes went wide at my question.

She had this grin on her face as she slurs around her empty glass of alcohol.

“Who are you?" She asked as she took a step closer to me.

" Zach, I'm Zach Westley” I replied and she raised her brows at me

" I own the hotel sweetie” I replied

" It's Madison not sweetie, but you can call me anything you want” she replied as her hands ran down my chest.

“Your body is 70% water, and that makes me thirsty for you" I said as I wrapped my hands around her small tiny waist.

"Do you have a shovel? Because I'd be digging you" she said with a smirk

Damn.. she's got that vibes.

I felt my d!ck twitch at her words..I can't believe she's making me hard just with her words.

Continue to next part

Alina rejects Alpha Zach as her mate for the sake of her father but when she realizes she can't do without him, she hurries back into his arms, marrying him but things don't go as she hopes it would as Zach's feelings towards her changes. She ends up leaving the marriage at his behest. When Zach realizes Alina is carrying his child, he goes after her but this time things are different as he tries his best to have her back at all cost.

Mafia Romance Werewolf

7.1

Betrayed Heiress: Marrying The Ruthless Mafia Boss

7.1

After five years in a federal prison, framed by my stepmother and fiancé, I was finally released. Instead of a welcome home, my stepmother tossed me a one-way ticket to Geneva and a threat: renounce the family name and disappear, or end up in the Hudson River. When our limo was suddenly ambushed by military-grade SUVs on the highway, their cowardice almost got us killed. I took the wheel, crashed the attackers, and saved their lives. But the moment the danger passed, my stepmother tried to slap me, called me a psycho, and abandoned me on the desolate roadside. My ex-fiancé later cornered me in public, trying to assert his dominance by grabbing my arm. They still thought I was the broken girl they sent to a cage just so they could steal my dead mother's biochemical research. I didn't feel heartbreak, only a cold, absolute certainty. They threw me to the wolves, not realizing the federal penitentiary had burned away my capacity for mercy. I hacked into the dark web and found out Dante Meltoni, the most dangerous Mafia Don in New York, was tearing the city apart to find a legendary underground doctor. I am that doctor. I walked straight into his heavily guarded fortress, pulled out a syringe, and saved his dying grandfather. Then I looked the terrifying Don right in the eye. "Marry me. And let me use your empire to wipe my family off the map."

Billionaire Mafia Modern

9.7

BOUND TO MY MAFIA KING

9.7

Prostitution wasn't exactly the future Ariella pictured for herself. But a series of unfortunate events landed her in a brothel she couldn't escape. Until he came in. His name is Killian Morozcov. He moved liked he owned the world and planted bullets in the heads of men who looked at him the wrong way. He came into the brothel and left with her, and no matter how much she pleaded, he refused to tell her why. In Ariella's experience, she's learnt that you either stab someone in the back or they'll do it to you. Yet Killian showed her a side of humanity she'd never seen before and her defences fall, leading to a love that they both knew couldn't last. he was an heir to a Mafia kingdom, and she was a girl from a brothel with no familial backing. their love was doomed the moment Killian saved her. especially since he saved the wrong girl. he'd gone to the brothel thinking Ariella was his lost sister, Stella Morozcov. he'd been wrong and in the process of continuing his search for Stella he grew attracted to Ariella. so much that he felt that he couldn't breath without her. Their love is built on nothing but pain and deceit...skeletons rotting in their closets. They both have secrets that could tear them apart. But the past is a funny thing... no matter how much you run from it, it always guns you down in the end.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.6

BROKEN VOWS:- FALLING FOR MY MARRIAGE COUNSELOR

9.6

"This is wrong. You're supposed to help me fix my marriage" "And yet here you are, squirming under my hands like you're begging me to break it" "You're too close... I can't think straight when you're this close" "Then stop thinking. Just feel." He leans in, his breath brushing against my lips. "Tell me to stop Lillian-and I will. But if you don't, I'm going to kiss and claim your body like I've imagined a thousand times on that chair" *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* When Lillian Calloway walks into marriage counseling, she's desperate-not just to save her crumbling relationship with her emotionally distant husband, but to hold together the image of a perfect life. Then she meets Dr Ronan Carter. Calm, devastatingly handsome and far too familiar for her comfort. Each session unravels more than just the crack in her marriage-it exposes desires she's locked away for years. Ronan makes her feel alive. And when the professional lines begin to blur, Lillian finds herself stepping on the edge of something forbidden. He's her counselor. She's his client. Falling for each other will cost them everything. But what if the biggest lie was the marriage they were trying to save?

Mafia Modern Romance

7.3

Reborn From Ashes: The Mafia Bride's Revenge

7.3

I was the daughter of a loyal Mafia Capo, arranged to marry the Underboss of the Moretti family. But I gave my heart to his brother, Marco, who promised to break the betrothal and protect me. When I went into premature labor in a freezing, abandoned warehouse, Marco didn't come to save me. He sent my cousin, Caitlin. With a mocking smile, she told me Marco despised my "filthy Irish blood" and that my pregnancy was just a temporary amusement. Then, she pulled out a hunting knife. She pinned me down, sliced my abdomen open, and smothered my newborn baby right in front of my eyes. "He agreed that this inconvenience needs to be removed," she whispered. She revealed that she and Marco had orchestrated my father's murder to secure Mafia shipping routes. Then, she casually knocked over a kerosene lantern, locking the heavy metal door to let me and my dead child burn to ash. While they headed to a high-society gala to celebrate my "accidental" death and their new power, I lay in the roaring flames. As the fire blistered my skin and I held my baby's lifeless body, my suffocating despair froze into a razor-sharp rage. My entire life, my family, and my love had been built on their calculated lies. But they made one fatal mistake. I didn't die in that inferno. I dragged my ruined body out of the ashes, wrapped myself in a blood-soaked coat, and walked straight into their celebration banquet to become their goddamn reckoning.

Action Mafia Romance

7.7

Reborn: The Mafia Heiress They Abandoned

7.7

In my past life, the bullet chambered in the gun on the desk was less lethal than the indifference of the two men standing beside me. Dante and Matteo were supposed to be the future kings of Chicago, and I was their queen. But they threw it all away for Sofia—a liar with a pretty face and a fake sob story about a gambling father. They forced me into a gilded cage, making me serve Sofia like a maid while they played her saviors. They let me rot in isolation until I swallowed a bottle of pills just to escape the coldness of their neglect. They didn't even mourn me; they were too busy comforting the girl who would eventually destroy them. I died realizing that my loyalty was my fatal flaw. I had worshipped men who saw me as nothing more than an accessory, while they sacrificed their empire for a woman who played them for fools. But the universe has a sick sense of humor. It sent me back. Back to the day that sealed my fate. The Consigliere pushed the assignment papers toward us—the path to becoming Bosses. "We are not going," Dante said, looking at me with cold eyes. "Sofia needs us. She is fragile." In my past life, I begged them to stay. This time, I stepped forward and picked up the pen. "I will go," I said, signing my name in sharp black ink. "I don't need your protection anymore."

Billionaire Mafia Modern

Claimed by the mafia

Chapter 2

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