Mafia's Forbidden Touch
Synopsis:
She thought she could forget him by morning. She was wrong.
Catherine Moretti wanted to escape her past.
As the daughter of a powerful mafia boss, her life was full of danger, lies, and control. So she ran, hoping to start over, far from the world she was born into.
But one reckless night turned her life upside down, just to find out later she's pregnant with the hot Italian stranger's baby, the one she spent the night with!
Now, she's pulled back into the mafia world, only this time, into Nico's.
She ran from one mafia king... and ended up in the arms of his enemy
However, Nico isn't the kind of man you walk away from.
And in his world, one night can turn into forever.
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Chapter 1
Catherine:
“We’re sorry, but miss Moretti, if you don’t pay the bill any time soon, I’m afraid we can no longer offer our services” The nurse said, a sad look on her face.
My mother had been laying on the same bed for a few weeks, the treatments took all the money that was left.
I nod, looking back at the nurse, “Just make sure my mother is fine, I’ll handle the bills” I answered her, glancing at my mom’s thin, weak body through the window.
“And please, don't allow anyone in…” I added, my eyes suddenly staring at the nurse’s surprised face.
“Well, there was this man…He said he’s a friend. He even left flowers” My eyes widened, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
“What? And you let him in?” My voice was suddenly loud, as I watched her pale face staring back at me in shock.
I took a closer step toward her, my jaw clenching as I continued to shoot her the same deadly glare.
“I apologize, it was a huge mistake…” The nurse looked down as she gulped nervously.
“Just make sure that won't happen again” I warned, and when she finally nodded her head I left, even though I'm still a bit terrified and scared to death.
I knew he'd come and visit, but I guess I didn't know it'd be so fast!
It's been two years since we last saw him, my father. After discovering his big secret, we decided to leave everything behind: our huge mansion,our jewelry, and the man who provided all that stuff.
I sighed, realizing that my feet were already leading me outside the hospital, not having any clue where I was going.
I dialed some of our relatives' numbers, even some of my mother’s friends, but none of them picked up. It was as if they never knew my mother, either that or they just quit knowing us after they heard she was sick and needed their help.
I sighed, wiping the tear that’d been struggling to fall, still wandering aimlessly down the street, but suddenly a red lightning sign blinded my sight, capturing my attention right away.
I looked up and narrowed my eyes, as if that red sign suddenly wasn’t something you could just ignore and walk away from. Like it was the sign, the solution to all of my problems.
The sign said “For Gentlemen Only”
I frowned, lost in my thoughts for a moment, a bad idea started to form in my head, and for an unknown reason, my lips mumbled the words:
“They say everything comes with a price”.
I then shook my head, there was no way in hell I was giving my body to some stranger and for what? For some money!
The conversation inside my head was suddenly interrupted by the presence of a tall strong muscular guy, who was wearing a black long coat.
My eyes darted to his sharp, well- defined chin. For some reason, I never dared to look up into his eyes. Maybe because, somehow, I was afraid to stare back at him. There was something about him, I could tell just from the shape of his chin, and the strength of his shoulders. The way he walked as if he already owned not just that street, but the whole city.
He stopped, still staring down at me, I could feel his burning gaze on me, just to realize a minute later I was blocking his way towards the house of pleasures.
I cleared my throat, stepping aside immediately. My face heated up all of a sudden when I glimpsed a playful smirk on the corner of his lips.
The tall guy suddenly passed by me, mumbling something I couldn’t catch.
The wealth was very clear on that guy, his clothes, his confidence, and the fancy black Mercedes that was parked a few centimeters away from him.
I sneaked a peek at the driver’s seat to see a driver already sitting behind the wheel, smoking a cigarette and scrolling on his phone, seeming all bored.
As I was about to leave my spot, a female voice stopped me in my tracks.
“You!” I froze for a moment, then looked towards a middle aged woman standing at the entrance.
“Me?” I ask, gulping nervously. The woman was wearing a lot of makeup, and don’t even let me start talking about her slutty outfit.
“Come here” Her order left me speechless as I blinked twice before finally walking hesitantly towards her.
“I have a great offer for you, are you interested?” she asked, her green wide eyes scanning me from head to toe, and it took a long time from me before finally realizing what she meant by that.
“N_No…I’m not” I shake my head, feeling disgusted. Her eyelashes were weighed down with mascara, and the strong smell of alcohol coming from her direction was repelling.
The disappointment on her face was really obvious as she stopped chewing the gum, giving me a cold serious glare.
“Are you sure? It’s a great offer” Her question made me realize that this is my chance, and I should just take it, but another voice kept beeping deep down, that what I was doing was wrong, and that I should just continue to walk away from this dirty place, and forget about this whole stupid idea.
My mom would be so disappointed, and mad at me. She had suffered a lot those past few years, and didn’t do that just so I would give myself to some stranger for some money in the end!
I shook my head unwillingly, shooting her one last deadly glare before finally turning around.
“He says everything comes with a price” She blurted, louder this time, grabbing my attention.
Wasn’t it the same thing I said moments ago?
I stood in my spot, speechless, and paralyzed. I wondered what she saw in me that made her so stubborn to let me go…
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9.5
"Don't touch me, you monsters!" I screamed, thrashing away from them but it was futile. I was like a little cotton ball they could crumple in their hands because I was pinned to the floor. Dante held my hands as if I was a broomstick and the other, Caius held my legs with just a simple hand without putting any effort. Cassian stood like the big brother he was, watching, giving the orders and Elias squatted before me.
God, how can one be good-looking and wicked at the same time.
He pulled my skirt upwards, used his fingers to rub my pussy which suddenly reacted to his touch and ripped the thong in one swift drag , brushing my delicate core purposely.
I begged, I cried, scared of what they're going to do to me but they were suddenly stones, concerned on what they wanted alone.
"Beat her pretty pink little pussy until she screams." Cassian ordered and I gasped, my heartbeat slamming against my ribs like a war drum.
No.
No, no, no.
"Like this?" He asked darkly, slapping my pussy hard, pain and tingles spread across my body and I screamed.
"Fuck, she's throbbing brother." Elias growled and Cassian nodded, his eyes fixed on my folds.
"Just like that Elias!" He growled, "beat her and show her what it means to defile our rules."
I was living a Peaceful Life until my mum got Married to Vampire King and I was stucked with my three Step brothers who showed me hell and desired me at the same time.
I had to run. These men were sick, they were truly cursed in the brains and needed help because how the hell am I trapped in this?
But where would I run to?
I was trapped.
And the worst part?
They were enjoying every second of it.
TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ [Contains clear explicit scenes, vulgar and degrading words, kinks and spicy scenes]
7.4
Four years ago, to protect the man I loved from losing his billionaire empire, I drugged his drink, told him I only used him for his money, and vanished.
Now, at a high-society gala, Callum Wyatt is back. He isn't just a CEO anymore; he's a ruthless predator, and the second his eyes lock onto me, I know I am his prey.
When my wealthy half-sister publicly humiliated me, calling me the cheap bastard child of a homewrecker, Callum stepped out of the shadows. He nearly snapped her wrist in half and declared to New York's elite that anyone who touched me would be dismantled.
In the back of his Maybach, he pinned my arms above my head, his eyes burning with psychotic obsession.
"If you run again, Aubrey, I will burn your entire world to the ground just to keep you."
My heart bled. I had spent four grueling years tearing myself apart to keep him out of my messy, blood-soaked revenge against the family that watched my mother die.
But his terrifying protection only made my biological father's family target me harder, using their massive capital to buy out my movie set and crush my acting career.
They thought I would cower.
But as I walked onto the soundstage, facing the heiress trying to steal my role, I took off my sunglasses. I wasn't running anymore; it was time to make them pay.
8.3
Bound by fate, Torn by desire, Forbidden by choice.
Rhyna, a healer omega, never asked for war, or to be taken prisoner. But when the feared Alpha, Conan, drags her into the heart of enemy territory, her world flips upside down.
He claims she is his Luna, destined by a bond she refuses to accept. She is determined to fight, to resist, to survive... but Conan's dominance, power, and the pull of their inexplicable bond test everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and herself.
In a world where packs clash and hearts are weapons, can a healer survive the Alpha's desires, and resist the pull of a mate she never wanted?
9.1
Waking up naked between two strangers wasn't part of Kiara's engagement celebration. Neither was being rejected by her fated mate, disowned by her family, and stabbed by her only sister.
Six years later, she's survived. Rebuilt. Moved on.
Then Chase Knight walks back into her life, and the mate bond that should've died? It's very much alive. He still makes her feel things she thought died years ago.
There's just one problem: he's engaged to Kylie and Kiara has a secret she'd rather die than let any one of them find out about.
And Chase? He's about to find out that the woman he rejected six years ago is the only one he's ever really wanted.
7.9
After growing up in an orphanage, Corrine thought marrying billionaire Cristofer Clarke would finally give her a loving family.
But her husband didn't care about her; he was busy hosting a late-night pool party with a Hollywood actress while she went into agonizing premature labor.
During her emergency C-section, Corrine nearly bled to death alone, and her newborn daughter was sent to the NICU fighting for her tiny life.
But nobody told Cristofer the truth about her suffering. A corrupt nanny easily framed Corrine as an unstable mother who starved his unborn heirs.
So he ruthlessly ordered his team to lock her in a psychiatric ward, while his aristocratic mother and sister stormed her ICU room, throwing a relinquishment contract onto her bleeding surgical wounds.
"We're actually doing you a favor, sweetie. Because honestly? Who knows who the father of those premature freaks really is."
After surviving hemorrhagic shock and watching her husband walk in to look at her with pure disgust, her last shred of hope completely shattered.
Sitting up with fresh blood soaking her torn stitches, Corrine ripped the contract to shreds and stared dead into his eyes.
"That's right. I'm just in it for the money. Get your checkbook ready, Cristofer. I'll see you in court."
9.2
I was sold to Damien Russo, the ruthless Don of Chicago, as collateral in a shipping route transaction. I was expected to be a silent, obedient bride in a cold, loveless marriage.
But the moment I stepped into the Russo estate, I realized my new family wanted to completely destroy me.
My mother-in-law, Eleonora, and her arrogant relatives immediately targeted me. They set traps in the solarium, mocked my late mother's heritage, and tried to force me into humiliating submission using their strict mafia traditions. They wanted to break my spirit so Damien would replace me with the bride they actually wanted—a purebred mafia princess. They expected me to cower in fear, isolated and helpless, while the whole family watched my public humiliation and waited for my downfall.
Did they really think I was just a fragile girl who would cry and run away? They completely underestimated the survival instincts of a woman who grew up in this bloody world. I learned long ago that tears are worthless.
"My rules are simple. Vendetta is a two-way street."
Instead of breaking, I smiled. I weaponized their own legendary ancestors and the sacred promise of an unborn heir to trap the Matriarch in her own rules, forcing her into a suffocating silence. If they wanted a war for the throne, I would gladly show them exactly why I am the undisputed Mafia Queen.