THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED (A dark, mafia romance)
I was sold and married off to a monster.
And on my wedding night... he tried to rape me.
But before he could, gunfire tore through the walls, blood spilled and screams filled the air.
And just like that... my husband was dead.
I thought it was over.
I was wrong. Because the men who killed him didn't save me.
They took and dragged me into a world darker than anything I had ever known and straight into the hands of a man far more dangerous.
Now I belong to him.....Bane Valak.
And in his world, there are only two choices, Obey... or Die.
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Chapter 4
I didn't know how long I had been there.
Hours? Days maybe?
It was really had to tell sometimes.
Time didn't exist in that cell. Only the cold and the silence between the mocking voices of the guards who made sure I could not escape.
Only the sound of my own breathing, uneven and weak.
I sat with my back against the wall, knees pulled to my chest, my fingers numb from the cold. My head throbbed. My body ached. Every part of me felt... used up.
Like there was nothing left to take.
And yet, I knew there was more coming.
There was always more to take from me.
The laughter outside had faded, replaced by quieter voices. Boots against concrete and hurried movement.
Something was happening outside.
Something urgent.
I lifted my head slowly, my heart picking up speed.
"GET UP!"
The voice came from outside the cell, it was sharp and commanding.
I didn't move fast enough.
The door slammed open and light flooded in, blinding me for a second. I flinched, raising a hand to shield my eyes.
"I SAID GET UP, GIRL!"
I forced myself to stand, legs trembling beneath me. My balance wavered, but I caught myself against the wall.
I wasn't going to fall again. Not in front of them.
Two men stood at the door. Armed and watching me carefully.
One of them stepped aside.
And that was when everything changed..... The moment that He walked in.
I didn't know who he was at first. But I felt it immediately.
There was an unmistakably shift in the air, the silence that followed him, the way the men straightened without being told.
This man, whoever he was, radiated power.
He walked slowly and inspected the cell, he didn't even look at me right away.
My breath caught when his eyes finally lifted to mine... I forgot how to breathe completely.
There was something utterly dark about his eyes. I can't explain it but I knew that it made my chest tighten.
He wasn't loud like the others. He looked controlled and in control of everyone and everything.
He looked at me like but said nothing. At least, not yet.
I swallowed hard, my throat was dry. My fingers curled into my dress.
I didn't speak. I didn't dare.
He took a step closer. Then another. I wanted to back away, but my body refused to move.
"Is this her?" he asked one of the armed men quietly.
His voice wasn't raised. It didn't need to be. It cut through the room anyway.
"Yes, boss," one of the men answered immediately.
Boss?
My stomach dropped. So this was him.
The one they were talking about. The one who would decide if I lived... or died.
His gaze didn't leave me. Not once. It moved over my face, my torn dress, the bruises already forming on my skin. Taking everything in.
I had never felt so exposed in my entire life.
I wondered how my father would feel if he could see me now. If he could see the mess that he had thrown me into without a second thought.
I lowered my eyes instinctively.
"Look at me."
The command was quiet but my head snapped up immediately.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
His eyes held mine again. And this time... something shifted in them. It wasn't softness.
It was something that I had seen in Raul's eyes as well.
Interest.
And that terrified me more than anything else.
He stepped even closer now, close enough that I could feel his presence fully.
Close enough that I could see the sharp line of his jaw, the calm in his expression, the complete lack of hesitation.
"What is your name?" he asked.
My lips parted. My voice came out small.
"A-Amaya."
"My name is Bane. Do you have a last name, Amaya?"
"Vancouver, S....sir"
I was never going to bring myself to answer Raul's last name.
Not like my father's last name was any better. He had sold me off after all.
He studied me again for a long second.
Then he leaned slightly to the side, motioning for one of the guards. He spoke to the guard low enough that only the man beside him could hear.
I couldn't make out the words.
But I saw the reaction.
The man beside him straightened instantly. "Yes, boss."
The man, Bane, I realized stepped back. His eyes stayed on me for one final second, then he turned and walked out of the cell.
Just like that, the heavy air of authority left with him even if it lingered a bit.
I staggered slightly, catching myself against the wall again. My legs felt weaker than before.
My heart raced in a way I couldn't control.
What... what just happened?
Why did he look at me like that?
Why didn't he say anything else?
"MOVE, GIRL."
The sharp voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
The man he had spoken to stepped forward, unlocking the chains on my wrists.
He was not gentle but he was not as rough on me as before either.
"GET HER UP," he ordered to the others. "NOW."
I flinched as hands grabbed my arms, pulling me upright.
"W-where are you taking me?" I asked, my voice trembling despite myself.
No answer.
"Please... just tell me please"
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH," one of them snapped.
I bit my lip immediately, swallowing the rest of my words as they dragged me out of the cell.
The corridor felt longer this time.
I stumbled as we walked, my legs still weak, my body still shaking.
"Stand properly," the man beside me said coldly. "You're going to get cleaned up"
My heart stopped. Somehow a clean up in the hands of these people did not sound like a good thing.
"Why?" I whispered.
This time, he answered.
A smirk tugged at his lips.
"Because the boss wants to see you."
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7.5
On the morning of our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, I found a cream-colored document tucked inside my husband's suit pocket.
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They had orchestrated the kidnapping of my baby, hiding him with the mistress while I spent half my life sedated and screaming in grief. Now, to keep his secret, Devonte was going to lock me in a psychiatric ward and bury me in debt.
I didn't understand how the man I loved could be such a monster. Why did he steal my child? What else was hidden in that confidential adoption file?
Pushed to the absolute brink, I refused to be his victim.
When his goons came to my temporary apartment to drag me away, I turned to the rugged union electrician who had just fixed my lights.
"If you need a husband to keep you out of a psych ward, I'll marry you," he said, offering himself as my legal shield.
I took his hand. It was time to tear my husband's perfect life apart.
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In a quest for revenge against my childhood bullies, I got locked into an unhappy marriage, with an untamed brother-in-law. Colt Fletcher, the morally-grey, rebel biker is ever excited by danger and prefers life on the edge. And from the moment he laid eyes on me, I became his forbidden want.
I should know better, to steer clear of deadly desires like these but when fate forces us to live under the same roof, share the same boardroom, and every accidental touch burns, my resolve begins to collapse.
But scandals don't stay buried, and my husband is the devil. The price of this betrayal is death. I must choose between my husband who owns my name, and his brother who owns my body.
7.1
For ten years, I disguised myself as my dead twin brother, fighting bloody mob wars to build the Falcone family's bootlegging empire.
When the war ended, I thought I could finally take off the men's suits and be Anya again.
Instead, my parents stole my victories to secure my father's power, demanding I disappear forever.
When I tried to expose the truth, my family dragged me into a soundproof basement.
My younger brother forced a metal funnel past my teeth and poured corrosive chemicals down my throat, dissolving my vocal cords into a blistered ruin.
They chained me to a freezing pier, whipped me bloody, and let the men I used to lead spit on me as a jealous traitor.
Then, under the guise of a family reconciliation dinner, my mother drugged my wine.
While I lay paralyzed but fully conscious on my bed, my brother took heavy iron pliers and crushed all ten of my fingers, bone by bone.
They wanted to ensure I could never hold a gun or write the truth again.
I had slaughtered for them, bled for them, and craved only their love.
In return, they pulverized my body and painted me as a hysterical madwoman just to keep the crown I had won for them.
The foolish girl who wanted a family died in that agonizing pain, leaving behind only a ghost.
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"I invoke the sacred code," I rasped through my chemically burned throat. "I demand a Vendetta."
7.9
"You are wet, Red. I can smell your juices already." He said. I wanted to deny it but I knew he was right. The sides of my thigh were already clammy. How could he tell from afar?
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"You'll do that when I get a release. I'll make sure to be fast about it," he replied. I stood rooted on the same spot without moving. I knew he was just being civil with me. It was only a matter of time before he dragged me to his side.
"Unless maybe you want me to call the others?" He asked but I could tell he was threatening me. Calling the others would end in me not getting any rest at all.
"No, please," I replied walking obediently to his side.
*****
Three men, one naive woman.
Ziyana never knew her life would turn in the most dramatic way. She enjoyed the life of a princess until life happened.
From being hated by her blood to suddenly being sold to a spoilt Mafia Lord. She thought she could navigate through it but there were two more brothers!
Ruthless. Domineering. Voracious.
The Niccolo Brothers' lives were full of danger and envy but these men never wanted her out of their sight.
Would Ziyana be able to cope in the midst or run for her life before she get used to them?
8.1
Trigger Warning: This book is extremely dark, containing themes of obsession, strong sexual content, abuse, and psychological manipulation. Read at your own risk.
"I'll delete the pictures depending on how obedient you are. You have to do everything I say. If I want you to become a dog, you get on your knees and bark. Do we have a deal?"
Pierce leans down to Malakai's height, his lips brushing the shell of his ear, close enough to taste his fear.
"You don't want her to know what a dirty little creep you are, do you?"
Malakai Kreston is the preacher's perfect son. Quiet. Obedient. The kind of boy no one looks at twice.
But Malakai has a filthy secret. And he'll do anything-anything-to keep it buried.
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Wealthy. Attractive. Pierce doesn't just want Malakai's secret. He wants Malakai. All of him. His fear. His obedience. His body. His mind.
Pierce wants to own it, and lock it away where no one else can ever touch it.
Kai has always been the hunter-watching from the shadows, obsessing in silence, taking what doesn't belong to him.
Now someone is hunting him.
And Pierce doesn't play fair. He plays dirty.
How far can you run when the devil already knows every dark corner of your soul?
In a game of predator and prey, the lines blur. The roles reverse. And the most dangerous thing isn't the boy who holds the blackmail-
It's the moment Malakai stops wanting to be free.