The Mafia Royalty Book 1: Mafia Games
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"Your entire body belongs to me. From your face to your boobs to that dripping cunt that Iām dying to have squeezing my cock. All of you belong to me.ā
Itās the year of wives and slaughter. In a world ruled by the mafia, women are kidnapped and forced to compete in deadly games to become wives. Catalinaās life takes a horrifying turn when sheās abducted during a walk in the park. Her captor? The mafia heir, determined to have her join his brutal family tradition. Trapped in a world of danger, guns, and male ego, Catalina must fight to surviveāand prove that she wonāt be just another casualty of the mafiaās ruthless game. Will she endure, or will the deadly games claim her life?
A Familiar Stranger
Book 1: Mafia Games
āMmm.ā Unintelligible sounds left my mouth as I twisted and turned in the satin sheets wrapped around my body. I moved my hand to cover my eyes as I squinted against the bright glare of the sun that shone through the high-arching windows in the room.
Alarm bells immediately rang in my mind. My body impulsively shot up, and I took in my surroundings with wide, terrified eyes.
I was in a large bedroom. Compared to my run-down fixer-upper of an apartment, this room screamed wealth. The bright sky peeking through the windows was a scene I was unused toāits light a beacon that highlighted the sleek wooden furniture and paintings hanging on the walls.
From the oversized bed hidden behind a canopy of curtains, I glimpsed the silhouette of a man. He was sitting in the corner of the room, his elbow on the armrest with his chin in his palm. I couldnāt see his face clearly, but I knew that he was currently staring at me.
My heart thudded.
Who is this man? What is going on?
I glanced at my body to see I was wearing a thin satin nightgown. I covered myself with the thick duvet and asked incredulously, āWhat the fuck? Did you undress me?ā
āYou didnāt hesitate.ā
Unease spiked my heart rate. āWhat?ā
āYou didnāt hesitate to pull the knife out,ā he clarified.
His words sparked a faint memory of the night before. After a brief phone call with my sister, Iād left the house for a late-night walk, only to be confronted by unknown men in suits. The area of the park Iād stood in was dark, with no light to warn me of their presence.
Despite whipping out the knife I always carried for safety, I had been overpowered and taken. Iād not gotten to see the faces of my kidnappers.
Back in the present, my body stiffened with fear, crippling me as I tried to remember to breathe. My only solace was the duvet wrapped around me, and so I clung to it until my knuckles turned white.
āWhat do you want from me?ā I tried to sound tough, but the tremor in my voice gave me away.
āI never saw that look in your eyes before,ā he mused, ignoring my question.
āWho are you?ā I demanded, my eyes scanning the room for the nearest exit. āWho undressed me?ā The more I asked, the stronger my voice became. My mind ran with many possibilities, but I couldnāt think of anyone whoād want to harm me.
Silence blanketed the room. He seemed to be deep in thought. I glanced around for any sharp objects or anything resembling a weapon that I could use to defend myself, but there was nothing.
Movement caught my eye, and I quickly scrambled on the bed as the man started to approach me. My back touched the headboard, and I used it to push myself onto my feet, securing the duvet around me as I stood on the mattress, prepared to jump down and run at any moment.
I placed my hand out in warning. āDonāt come any closer!ā
The man acted as if he couldnāt hear me and continued to move forward. He lifted the swaying curtains and slipped under to stare at me in amusement. A familiar pair of gray-blue eyes blinked at me, dousing me in a bucket of cold water.
My emotions ran amok. Shock, anger, confusion, and something else that I refused to acknowledge.
It had been a little over a year since our breakup, yet the man still made my heart flutter. His hair was slightly longer than the last time Iād seen him, and what was once a five-oāclock shadow was now a neatly trimmed beard.
If God had favorites, heād be one of them. He was still one of the most handsome men Iād ever met.
His lips curved deviously, painting a picture of mischief, despite the storm brewing behind his eyes. I could never read his eyes. It was what drew me to him, but it was also what drove us apart.
āItās been a while, amorina.ā My nickname rolled off his tongue with ease. It meant little love in Italian, and it brought back memories Iād spent the last year trying to forget.
āStefano.ā The weight of his gaze steadied my erratic heart, and all my fears somehow disappeared. āWhat have you done?ā
Heād never struck me as the type to randomly pluck a girl off the street. But then again, there wasnāt much I knew about the guy, despite us sharing a passionate history.
āWeāre at my house,ā he said.
His typical lack of explanation annoyed me. āI donāt give a fuck about your house! Why am I in it? You kidnapped me.ā
He ran a hand through his hair and blew out a heavy breath. āIt would appear so.ā
I stared at him, my eyes wide and my mouth twisting in anger. I couldnāt make heads or tails of the situation. Why had I been kidnapped?
He chuckled. āYouāre still as expressive as ever. Sit down. Iāll explain the situation to you.ā
He gestured to the edge of the bed, beckoning me. I eyed him and remained rooted to my spot, standing on the mattress and plastered against the wall. I crossed my arms and pulled the duvet tighter around me.
āDid you undress me?ā I asked.
āIs there something I havenāt seen before?ā
The question stumped me, and I opened my mouth to argue, only for him to continue.
āI didnāt undress you. You looked uncomfortable, so I asked one of my female guards to change you.ā
āGuards? Just who are you?ā
I looked him over again, noticing more changes. This was the first time I was seeing him in a suit, and he looked good in it. Authoritative, even. Was this the same man who would sit on my living room floor to eat because my table was wobbly?
He looked up at me, his hand outstretched. āCan you come down from there first? I wonāt hurt you.ā
I hesitated, tempted to decline.
āPlease.ā The word stopped the refusal on my tongue. His eyes compelled me forward, and I found my hand nestled in his as he helped me down from the bed.
I sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed and tugged my hand away when he made no move to let me go.
He sighed and sat down next to me. āI missed you.ā
I couldnāt help but snort. āSo you resorted to kidnapping.ā
He smiled. āQuite romantic, donāt you think?ā
I bit my lips to contain my smile, almost forgetting my situation. Heād kidnapped me, for fuckās sake. Just a few minutes ago, I was trembling in my boots, but now that I knew it was him, there was no need to fear. Heād always had this effect on me. In his presence, my anxiety melted away.
āSeriously, though. Why am I here?ā I asked, turning to look at him seriously.
āI want you to be my wifeāā
āNo.ā My answer was immediate. Joke or not. Iād been down this road. No more. My heart couldnāt take it again. āYou walked away from this relationship a long time ago, Stefano. Iāve moved on.ā
āHave you?ā he shot back, his eyes drilling into the side of my face. āCan you look me in the eye and say you donāt love me anymore?ā
I clenched the duvet in my hands and kept my eyes trained on my lap. I shook my head. āLove has nothing to do with this. Take me home.ā
āAmorāā
āFuck! What more do you want from me? Take me home!ā I snapped, turning my head to glare at him.
āI canāt.ā He shook his head firmly, the strong resolve in his eyes shaking my heart.
āWhat do you mean, you canāt? Do you think Iām afraid to call the cops or something?ā
āThat would be useless.ā
āWhy?ā I demanded. After all this time, why now? Why was he trying to come back into my life?
He stared at me seriously, his eyes scanning my face as if probing for something. The piercing look in his eyes unnerved me, and I shifted. āWhat is it?ā
āHave you ever heard of the Perez family?ā he asked.
My brow furrowed in confusion. āWho?ā
āThe Perez family.ā
āWho are they?ā
āSo, you donāt know.ā
āAbout what?ā
He shifted his sharp gaze away and stared ahead of us in thought. āThen what about the Roscotto family?ā
I paused, needing time to register his words. Once I did, my heart plummeted to the floor.
Who hadnāt heard of the Roscotto family? This city was run by them. The kings of the underworld. Everyone knew of them. Their family dated back generations.
Three mafia families ran this city, and the Roscotto family, thanks to their ruthlessness and hunger for power, was the strongest one.
Before my aunt had disappeared, she had a boyfriend who had deep ties to one of the families, though Iād never known which one.
Men in suits would regularly visit our home. My aunt would instruct me to remain out of sight whenever theyād stopped by. I would hide on the other side of the door, my ear pressed tight against it to try to hear what they said.
Most often, they would talk about money. Getting it. Moving it. Depositing it.
But there were other conversations. Darker conversations.
Guns.
Drugs.
Women.
Children.
Stefano bringing up the mafia family sent a shiver down my spine. I glanced around the lavish room, a sinking feeling settling in my chest.
I realized Iād never learned his surname. Iād never thought to ask.
Alarm bells rang in my head, and I hesitated before asking, āAre you?ā
He nodded curtly. āI am Stefano Roscotto. The current heir to the Roscotto family.ā
