WARNING‼️ THIS IS NOT YOUR TYPICAL MAFIA ROMANCE BOOK. BEWARE OF MATURE CONTENTS.

PROLOGUE:

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"Ana. . ." he whispered, his smile dropping as he closed the distance between us. "I'm sor. . ."

My right hand met his cheek brutally, stopping all that he had to say. "How dare you?!" I hissed, landing another smack on the same spot. " How could you do this to me? " I raised my hand up again to place another one, but he caught my wrist before I could do so.

"Plan your next move very carefully," he spoke in a low tone, tightening his grip on my wrist, daring me to slap him again. Pain jolted from the area, forcing tears to sting at the corner of my eyes.

"Or what?" I scowled at him.

" You don't want to find out." He took a step closer, staring into my eyes. " And don't tempt me. "

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Anastasia Romanoff is a wise, strong willed girl with a good heart, but an unexpected circumstances leads her to people who tears her apart. What happens when she finds herself in the tent of Vito Escobar, a ruthless mafia leader and also her father's debtor?

However, things didn't turn out the way she expected. She is sexually tortured by the eldest sons of her master. But what happens when Pablo, the youngest of Vito's son returns from the military, who is not only intrigued but also smitten by her?

However, they begin to change each other, molding into something else. She does things she never dreamt of doing, and the rising tension between the two of them kills her inside.

But will she give into the sexy temptation walking around with an irresistible smirk that mushes her into a puddle? With the eldest sons after her body, will she be able to find refuge in the one she loves? Or will she remain as a slave to the Mafia household?

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The Godfather. . .

That’s what they call them.

I’ve heard a lot about the Sacilian Mafia mobsters, my dad always tell me about them like every night when I was a child.

He said they were the famous and most dangerous group of gangsters among the five families. They are even in charge of the clothes and foodstuffs which enters into store.

But being the little kid I was then, I always believed they were folktales created by one’s imagination. I keep wondering how possible it was for a human to slaughter his fellow human all for the sake of money and fame?

But then I came to realize that none of those were folktale stories as I thought, they were real. And it became my reality on the very day I lost my parents to one of the most famous mobsters in the United State.

One minute I was with them, and the next they are gone, covered in their own blood. I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t fight for them. The strength to scream was likewise gone, all I did was to stand and watch them stabbed to death.

I’ve never thought I’d for once in my life experience misery. No, I never prayed for such to happen. I always pray to God I will never see hell. Now I know not all prayers are answered. I can feel hell here on earth, right in the Escobar family.

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