Taming The Mafia's Lord Heart
Misty D · Completed · 125.9k Words
Introduction
Mariana Martinez is a college student whose life is turned upside down when she is kidnapped and sold into a Mafia ring. She refuses to give up and accepts the life before her, fighting and looking for ways to escape. But her defiance is cut short when it grabs the attention of Lorenzo. Mariana falls first, but Lorenzo falls harder.
Will Mariana be able to ignore her morals and love Lorenzo even with his dark side? And will Lorenzo have to sacrifice his empire for the woman he loves?
Chapter 1
The clock made a ticking sound as I went through the high stack of paperwork on my desk,a pen in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. I took a sip of the hot cup of black coffee, the bitter taste cutting through the stale air of my office.
The door suddenly swung open, dragging my attention from what I was focused on. I looked up and met the gaze of the one and only person who had the guts to barge into my office - Giovanni, my right-hand man.
"They're here." he announced
"I see you've implemented a new policy of no-knock entries." I asked, placing my coffee down and returning my attention back to my work
A smile formed on Giovanni's face. "Maybe I have." he shrugged and sat down on the couch by the window staring outside.
"So!" he clapped his hands trying to grab my attention, "Are you going to see the products or what?"
Putting my pen down, I look up at him and sigh, "Do I really have to?"
"Well, you don't have to . But I'm pretty sure you'd like to see this new batch." he said, a hint of a mischief in his smile.
I closed my eyes and sighed deeply. Normally I don't meet them until they've arrived at the club ,trained, broken and polished. But, I am a bit curious as to why Giovanni is excited, it wasn't like him at all. He hardly showed any form of emotions whatsoever.
He had a cool countenance. It was hard to ever guess what was going through his sick mind. Gruesome things like taking someone's life, torture was nothing but normal to him. Life in his eyes was nothing special and the reason why he hadn't taken his own wasn't out of fear but his refusal to be labeled as a coward. Suicide to him, is nothing but a flimsy way out.
Giovanni was, without a doubt, an antisocial and a sadist. You know that saying, "Birds of a feather flock together?" Well, in our case, it was more like "Birds of the same feather kill together," or something close to that.
I stood up, reached for my coffee mug and took the final sip letting the hot bitter liquid slide down my throat smoothly. I straightened the knot of my tie and slipped into my well-tailored suit jacket and casted an expectant glance toward Giovanni urging him to get up from the couch.
"Well, come on.We don't have all day." and with that said I walked out of the office.
"And then, I gouged his eyes out and stuck it down his throat, tied him up in chains and tossed him into a pool. Man, it was fucking satisfying, hearing the pain and terror on his voice was golden." Declan narrated with a malicious smile. "Do you remember Gio, you're the one who thought of tying him up in chains."
"Of course I remember,How could I forget?" Giovanni said with a smile. "It was one amazing moment, having someone's worthless life in your hands." he smiled sinisterly.
They both laughed after that. An ordinary person would be mortified if they knew these two but since I was not any better I Iet a cold smile grow on my face. It was a memory I remember quite well. The death of the Dark knights gang's leader, Leonardo. He let his power get to his head and actually thought he stood a chance against me but of course he didn't and I made sure he died the worst possible death ever. After killing his family right before his eyes, his eyes was gouged out, fed to him and he was tossed in a pool while being binded by chains. A perfect death indeed.
Drawing deeply from my cigarette, the smoke enveloping the car's interior, I thought about how far I had climbed. From a lowly gangster, a nobody to the ruthless Mafia lord commanding the most feared syndicate in New York City. Every level of law enforcement were all under me, and I had incriminating secrets that kept businessmen firmly under my thumb. I effectively ruled this entire city.
The path that led me to where I was now was far from clean. It was blood stained and dirty. I did unspeakable things, things that still kept me awake at night, that haunted me but would I do it all over again? Yes. I had come to accept my own darkness, keep my demons at bay and I was content to thrive within it. I lost my soul and conscience a long time ago and I knew there was nothing that could ever bring it back but it's something I had come to terms with.
Declan's voice disrupted my thoughts , his eyes fixed on me from the front seat. "We're here, boss."
I responded with a solemn nod, extinguishing the smoldering remains of my cigarette in the car's ashtray. As the last wisp of smoke cleared, I walked with Giovanni to the warehouse.
As I entered the warehouse, I was hit by a wave of damp, musty air. The space was dimly lit, with only a few sparse bulbs providing illumination. The walls were covered in peeling paint, and the concrete floor was stained and cracked. The smell of mold and mildew permeated the air, along with the faint scent of oil and grease. The place was silent, with only the sound of our footsteps echoing off the walls.
This warehouse, shrouded in its isolated outskirts, provided the ideal cloak for our activities. It was unknown to the cops and if maybe it was discovered, It can't be traced back to us. I followed Giovanni deeper into the warehouse, past piles of rusted machinery and stacks of dusty crates. The further we went, the darker it became, until we reached a door that was barely visible in the gloom. Giovanni reached for the handle and turned it, pushing the door open. Beyond the door was a room that was even darker than the rest of the warehouse, with only a faint glow coming from a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. I looked closely and noticed some dark figures on the floor
Giovanni's smug voice cut through the heavy silence. "Here they are," he said, pointing towards the bound figures sprawled on the ground.
I walked closer towards them, inspecting them one by one. They were young women, their hands bound behind their backs and mouths silenced by gags. They fell within the age range of 18 to 22, chosen solely for the pleasure of businessmen.
"They look good," I murmured, squatting down and running a cold hand over a brunette's trembling skin. She whimpered softly, tears dropping down her eyes. She averted her gaze in fear but I held her chin and forced her face towards mine. I could see the fear in her eyes and it did nothing but amuse me . A cruel smile grew on my face
"Do that again, and I'll pass you around until every one of my men have their way with you until you stop breathing." She stared back at me with so much fear and silently started crying again. It was bullshit; my men were strictly forbidden from such actions, but inserting fear in people was one of the few things that gave me joy. Besides, it kept them in check.
I stood up and walked towards the other side of the room signaling Giovanni to follow me. "Have them shipped to the club tonight. It might not—" My words were abruptly interrupted by a flash of fiery red hair heading towards the door.
I reached for Giovanni's glock and pulled out his gun and shot at the figure.
"Fuck!!" She screamed and fell on the floor just at the door's entrance. She rolled on the floor screaming in pain
"Shit!" Giovanni swore and hastened towards her. He roughly pulled her from the floor and dragged her towards me.
"Let me go!" She screamed in pain and defiance as Giovanni pinned her to the floor
"You fucking bitch," Giovanni hissed, raising his hand to strike her. He wanted to hit her again but I signaled for him to stop.
I squatted down and held her chin, forcing her to look me in the eye. Observing the defiance in the girl's emerald eyes, I aimed the gun unflinchingly at her forehead. She opened her eyes in shock and her sharp gasp of terror filled the air. I smiled and fired the gun.
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