"You belong to me now. No woman is allowed to caress your r*d aside from me!" She is the invincible queen of the underworld, the most dangerous Mafia Lord in the cartel kingdom. Selena Santa Cruz is the only woman who can make even the fearless men fall on their knees. Wanted by the force and underworld Lords, Selena fears nothing aside from her past. A past that she has been running from, a past she must put an end to. But when this dangerous Mafia queen crosses paths with an innocent and fragile student, everything changes. The untamable woman sees herself falling dangerously for this young boy whose origin is a mystery. "If I can't have him then no one will." Those were the deadly words of Selena Santa Cruz the moment she set her eyes on Tyrone Miller. Vowing to kill anyone to have him all to herself, will Selena be able to win against the thousands of men after her? How can she fight against her past when the one thing she has vowed to protect is strongly linked to it?
She wanted to get away from the dimly lit room, but the doors were locked, and there was no sign of a window on the rough wall. The air in her lungs was only sustained by the air conditioner in the room, which only had a bed and a few rags worn as clothes.
She was only twelve, without knowledge of how she got there or what will happen next.
The dirty-looking girl slumped down to the ground and buried her face in her palm, sobbing softly.
Soon a heavy footstep echoed outside the door, followed by a killing silence.
She raised her head and stared at the wooden door, filled with hope and anticipation.
To her relief, the door burst open, and a man walked in.
Her heart warmed up at the sight of a human being but when she peered closely at his face, the warmth disappeared and was replaced with fear.
There was a mask over his face, a mask that resurrected memories of what took place before she slumped down into unconsciousness.
She didn't know who the man was or what his face looked like but she was certain that he was no savior.
"Finally awake, little angel?" his hoarse voice filled the room, forcing her to cringe back in fear.
"Please, don't hurt me, please," she pleaded, clasping her hands together as tears burned her eyes.
He took a step closer, and she took a step back; they continued with that movement until her back hit the wall, putting an end to the hide-and-seek game.
"Come on, honey. I won't hurt you," he muttered when he stood face to face with her.
But the little girl knew it was all a lie. He wasn't a human, he wasn't an angel either.
The man leaned closer and ran his cold hand over her chubby pale face, sending shivers down her spine.
"But I will show you what it means to be a woman."
His chilly whisper echoed in her ear, making her heart shrink.
"No!" she screamed out and made to whisk away, but the man gripped her wrist, slammed her back to the wall, and pinned her hands above her head.
"No," she whimpered, hoping for a miracle.
A grip at her well-worn dress left her standing stark naked before him.
He smirked and pinched her yet-to-be-bloomed buds.
She gasped out as pain washed through her body. Her eyes dripped with tears, and her lips muttered words of mercy as he exploited her young, unripe body.
"You will grow to be an extremely beautiful woman, little angel. You don't have to worry, I will watch you grow into that."
Immediately, those words left his lips; he plunged her down to the bed, tore off her panties, and caused a horrified, painful scream to erupt from the little girl.
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Selena sprang up from bed, covered in sweat and cum. She gasped out and rubbed her forehead before narrowing her eyes around the dark room.
A hiss escaped from her lips when she noticed the man lying next to her on the bed.
She reached into her drawer and pulled out her revolver, then pinned the nozzle on the back of the man.
The cold metal against his skin caused him to steer. Without thinking, he knew what that was and he knew who would dare to point a gun at him.
"I didn't mean to fall asleep," he muttered in a sleepy tone and knocked the gun away before getting up from the bed.
His large dick dangled in between his legs as he pulled on his pants and slung his dark shirt over his body before picking up his pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
"You will always be the only woman to satisfy me, Selena," he grinned, getting a glare from her.
"Get out if you don't want to lose your balls," Selena growled in a voice that wiped off the smile on his face.
He snickered and lit a cigarette before trudging towards the door.
"Have you forgotten, Lorenzo?" Selena spoke up, making him crane his neck.
"How many boys do you need?" he asked.
Selena tilted her head, piercing him with her dark cold eyes.
"How many hours did we fuck?" She returned the question.
Lorenzo turned up his lips in disgust as anger darted across his dark orbs.
"That wasn't the deal!" he snapped, cautiously watching his tone.
"Are you in or out?" Selena muttered in a cold unbothered voice.
"But-"
"Are you in or out?" she cut him off, her gaze unwavering.
Lorenzo sighed in defeat and huffed.
"I will send the boys over to your base," he replied and walked out of the room.
Selena breathed in and got out of bed; she lit a cigarette and stared at her nude body in the full-length mirror, circling her swollen buds with her fingers.
She took a long drag at the cigarette and threw the rest of it into the trashcan before sauntering across the room to the bathroom, her bare ass quivered violently with each step she took.
She dropped into the bathtub and sighed as the cold water covered her body, washing off the dirt on her body.
She wasn't just the most feared female Mafia, she was the faceless queen of the underworld. She was the only woman who made lords fall at her feet, with or without her enchanting face.
Everyone knew her but not her origin. Even heirs of Mafia groups and families couldn't beat the Mafia Queen who had no trace of a Mafia family line. She was just a Mafia, a Mafia who started her world all alone.
The door creaked open and her most trusted employee walked in.
Gina wasn't just the head of the maids in her house; she was like a mother to Selena, the only one who accepted her without a doubt or question.
"Master Lorenzo Almitta just left, he seemed to be in a fit of rage," she muttered before picking up the body scrub.
A dark smile dangled on Selena's face when she heard Gina's words.
"He wouldn't dare disobey me, he has only an hour to avoid the consequences," Selena muttered and moaned out as Gina scrubbed her back.
"I doubt he will," Gina replied, chuckling lightly.
"Will you be going to the college today? The semester began yesterday," Gina asked, and Selena groaned, snapping her eyes open.
"I have lectures to handle today. Teaching sucks," she snickered and Gina smiled.
"I hope you find a reason to keep going. Besides, the children seem to like you a lot."
"You mean the boys?" Selena groused, narrowing her eyes in annoyance.
To the world, Selena Santa Cruz was just a college professor. Everyone outside the underworld knew Selena to be a grumpy yet intelligent professor. She was good at what she did and had received several awards to her name and career.
Having a high IQ was one thing, capturing the hearts of grown men and young boys was another.
Her body figure was so tempting that she received envy from female colleagues and shameless admiration from male colleagues.
Teaching was the façade she created, and that façade had remained the perfect camouflage for the several years she'd been in the underworld.
The telephone buzzed and Gina stopped scrubbing Selena's body.
She stood up and walked out of the bathroom.
After answering the phone, she returned with a smile of satisfaction on her face.
"Master Lorenzo sent eight boys to the base."
Selena smirked and took a drag of the cigarette in her hand, puffing out smoke that floated around her.
"I think I'm in the mood to go to the college now," she said in a sensual voice, grinning widely amidst the dark toxic smoke that surrounded her.
"I object to this marriage!" These words shattered Kaitlyn Peterson and threw her into an abyss that she couldn't escape from. To save her late father's reputation and business, Kaitlyn grants her stepmother her greatest heart desire to leave the man she loves for the ruthless Mafia Lord. Pledged to be his bride for 365 days, Kaitlyn seeks revenge on everyone who tore her apart from the man she is destined to spend the rest of her life with, and that includes her stepmother, stepsister, and of course, the Mafia Lord. But the question is; Will she survive him for 365 days? Will she be able to tame the ruthless king of the underworld? Can she destroy him and go back to the man she loves?
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