Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia Lord

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Introduction

Table Of Contents

Introduction

Mafia

It was never a normal thing to walk into the mafia pulling up a body. Still, Laurel witnessed what she should not have. He was the mafia, and she could run nowhere from him. 'Tell me love, are you set right now?" He asked and I screeched my teeth together. He was getting the better of me. 'No." I said firmly and his brow rose up automatically. 'Why then, can I see your liquid all over my fancy leather?" He stared at the couch I was seated on and my eyes almost bulged out of their socket. *** Laurel Marco was petite, the perfect lady to walk into a murder seen in the late nights of august. She knew doom was next to her when she gets dragged away by the hot but scary Mafia lord. Laurel is forced to live with Silas and must stop herself from falling for his hot, sinister smile.

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Chapter 1.
Chapter 2.
Chapter 3.
Chapter 4.
Chapter 5.
Chapter 6.
Chapter 7.
Chapter 8.
Chapter 9.
Chapter 10.
Chapter 11.
Chapter 12.
Chapter 13.
Chapter 14.
Chapter 15.
Chapter 16.
Chapter 17.
Chapter 18.
Chapter 19.
Chapter 20.
Chapter 21.
Chapter 22.
Chapter 23.
Chapter 24.
Chapter 25.
Chapter 26.
Chapter 27.
Chapter 28.
Chapter 29.
Chapter 30.
Chapter 31.
Chapter 32.
Chapter 33.
Chapter 34.
Chapter 35.
Chapter 36.
Chapter 37.
Chapter 38.
Chapter 39.
Chapter 40.
Chapter 41.
Chapter 42.
Chapter 43.
Chapter 44.
Chapter 45.
Chapter 46.
Chapter 47.
Chapter 48.
Chapter 49.
Chapter 50.
Chapter 51.
Chapter 52.
Chapter 53.
Chapter 54.
Chapter 55.
Chapter 56.
Chapter 57.
Chapter 58.
Chapter 59.
Chapter 60.
Chapter 61.
Chapter 62.
Chapter 63.
Chapter 64.
Chapter 65.
Chapter 66.
Chapter 67.
Chapter 68.
Chapter 69.
Chapter 70.
Chapter 71.
Chapter 72.
Chapter 73.
Chapter 74.
Chapter 75.
Chapter 76.
Chapter 77.
Chapter 78.
Chapter 79.
Chapter 80.
Chapter 81.
Chapter 82.
Chapter 83.
Chapter 84.
Chapter 85.
Chapter 86.
Chapter 87.
Chapter 88.
Chapter 89.
Chapter 90.
Chapter 91.
Chapter 92.
Chapter 93.
Chapter 94.
Chapter 95.
Chapter 96.
Chapter 97.
Chapter 98.
Chapter 99.
Chapter 100.
Chapter 101.
Chapter 102.
Chapter 103.
Chapter 104.
Chapter 105.
Chapter 106.
Chapter 107.
Chapter 108.
Chapter 109.
Chapter 110.
Chapter 111.
Chapter 112.
Chapter 113.
Chapter 114.
Chapter 115.
Chapter 116.
Chapter 117.
Chapter 118.
Chapter 119.
Chapter 120.
Chapter 121.
Chapter 122.
Chapter 123.
Chapter 124.
Chapter 125.
Chapter 126.
Chapter 127.
Chapter 128.
Chapter 129.
Chapter 130.
Chapter 131.
Chapter 132.
Chapter 133.
Chapter 134.
Chapter 135.
Chapter 136.
Chapter 137.
Chapter 138.
Chapter 139.
Chapter 140.
Chapter 141.
Chapter 142.
Chapter 143.
Chapter 144.
Chapter 145.
Chapter 146.
Chapter 147.
Chapter 148.
Chapter 149.
Chapter 150.
Chapter 151.
Chapter 152.
Chapter 153.
Chapter 154.
Chapter 155.
Chapter 156.
Chapter 157.
Chapter 158.
Chapter 159.
Chapter 160.
Chapter 161.
Chapter 162.
Chapter 163.
Chapter 164.
Chapter 165.
Chapter 166.
Chapter 167.
Chapter 168.
Chapter 169.
Chapter 170.
Chapter 171.
Chapter 172.
Chapter 173.
Chapter 174.
Chapter 175.
Chapter 176.
Chapter 177.
Chapter 178.
Chapter 179.
Chapter 180.
Chapter 181.
Chapter 182.
Chapter 183.
Chapter 184.
Chapter 185.
Chapter 186.
Chapter 187.
Chapter 188.
Chapter 189.
Chapter 190.

Chapter 1.

"Laurel...I have told you times without numbers that I can't make it to thanksgiving. Give me some credit. I work my ass out here every day. I don't exactly play around." Laurel Marco rolled her eyes as she made her way out of her apartment. She listened carefully, only to sigh when her sister harshly explained why she wouldn't make it to thanksgiving. It was the same excuse over and over again. It was so unlike her to argue with her sister. "I understand." Laurel whispered in an assuring tone. "But, how about you make it in time for the New Year's celebration? Don't say no this time around!" It became quiet suddenly and Laurel wondered if she had stretched her luck once again. "Antonia, are you still there?" Laurel whispered, sparing a quick glance over her wrist watch. The wrist-watch she would soon put into her bag. You can never trust the streets or the people walking in it either! "I am sorry for the break in transmission. Are you just going home?" Antonia, Laurel's big sister who had chased her dreams of becoming a scientist and made a name for herself, asked over the phone. Her tone was harsh. Laurel shook her head as a shiver ran through her spine. Must be the cold, She thought and scanned the deserted street with her beady eyes. The perks of working in a club...Yay! Laurel celebrated sarcastically, deciding to ignore her sister's question. She wasn't surprised to hear Antonia's disapproving tone. Was anything she did right? "I taught you better than this Laurel. How could you go against my orders? I chose to come here because of you, yet you disobey me!" Laurel zoned out. It was during one of these rare calls that she zoned out. She admitted not being able to look for a better job but, she won't listen to her sister talk low and dirty of her while seated on a high throne. She has to do something. Fast. "Cluck, Cluck, cluck, Antonia? I can't hear you..." She coughed into the phone. That was so fake... Laurel herself could feel the annoyance coupled with disappointment laced in her high pitched tone. She hoped Antonia felt it too. With that thought, she pressed the hang up button, feeling relieved after hearing the familiar hang-up beep. By the time she looked up from her screen, she was at the club. The name Bounce was boldly and beautifully written in cursive handwriting on a board. It was stationed for all eyes to see at the top of the roof. Laurel smiled as she saw the little multicolored lights come on. It was why she had chosen to work at the club, knowing she could spend all night staring at those lights which made her dizzy, but blended well with the night. Even from a distance, you could see those welcoming lights. Call her cheesy, it is what it is. Suddenly there was a black out. Puzzled, Laurel wondered about the few times she came into the club only to find it locked from the inside. Usually, there were no lights. She knew what to do. It seems today wasn't going to be an exception. She swiped her phone screen and checked the last message she received from her co-worker. Matteo. 'Laurel darling, could you help me with my shift? I am feeling a little dizzy. Thank you!" She could practically hear Matteo's high pitched voice, whispering ‘darling' into her ears. She placed her phone into her bag and made her way into the club. There was a path into the club no one knew except for close workers. It was such a good thing that Laurel had a locker of her own. It was where she kept her bags, away from the hungry wolves that pretended to ask her for a date and ended up stripping her of her golden properties. The tiny hall which contained 5 lockers and iron chairs attached to the floor was eerily quiet. It was the way she liked it. Unlike busy days when she couldn't even trust anyone and had to look over her shoulders every two seconds. Laurel knew she was being overdramatic but blamed that on the fact that she has been alone most parts of her life and a 25 year old lady, living alone in the streets of New York was like handing a piece of yam to a goat. She was the yam. Ever ripe and ready to be gobbled up by the men in the streets of New York. Getting to her locker, she rummaged for her keys from the little Versace bag she had gotten as a birthday present from Matteo. As soon as she turned the key into the locker, she heard a loud noise coming from the main-dance arena. It was what they called where the VIP's pay to have fun. Laurel froze. 'What was that?" She noticed that not only was the Tiny Hall dark, it was also void of humans. It was very unusual. Laurel had been so caught up in her thoughts that she failed to grasp the condition of her environment. She had used her memory to find her locker in the dark! With that realization and trembling fingers, she picked up her emergency touch from the locker. The touch light casted it's blinding lights around the Tiny Hall. What had Laurel expected to find? There was nothing but utter silence. Eventually, the lights blinked on and Laurel inhaled sharply. It was satisfying to see those bright lights once again. "I am being paranoid over nothing," Laurel whispered to herself while wearing her work apron and closing her locker. She placed her keys into the right pocket of her apron. Time for work! She nodded to herself as if to convince herself that working in Bounce club was great. She just wasn't expecting to find the feet of what looked like a man peeking from the corner. She froze.

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