She's only mine.

Charpter 4 One more time.

Alex

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I want I wanted Diego to find her for me, the same way he finds betrayals in the company from outside the country, so it must be easy to find a girl. Deigo is smart, but I won't say he's smarter than me. "I don't have anything now, Lex," Deigo said, still mad. Considering his feelings wasn't in my plan tonight. Why is he mad? "Forget it, Deigo," I snapped. I want my wife, not to know why he's mad. I crushed the glass bottle I was holding, leaving me bleeding. "Deigo, can't you just be useful?" I shouted. "Can you stop being an arse?" he insulted me. I pushed him; how dare he insult me? But afterward, I regretted it. I'm not a big person to apologize. I'm the leader of The Romano family, so apologizing wasn't in me.I don't know why I punched his face.

Diego

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I wiped the blood from my mouth after the punch. I didn't know if it was my blood or his because he hit me with his bleeding hand. You want to know why I'm mad? Because I found the girl: Abigail Johnson, an 18-year-old girl from Carlas Street 120. My tracking skills are the best because I'm the best. I found her within 20 minutes of searching; it was pretty easy to find someone who wasn't hiding. But I can't believe this fool slept with a minor, a freaking minor. That won't look good anywhere. He's 30; can't he just be a little more mature? If Grandpa knew, I was definitely going to get killed for being unable to control him. How is a 25-year-old supposed to control a 30-year-old adult? "You slept with a minor, you old fool," I finally said, consumed with anger. If I didn't respect his mother, I was definitely going to leave him toothless. He was shocked; he didn't believe me. "What! My club doesn't welcome minors," he shouted. "Well, guess what, smartass? They did. The bouncers didn't check the IDs well; they used fake IDs to get into the club," I explained. He couldn't believe me. "Her name is Abigail Johnson, 18, from Carlas Street 120," I told him before dashing out of the CCTV footage room, leaving him in his thoughts. I should have stayed, maybe stopped his foolishness from going further, but I thought he was smarter than that, and I was wrong.

Abigail

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There was a knock on the door, and Dad wasn't here. I thought it was Riley because she often comes over if she's depressed. I woke up and ran towards the door, unlocking it. And there he was, my one-night stand, standing at my door. I wanted to grab a towel to protect my modesty. Don't call me a b***h; I was home alone because Dad sometimes comes home and goes back to work, returning the next day. I tried to close the door in his face, but he blocked it with his hands. His hands were huge, with prominent veins. He pushed himself inside, and despite my efforts to stop him, I failed. I was about to scream "help," but the strong man moved quickly to cover my mouth. "Shh, you don't want to wake up the neighbors, Aby," he said, giving me a nickname I didn't ask for. "It's actually Abigail. How did you find my home?" I asked, my fear escalating as soon as he left my mouth. I was scared, terrified. What if I screamed and he killed me? No, I had to follow his lead, and maybe he would leave, simple as that. His scent was intoxicating.

Alex

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I felt a pang in my heart seeing her so scared, tears in her eyes. I wasn't here to hurt her; I came to propose. But I couldn't tell her I found her details through my right-hand man, Diego, who works for the Mafioso clan. I just stared at her as we sat on the couch, and I covered her with a blanket. Though it seemed pointless since I had already seen everything that night. She looked pretty, and my lust awakened just seeing her scared. "Come close to me," I ordered, catching her off guard. She moved slowly, so I had to pull her closer, making her sit on my lap. She was trembling, and as I held her hand, soft and smooth, she asked breathlessly, "What do you want?" If she knew her breath like that awakened something in me, she wouldn't be doing it. "Good question, Aby. I want you," I said, holding her chin. Her small, pink lips called to mine, and despite her attempts to ignore it, I saw how she was affected. She tried to escape, but I held her still. It was torture, but it seemed like she enjoyed it. My Aby.

Abigail

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His disgusting member was rubbing against me, and I was getting wetter, hornier by the second. This perverted man. "I don't want you," I said, trying to ignore the arousal I was giving him. "What's your name?" I asked, trying to divert his attention from his erection. "My name is Alexei Romano," he said. I hated lying; his voice was hot, but I'm a master of self-control. "You need to leave before my father comes," I lied, though my father wasn't coming back soon. "That's great, I will wait for him," he said, not bothering to cover his arousal. My discharge was on his trousers; I was too wet, and I was only wearing a nightdress. This man is disgusting. I'm 18 years old, for law's sake.

Alex

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"Would you look at that, you woke up sleeping AK-47," I said, looking at the stain her discharge left on my trousers. She had the same effect on me, and when she looked at my erection, I said, "Get the f*ck out, Mr. Romano. When you see me, do you see a prostitute? Guess what? I'm not your prostitute or your s*x slave. You don't own me," she said, angrily. I chuckled. "What's funny, Mr. Romano?" she asked. Damn, she shouldn't call me Mr. Romano. I took her hand and pinned her to the wall with a loud sound. I started to lick her neck; it was salty but yummy. She resisted, calling me a "f*ck boy," but I couldn't let her talk to me like that. My lips met hers, and she resisted at first, but soon, her tongue entered my mouth, leaving me groaning. This girl was doing wonders to me. I gave her a few minutes to breathe before kissing her again.

Abigail

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His kisses were hard, but not painful. He used his teeth to bite my lips, damn. Why did he have so much control over me? We kissed, and we kissed while walking to my room. I directed him, and he kicked the door open, not bothering to be gentle. The rest was history; we did it again. This time, I couldn't blame alcohol. I wasn't counting rounds because he didn't stop; we made love until morning.

In the morning, my father arrived from work early, knocking on my door. Panic set in; I had to open the door. Alexei Romano was still sleeping. I woke him up and told him to be quiet and jump out the window.