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TAKEN BY THE RUTHLESS MAFIAN

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BLURB:"How can you force me into marriage with you against my wish?" my eyes were red and hurting from crying for hours now. With bitterness in my heart, I blurted "I hate you, with every fibre in me"."Well I do not care if you hate me," he said in a dangerously cold tone. "You are mine and there's nothing your stupid tears and hate can do". …..Abby was living the dream life she had always wanted. Falling in love, living happily, getting married at age 23. But everything takes a 360-degree turn when her wedding is disrupted by the hidden ruthless mafia lord and billionaire Antonio, whom her father sold her to 2 months before his death in order to settle his debt. Will she be able to live with the cold-blooded Antonio whom she utterly hates, or will she transform him into a man she can love and build a life with manoeuvring the hurdles that come with his love?

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CHAPTER 1
ABBY ROSSI “Is she still asleep Lucas?” I heard one of the gang members ask. “She seems calm and is no longer crying so I guess she should be asleep” the voice I recognized to be the leader of the gang replied. “What is my fate now?” I asked myself with tears flowing down my cheeks. My name is Abby, I’m a 23 years old orphan. I’ve somehow been able to pick up the pieces of my life and put them back together but just when I thought I was finally going to be happy, doom comes knocking. I will tell you what I mean. Today was supposed to br the happiest day of my life but it has turned out to be by far the worst I have experienced. There I was on the altar in my beautiful white wedding dress, beaming with smiles while I looked at the man I have decided to spend my forever with; Davis whom has been there for me and shown me care and love. I was about saying “I do” when the sound of gun shots were heard in the air. This made everyone take on their heels, leaving just me and and Davis laying on the floor at the mercy whoever it was shooting in the air. “Look up” a voice said with authority in it, I looked up to the image of a young handsome man, tall and well built. “a message was sent across to you two weeks ago, didn’t you receive it?”. That was when I remembered that Khris saw a letter in my mail box asking me not to go on with the marriage plans. But I felt it was a prank. With so much fear in my heart, I stammered my response “y-y-you sen-sent it?”. He shaked his head with a look of disappointment “yes I did, but you didn’t head to my warning. Anyways you have 2 options here, either you come with us gently or watch me kill your fiancé.” I was shaking at the options given to me, it either I go with them to a fate I do not know of or watch them kill Davis in front of me. I was already crying, with tears in my eyes I asked “ Who are you? And why do you want me?”. “We are representative from the great mafia lord Antonio, whom your father signed an unfulfilled deal with. Now are you coming with us or should I do otherwise”, I quickly rose up even with my trembling feet and walked out with them while Davis stayed there watching while he did nothing. I was dragged into a black van and in there they tied my hands together in front and along with my eyes covered properly that I do not get to see the light of the day. After my abduction I could hear few of the men raise cans of drinks which I presume to be alcohol rejoicing over a successful mission and boast about the wonderful bonus they are too receive once they get to Milan. “Wait what? Milan?” Please don’t tell me that I have to go as far as Milan just to meet my cold fate. I sobbed gently while I said to myself. I was dragged out roughly and put into an airplane, before taking off. While I sobbed quietly, all I could think of was a flash back on how my life has been; how lonely I’ve been after my parent died; how I miss them and want them to comfort me now. After what felt like forever we arrived and I was taken from the airplane to a van and finally we got to a house. I heard Lucas, the head of the gang speak to me “princess we are here” with that he lifted me up and took me into the entrance of the house. He removed my blindfold and untied me, “in here you will find Antonio, be strong.” Fear gripped me again, Why did he tell me to be strong? What am i to expect? I asked myself these questions, with tears flowing down my cheek. The door opened for me to go into the big mansion. I slowly walked in to find a man, sitting on a king like chair confidently. Immediately he saw me he stood up like a true mafia lord, his aura emitted power and this was so intimidating to me. He walked forward to me slowly, every step he took seemed cold and menacing; like I was his prey. He seemed to be about 6’5 tall, was so muscular that it seemed to be in struggle to revael itself to the world with the expensive Armani suit he was putting on. He had a jet black hair, a white glowing skin that shined so brightly along with his unique shining bright blue eyes. He stood tall like a handsome greek god, if I had met him a different place and situation I’ll definitely be drooling all over him. But in this case he is just a handsome doom. He took in time to take in my presence, then he let out a scary groan. “You must be Abby” The sound of his voice brought back to reality along side all the pains and heartbreak that I have faced in less than 12 hours at his order. “At the order of one man, my life was turned upside down in less than 12 hours, only power and money can do this”, I said to myself. I felt so little in the presence of this man and also so shattered, but I promised myself not to show how weak I could be to this man standing in front of me despite how intimidating and powerful he is. I’m going to try to defend myself no matter what. “How much debt does my father owe you”, I asked him despite the fact that I was shivering within me because I didn’t know the kind of response to expect. I didn’t know if I could bear whatever this question was going to bring as an outcome but it was necessary to ask anyways. He walked closer to where I was standing, and looked at me like he was trying to diagonise a disease on my face with his bare eyes, he grinned at me like a maniac; opened his mouth and closed it then opened it up again. He uttered words that made me heart beat faster than it already was. He said, “DO YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE THE OUTCOME OF YOUR QUESTION?” This question made my legs grow weak. Can I really handle it?

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