Protected By The Mafia Boss

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Summary

In a terrifying dash through dark alleys, Claire abruptly snatched by a black SUV. A man, both chilling and attractive, forces her inside. As they speed into the unknown, she's consumed by fear and bewilderment, having no clue why she's been taken. The man who abducted her isn't just anyone; he's the head of bodyguards for a powerful mafia boss. This mafia boss, unbeknownst to her, is her long-lost brother. He knows who she is and orchestrated her abduction so she could become a nanny, believing she's the only one he can truly trust amidst a brutal war with a rival mafia head. Now, Claire finds herself trapped in a perilous world, unaware that the man who captured her works for the very person determined to keep her safe.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
1
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

Chapter 1

I ran down dark alleys, my footsteps echoing behind me suddenly a black SUV lurched to a stop with a screeching sound, lurching violently in front of me. My heart was pounding like a racing dog. I looked toward the vehicle, and a suited man stepped out, his eyes, despite his attractive features, locked on mine with a scary look. There was no time to appreciate his looks; because i was gripped with fear.

"Get in," he commanded, his voice low and rough and in a way thick.

Without a second thought, I obeyed. It wasn't really a choice; my life felt more important to me than anything. He opened the door, and I slid inside, surprised by his mean, scary, yet undeniably attractive presence. He sped out of the alley, and as we drove into the unknown, he switched on the radio. A song with an incredibly odd title "Fat Juicy and Wet Pussy "blared through the speakers. Yeah it sounded like Bruno Mars I wasn't really sure because I didn't know the name, but it felt incredibly weird.

I instinctively reached for my phone, intending to Shazam the strange tune. My hand went to my pocket, where I remembered last keeping it, but it wasn't there. "Oh, I guess it must have dropped on the ground," I mumbled, my voice barely a whisper.

"What the actual fuck is the problem?" he demanded, with his face in a frown as he peeked at me in the backseat.

"Nothing," I replied, fear lacing my voice.

"It better be," he responded, his eyes returning to the road. But then again the song wasn't really my problem but "where is he taking me to ?" I was really nervous to know where .. " where are we actually going to ?" I asked while my voice break gripping in fear