Owned – Dellucci Mafia Duet Read Online Clarissa Wild

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 72480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
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“What are you planning to do?” I ask as he straightens his back and bites through the pain.

We came to rescue Marcello and Claudio, not to defeat the Irish and Polish Mafia all in the same day. But from the looks of it, Marcello has already made up his mind.

“I’m going to finish what I started,” he replies, and he’s off before I can say a word.

I’m about to follow him when suddenly Stefan blocks my way. Marcello is already on his way to the stairs and doesn’t even notice as I face this lumbering giant of a Polish, grinning devil.

“Hello, sweet cheeks,” he says. “Miss me?”

He gets closer and closer, cornering me. But Andrea is still behind me, quivering as she tries to crawl away.

“Andrea, get out,” I bark at her.

She quickly scrambles herself together and hurries toward the safe arms of Mario, who quickly grabs her and holds on tight, signaling me that he won’t let her come inside again.

“Gotta get the nun out of here, right?” Stefan jests. “Someone you know?”

I return my attention to him. “Shut up and let me through.”

He raises his brow. “Or what?”

“You don’t want to know,” I reply, baring my teeth.

I’m not afraid to use violence.

He finally reveals his gun and sticks it right up into my waist. “Oh, trust me … I want to know.”

His hand is already in the grabbing motion, and I just know there’s something more that he wants from me that I’m not willing to give. I need to get to Marcello, and I am going to get to those goddamn stairs, even if I have to go straight through Stefan to do it.

When he reaches for me, I deflect his attack and go for the jugular, but he immediately grabs my wrist and holds tight. “You think I don’t know what you bitches are capable of?” he spits.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Melanie comes running in and drop-kicks him in the face.

She squeals, “You fucking bastard!”

She stomps on his body with her heels until a hole appears. I’m energized by her sheer hatred and kick him in the nuts so hard he vomits. Before he can shoot at us, I knock the gun from his hand.

“You fucking bitch,” he spits, face red as a beet from the pain.

Melanie and I alternate kicking him again and again, not sparing any inch of his body. Even his dick gets a pounding. Then I snatch the gun from the ground and point it right at his face.

“You wanted to know what we would do?” I muse. “Now you know, motherfucker.”

And I hand the gun to Melanie, who doesn’t think twice before she shoots him right in the chest and watches the lights go out in his eyes.

Not a single second does she looks like she regrets pulling the trigger.

The fucker deserved what he had coming for him after hurting Melanie like that. Not to mention the fact that he was working with Molly, putting Marcello and Claudio through the wringer like that, and then having the gall to try to take me for himself too.

I spit on him for good measure and then turn to Melanie. “Thank you.”

“Oh, I didn’t do it for you,” she responds.

“I know.”

“That felt nice.”

I nod, smiling, but the sound of gunshots going off in the distance puts me on edge. “See you later then?”

“Damn sure,” she responds, flicking her head at the hole in the wall. “I’ll go meet up with your crew.”

“They’re outside. Tell them you know me, and they’ll take you to safety.”

Before I can run off, Melanie grabs my shoulder. “Thanks for everything.”

“Anytime.”

I run to follow Marcello, who has already gone up the stairs. I don’t have to search hard to find them.

A gunshot goes off, and a bullet flies right out the door mere inches away from my face. I hold up the gun and point it ahead before I go inside, where Molly and Marcello are having a standoff. Molly’s got her gun pointed right at Marcello’s face while he’s pointing it at her stomach.

I jump into the doorway and point a gun at Molly’s head, but my hand is already shaking at the thought. But we’re two against one now. She’s not going to win this.

“What? You think you can shoot me?” Molly quips. “My daughter, come to kill me?”

“I’ll do it,” I hiss as she tries to step closer.

“I don’t believe you will … Look at you, all quivering like a little girl,” she says, not even taking me seriously.

Suddenly, something cold and metallic pushes up against my side. Only when I finally look do I notice Frank in the wheelchair right beside me.

“Missed me, honey?” he says, raising his brow at me before shoving the gun farther into my belly.

“Let Marcello go,” I tell them.

“No, honey. I don’t think we will,” Molly replies. “In fact, I think it’s best we put an end to this while we’re here, no?”



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