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Solace in Shadows: Mafia's Unexpected Love

Scenario: James Jaxon, the feared mafia leader, was Spending his night with Sarah, a sweet girl, rather than in his meeting. And with one loud groan he came inside her womb, letting his Sperm race Inside her
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James Jaxon, the feared mafia leader, was Spending his night with Sarah, a sweet girl, rather than in his meeting. And with one loud groan he came inside her womb, letting his Sperm race Inside her
I’m not a good man.
I have blood on my hands, and I’ve done things that I can never take back.
I’ve hurt people, killed people, and I’ve destroyed lives.
I’m the mafia king, the one that everyone fears, and the one that everyone respects.
I have power, money, and respect.
But I don’t have love.
And I never will.
Love is for the weak.
Love is for those who don’t know what it’s like to be betrayed by their own blood.
Love is for those who haven’t had to kill their own brother in cold blood.
Love is for those who haven’t had to watch the only woman they’ve ever loved walk away from them without a second glance.
Love is for those who haven’t had to watch their ex-wife get pregnant by another man while she’s still married to you.
Love is for those who haven’t had to watch as their entire life falls apart right before their eyes.
That’s not me.
I don’t have time for love.
I’ve been too busy building this empire, and I’ve been too busy making sure that no one could ever take it from me.
I’m a powerful man, and I’m not afraid to show it.
I can walk into any room and command the attention of everyone around me.
They all know who I am.
They all know what I’m capable of.
And they all know that they should never try to cross me.
I’m not afraid to kill, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone try to take what’s mine.
That’s the thing about power.
It’s addicting, and once you get a taste of it, you’ll do anything to keep it.
So that’s what I do.
I keep my power by any means necessary, and if that means getting my hands dirty along the way, then so be it.
I don’t have time for bullshit, and I don’t have time for games.
I’m too busy making sure that my reputation stays intact and that my men stay in line.
Because if they don’t, then there will be hell to pay, and I won’t hesitate to cut them down where they stand if they ever try to double-cross me.
That’s just how this life works.
It’s a dog-eat-dog world out there, and you either have what it takes to survive or you get left behind.
So when Sarah walks into my life, I make sure she knows what she’s getting herself into from the very beginning.
I’m not a good man, and I never pretended to be.
But something about her made me want to be better – even if just for a little while.
Sarah is different than any other girl I’ve ever met before.
She’s sweet, innocent, and incredibly caring.
She also works at the coffee shop down the street from the mansion where I live, so it’s easy for me to go there whenever I want.
And lately, I’ve been going there more often than usual.
When the weight of my responsibilities starts to become too much to bear, going there helps to ease some of the tension in my shoulders.
Whenever Sarah is around, she makes me feel warm inside – even if just for a second – and she always has a smile on her face when she sees me walk through the door.
Her smile is beautiful, and it lights up her entire face when she sees me standing there waiting in line to order my coffee.
And when she hands me my cup of coffee with a little heart drawn on top of the foam, something inside of me clicks into place.
But as much as I want to be with her – as much as I want to make her mine – I know that there’s no way that could ever happen.
I’m messed up, and my life is complicated.
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Because of it, nothing has ever stood in my way for long.
Not even my own family.
I was born into this life, and growing up, it was all I ever knew.
My father was a powerful man, and he made sure that everyone around him knew it.
We were feared and respected, and we were untouchable.
Or so we thought.
When our enemies found out that they couldn’t come after us directly, they went after the people we loved instead.
And when they found out that they couldn’t get to me, they went after my father.
I still remember watching as he took his last breaths while lying in a pool of his own blood.
He was a fighter, but even he couldn’t make it out alive.
He died because he was too proud to ask for help, and he refused to show any signs of weakness even when his life was on the line.
But his weakness was what got him killed, and it was also what made me who I am today.
I vowed to never let myself become weak like he did, and it’s a promise that I’ve kept ever since.
My father was a good man, but he was also a stubborn one.
He never knew when to give up a fight, and he never knew when it was time for him to walk away.
That’s why I had to kill my own brother when he tried to take over the business after my father died.
He was too weak and too inexperienced to lead an empire of our size, and I wasn’t about to let him ruin everything that my father had worked so hard for.
So I did what I had to do.
I took out my brother, and I let everyone know who was in charge around here.
I became the mafia king, and I demanded respect from everyone around me.
My name was on the top of the list of the most powerful men in the world, and I wasn’t afraid to show it.
With power came control, and with control came the ability to get anything I wanted – no matter what the cost.
But when Sarah came walking into my life, I knew I had met my match.
She’s sweet, kind, and incredibly innocent.
And best of all, she’s mine.
She might not know it yet, but she is.
Her smile is contagious, and her laughter fills my ears in ways that I never thought were possible.
She’s beautiful and incredibly sexy, but she doesn’t even know it.
Her body is perfectly sculpted in all of the right places, and her legs go on for miles.
When she wears those tight little dresses in the summer or those leggings that hug her every curve in the winter, it takes all of my self-control not to strip her naked and take her right then and there.
I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before, but I know that it can never be.
My life is too dangerous for someone like her, and I don’t want her involved in what goes on behind closed doors at the mansion where I live.
My father always told me that with great power comes great responsibility, and it’s something that has stuck with me ever since.
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But then again, how could she?
I can’t even imagine what would happen if Sarah ever found out what I do for a living.
She would be terrified of me.
Most people are when they find out the truth.
It’s not easy being the boss of the biggest mafia family in the entire world, but it’s something that I’ve always had a natural talent for.
It’s like my father always used to tell me.
Either you have it or you don’t.
It’s not something that can be learned or bought.
You either have power or you don’t.
I have it in spades.
Sarah can never know the truth – not unless she wants it spelled out right in front of her.
But I can’t help but want her anyway.
She’s sweet and innocent in ways that Maria never was.
She’s kind-hearted and caring.
She genuinely likes me – even though she doesn’t know who I really am or what I really do for a living.
She sees the good in me even when it’s hard for me to see myself.
But she’s also incredibly naive.
She doesn’t know how this game is played – how dangerous it really is on the outside looking in.
There are people out there who want her dead because of me.
But when she looks at me with those big brown eyes of hers, she makes me feel things that I haven’t felt in years – things that I’ve never told anyone before.
But most of all, when she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me like she does every time we meet up for our little rendezvous once a week, she makes me feel loved.
All my life, I never knew what love was.
Growing up with my father was hard because he was so consumed by his work all the time.
He never made time for Maria and me because there were more important things on his agenda than spending time with his children.
He never showed us any affection either because he wasn’t a very affectionate person by nature.
But Sarah made me feel loved.
Sarah made me feel wanted.
Even though I was never able to give her what she wanted in return, she still loved me.
Every time she tells me those three little words, I feel like I’m about to explode from the inside out.
It’s like all of my emotions are finally breaking through the surface and making an appearance.
But then, just as quickly as they come, they fade away – leaving me with nothing but a shell of the person that I used to be.
It’s hard to feel anything when all you’ve ever known is hurt and betrayal.
It’s hard to let someone love you when you’re too afraid to open up and expose your heart to them.
But when Sarah wraps her arms around me and pulls me down into a hug, I can’t help but wonder if love is a weakness like my father always told me or if it’s actually a strength.
Maybe I’m not as strong as I think I am.
Maybe I’m just too afraid to let go and see what happens when I fall.
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I’d skipped a crucial meeting just to be here with her instead, but I didn’t regret my decision.
If I was going to be honest, I’d been skipping more and more meetings to be with her lately – even though I knew that I shouldn’t.
I couldn’t afford to get distracted by someone like Sarah – not when my enemies were lurking in the shadows all around me, waiting for their turn to strike.
But I needed her like I needed air to breathe.
Maybe it was selfish of me to keep her all to myself, but I didn’t care.
She was mine now – even if she didn’t know it yet.
I knew that Greyson would handle things for me in my absence.
He was my right-hand man and more than capable of taking care of things while I was away from the office.
I trusted him more than anyone else in my organization – more than anyone else in my life, actually – and he knew it.
There was nothing that I wouldn’t do for him, and I knew that he felt the same way about me too.
But Greyson wasn’t what was on my mind at the moment.
Sarah was all that I thought about lately – even when I shouldn’t be thinking about her at all.
She’d gotten under my skin, and I didn’t know what to do about it.
When we first met, I didn’t think that things would get this far between us.
I’d known that she would be a distraction for me, but I didn’t know how much of one she would end up being.
I also didn’t expect her to be so innocent and sweet either.
It was refreshing to have someone like her in my life for a change – even if our relationship wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
It was nice to have someone who genuinely cared about me – even if she didn’t really know who I was under all of this fake skin that I wore for the world to see.
She had a way of making all of my problems disappear even if only for a little while.
I would always be grateful to her for that, even if she didn’t know the extent of my gratitude for her just yet.
Sarah smiled when she saw me walk through the door, and I knew that she’d been waiting for me the entire time that I’d been away from her.
She didn’t say anything as I walked up to the counter to give my order to the barista, but she didn’t have to let me know how much she’d missed me either.
Her eyes said it all, and I could see the emotions swirling around inside of them as they stared into my own – ones that I’d never seen before and that I couldn’t make sense of even if I tried to look at them for a lifetime or more.
I wanted to reach out and wipe away the tears that threatened to fall down her cheeks, but I didn’t want to draw attention to myself when there were so many people around us who could be watching our every move.
I didn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea about us or our relationship, even though there wasn’t one between us at all.
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My phone dinged at me from inside my pocket as I took a sip of the coffee that had been placed on the small table in front of me, and I watched as Sarah went to go take care of another customer who had just walked through the door so that she could come back and join me once she was done with him.
She looked good today – but then again, she always did in my book.
I watched in fascination as she talked to the man who was waiting for her to make his drink and hand it over to him, and I couldn’t stop myself from staring at the way that the lights hit her hair and skin just right so that they brought out the golden highlights that were hidden in them both.
She was beautiful in every sense of the word, and there was nothing that anyone could do to convince me otherwise.
I didn’t think that there was anything that she could do to change my mind about her either.
As soon as she handed over his drink and bid him goodbye, Sarah walked back over to where I was waiting for her with a smile on her face and a playful look in her eye.
“Let’s dance,” she said with a smile that made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, even though I knew that it shouldn’t have been doing that to me at all.
I snorted at her suggestion.
“You know that I don’t dance,” I said as I took another sip of my coffee and hoped that she wouldn’t push me any further on the subject at all.
Sarah pouted at me when she saw that I was about to turn down her request for me yet again, and she crossed her arms over her chest with an attitude that didn’t suit her at all even though it was one that I found myself getting more used to by the day.
“You never do anything fun with me,” she said with a frown on her face even though she was trying to fight off a smile for some reason.
“You know that’s not true,” I replied even though I didn’t want to be having this conversation with her right now.
I just wanted to enjoy the time that we had together for what it was and not worry about what we were going to be doing next or how far we would go before we had to stop for some reason or another.
There would be plenty of time for that later – after we’d danced together like Sarah had asked us to.
“Then prove it,” Sarah said with a smile on her face as she held out her hand for me to take with mine.
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We didn’t need anything at all besides one another in order for everything to work out just fine, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before we were making each other crazy with all of our pent up needs and desires.
“Dance with me,” Sarah said again, and this time I found that I wasn’t able to resist her at all even though I knew that I really should have been able to do something about it.
She looked up at me with those big, brown eyes of hers, and it was all over for me from there on out.
I could barely keep myself from groaning out loud when I finally realized what was happening, and then I couldn’t help myself from taking her hand in mine while we walked out onto the floor together – her hand in mine like it belonged there or something even though we both knew that it really didn’t at all.
The music had changed since we’d first walked into the club – now it was a slow song, and all around us, couples were swaying from side to side together, holding each other close while they tried their best not to step on each other’s toes or get caught up in their feet in any way whatsoever at all.
I put my hands on Sarah’s waist and pulled her closer to me as we started to move to the beat, and it wasn’t long before my cock started to grow hard again as it pressed against her stomach through my pants.
I knew that I shouldn’t have been doing this – dancing with Sarah like this, with her so close to me, but there was something about her that just wouldn’t let me go no matter what it was that I tried to tell myself.
She made me want to forget all about the rules and everything else that went along with them, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to lose myself in her innocence for as long as it would let me.
I knew better than to even think about going there with Sarah, but it didn’t stop me from wanting to try anyway.
She looked up at me with those big, brown eyes of hers and smiled softly while we danced together, but there was a look in them that told me more than enough about how she was feeling on the inside while we were dancing together like this, and I knew that she had to be feeling almost the same way that I was right now.
I didn’t want to think about how much worse things were going to get between us if we weren’t able to stop ourselves from taking things too far on our own, but it was all that I could think about while we were dancing together like this.
We moved closer together while we were dancing, but we didn’t talk at all while we were doing so, and I made sure not to lean down so that Sarah could kiss me on the lips like she had been wanting to do since we’d first stepped out onto the dance floor together before long.