Stolen By A Sinner (Sinners #3) - Michelle Heard
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Cinderella said to be kind, have courage, and always believe in a little magic.
To survive in my world, you have to be dead inside, be on guard at all times, and never dream of the impossible.
You never dream of anything because you don’t just get to stop working for the Polish mafia.
But you can be stolen from them.
Well, kind of.
When Gabriel Demir, head of the Turkish mafia, attacks my boss, I’m caught in the crossfire.
I’m taken captive, interrogated, and soon find myself in the position of maid again. Only this time, it’s for the Turkish instead of Polish.
This time it’s for a dangerously attractive man and not the insane one I’ve known all my life.
This time I find myself fantasizing about my boss instead of dreaming of ways to escape.
This time I’m not threatened with pain and death but with pleasure.
But can I step out of the maid’s uniform and into a ballgown?
Do I dare cross that line just for a moment in the spotlight?
Stolen By A Sinner
Mafia / Organized Crime / Suspense Romance
STANDALONE in The Sinners Series
This book contains subject matter that may be sensitive for some readers.
There is triggering content related to extreme abuse, graphic violence, loss of a parent, and sexual slavery.
Please read responsibly.
A gathering of Mafia dons that was in effect a convocation of the nation's priesthood of organized crime
“Be kind, have courage, and always believe in a little magic.”
Family Business: Turkish Mafia
Father: Deniz Demir (Deceased)
Mother: Sinem Demir (Deceased)
Grandmother: Alya Demir
Cousin & Best Friend: Emre Demir
Aunt on mother’s side: Ayesenur Altan
Cousin & in charge of Turkey: Eymen Altan
Cousin: Eslem Altan
Mother: Agnieska Nowak (Deceased)
Employer: Tymon Mazur – Head of Polish mafia
Lara’s Guard: Murat Eren
Gabriel; 38. Lara; 22.
Cinderella said, ‘Be kind, have courage, and always believe in a little magic.’
I suppress the bitter chuckle while walking down the corridor.
A gunshot rings through the air, the sound rippling over my skin. I startle but catch myself in time so I don’t drop the tray of black tea. With my heart lurching in my chest, I pause outside the door, and closing my eyes, I suck in a deep breath of air.
She’s very wrong. To survive in my world, you have to be dead inside, on guard at all times, and never dream of the impossible.
Never dream of anything.
I open my eyes, raise my chin, and step into the sitting room. For a split second, I glance at the dead body. Blood stains the carpet. Again.
The guy didn’t even work here for two weeks. Pity he didn’t last longer. At this rate, Tymon will run out of people to kill.
Which means it’s only a matter of time before I meet the bullet with my name carved into it.
I’ve seen it plenty of times whenever Tymon felt the need to threaten me. He keeps a wooden box full of bullets with all the staff's names engraved on them next to his favorite armchair.
Lord only knows how I’ve survived this long.
Tymon brought my mother over from Poland after I was born. She died when I was twelve, and ever since, I’ve been working for Tymon as a maid. Mom used to quote Cinderella to me, but after she passed away, I quickly realized life wasn’t a fairytale.
Tymon Mazur is the head of the Polish mafia. He believes you can beat and threaten your staff into obedience. He’s right. No one in this mansion will dare go against him.
You don’t just wake up one day and decide you’re no longer going to work for him. The only way out is death, and no matter how bad things get, I’m not ready to die.
“Get rid of the piece of shit,” Tymon barks at the remaining three men.
They pick up the body and carry it out of the room as I set the tray down on a glass coffee table.
Tymon’s black gaze rests on me, empty and cruel. “I want prawns and oysters for dinner.”
I nod dutifully. “Yes, Sir.” Not wanting to spend a second longer than I need to in his presence, I hurry out of the