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  Stripped

  Married to the Mafia Book 1

  A.G. Khaliq

  Contents

  Acknowledgments

  Prologue

  1. raven

  2. raven

  3. raven

  4. boss

  5. raven

  6. boss

  7. raven

  8. raven

  9. raven

  10. lazarus

  11. raven

  12. raven

  13. raven

  14. lazarus

  15. raven

  16. lazarus

  17. raven

  18. lazarus

  19. lazarus’s men

  20. lazarus

  21. raven

  22. lazarus

  23. raven

  24. raven

  25. lazarus

  26. raven

  27. lazarus

  28. raven

  29. lazarus

  30. raven

  31. raven

  32. damon

  33. raven

  34. damon

  35. raven

  36. damon

  37. raven

  38. casper

  39. raven

  40. raven

  41. damon

  42. lazarus

  43. lazarus

  44. lazarus

  45. raven

  46. raven

  47. damon

  48. raven

  49. sophia

  50. damon

  51. raven

  52. raven

  53. sophia

  54. damon

  55. raven

  56. damon

  57. damon

  58. damon

  59. damon

  60. damon

  61. raven

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  About the Author

  Copyright © 2021 by A.G. Khaliq

  All rights reserved.

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  Limitless Publishing, LLC

  Kailua, HI 96734

  www.limitlesspublishing.com

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  Formatting: Limitless Publishing, LLC

  Cover Design: Deranged Doctor Design

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  ISBN-13: 978-1-954194-18-2

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  No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

  For Samreen.

  Thank you for being an amazing friend

  and always being there for me. x

  Acknowledgments

  Thank you to the Limitless Publishing team for making my dreams of having a book deal come true.

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  Thank you to my editor, Toni Rakestraw, for your help with perfecting this novel.

  Content Warning

  Please be advised that this story contains sexual situations, strong language and graphic violence. It also mentions sensitive topics which readers could find upsetting or triggering, such as domestic abuse and rape.

  Prologue

  Raven

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  My heart was pounding against my chest as I lay in the hospital bed, my lungs constricting.

  I feared for my life. I took a deep breath in…and a deep breath out.

  A deep breath in…and a deep breath out, doing my best to remain strong for my unborn child. Doing my best to fight this monster, and not let him get the better of me. Doing my best to keep going…even though it was proving to be more and more difficult.

  “You think that just because you’re outside of my home you can open that mouth of yours, you bitch?” he snarled, making his way to my bed.

  “You belong to me!” he bellowed. “You thought you could speak to the police about what I did to you?”

  He cracked up with laughter, a menacing laugh that caused my head to sear.

  “You don’t know I pay off the police to keep me out of jail?” he sneered. “You really thought you could get rid of me? You will never get rid of me. Never!”

  He spat on me, clambering on top of me, slapping my face to the side, forcing me to look him in his eyes.

  Before he began punching me mercilessly, I could feel my jaw snap as he continued to beat me. Not stopping for a breath. Not sparing me any mercy.

  I faded in and out of unconsciousness as the pain began to overwhelm my body.

  Limp, bruised and bloody.

  My surroundings blurred around me. I did my best to speak, but I could barely let out a sound as he wrapped his hands around my neck, squeezing for all he was worth.

  “P-Please, no!” I breathed. “You’re going to kill my baby!”

  Tears rolled down my cheeks as he let go of my neck, a smirk forming on the corner of his lips.

  “P-Please, it hurts too much…” I struggled, but it just came out as a murmur.

  “I loved you and you went against me!” he roared, shaking his fists with anger as his veins pulsated their way to the surface of his skin. “You won’t walk out of this hospital alive.”

  And those were the last words I heard…before everything went black.

  raven

  “No…” I screamed as I jolted upward from my sleep. “No, no, no!”

  I began sweating profusely as I did my best to regain consciousness. The moon was out, glimmering against the window of my cheap, worn-out apartment, my torn curtains barely covering the view. There was no doubt I wasn’t in the hospital, pregnant with a baby, fearing for my life from the monster in my dreams…

  I was in my own bedroom, in my own home.

  I was safe.

  I didn’t know why I kept having these weird dreams. These dreams of a man attacking me, possessing me, wanting to kill me. Nightmares of an abusive man holding a chokehold over my life…

  When in reality, I was lonely, and I didn’t even have a boyfriend. My life was just working, day in and day out, and then coming home to my apartment, having just my sister for company.

  I rubbed my eyes groggily, reaching for my phone on the bedside table. I gasped in shock as I read the time on the phone, which was ten p.m.

  “I’m gonna be late for work!” I screamed angrily.

  This wasn’t good…

  This wasn’t good at all.

  I needed to quickly get ready, because my boss was going to be mad at me for being late. Boss despised me and treated me like shit, and this would only add more fuel to the fire. I was supposed to be at the club over an hour ago.

  I quickly tumbled out of bed, tidying my hair in the mirror, and putting on some leggings and a crop top. I didn’t have time to do my makeup or check for a proper outfit—I needed to set off straight away.

  “This will have to do,” I muttered to myself, exhausted, and then began making my way out of my bedroom.

  I saw my sister Sophia sitting on the couch with her legs up, watching the television. She was blonde, pretty, with bright blue eyes, and pale skin.

  “Hey Sophia, I’m gonna go to work now, babe,” I informed her.

  “Stay safe from the creeps at the bar,” she replied with a smile, before reaching for the television remote to change the channel.

  I chuckled in response, amused.

  “I will, don’t stay up too late, babe.” I grinned.

  She nodded at me, absorbing herself into watching Prison Break. I gave her a smal
l smile before I headed to my car, locking the door behind me.

  Before I knew it, I was driving down the motorway in London at high speed. I felt bad for lying to my sister, but I was too ashamed to tell her where I really worked.

  Too ashamed to tell her that I was a stripper.

  She was too young, and I didn’t want her to get involved in these things at her age. She was still a teenager, and I was in my twenties. I couldn’t let her into this disgusting world…

  It was for the best.

  I didn’t want this life for her. I was only doing it for the money in the hope that one day, things would get better for us, and we wouldn’t have to keep living on the bare minimum in a council estate, in an area full of crime.

  Sophia could never follow in my footsteps. I wanted her to go through a proper education. To have the chance to succeed, and get the best shot at life.

  The chance that I never had.

  I arrived at the strip club, leaving my car in the car park. I made my way inside, the loud music roaring in my ears. I searched around the area, doing my best to figure out where Boss was. It was really busy today, and there were so many clients here. Men in their sixties getting lap dances, the strippers getting money thrown on them while they ground their hips against the men’s bodies. I locked my eyes with Polly, one of the strippers I knew here. The man was rubbing her ass with his hand, and she looked really uncomfortable. I felt terrible for her. Touching was never meant to be a part of this line of work, just dancing, but obviously, some disgusting men just couldn’t help themselves…

  “You’re late, you bitch!” came a roaring voice, causing me to jolt upwards and snap out of my thoughts. I turned around, my heart hammering against my chest, only to realise I was standing face-to-face with Boss. He’d found me…

  And he looked ready to murder.

  “You’ve got some nerve turning up here an hour late, I pay your fucking wages,” he barked angrily, rattling his fists. “I’ve had ten men waiting for a performance since eight o’clock. You’re losing me too much goddamn money!”

  I did my best to swallow down a lump that had caught in my throat, my eyes brimming with tears. I bit my lip to stop the tears from falling, feeling angry and humiliated, my insides twisting into knots. I should have been used to this treatment by now, but whenever Boss spoke to me like this, like I was a dog, a rabid animal, it always tipped me over the edge.

  “I’m really sorry, Boss, I had to take care of some things…” I stumbled, doing my best to rectify the situation.

  “I don’t wanna hear your lousy excuses,” he snarled, cutting me off. “I’d fire you on the spot, but the regulars have taken quite a liking to you.” He rolled his eyes. “So instead, you’ll be punished. The money will be deducted from your wages, and you’ll have to do unpaid overtime.”

  I drew out a deep breath, shaking my head, feeling defeated. I was so tired of having my wages cut, when the only reason I was doing this job was because of how desperate I was for the money. It was always a sting to the chest whenever Boss didn’t pay me enough. It was hard enough for me to get by as it was.

  “And how many times have I told you to get changed before you come into my club?” he sighed, shaking his head at my outfit. “Fucking hell, Raven, just get out of my damn sight.”

  I quickly rubbed my eyes, doing my best to dry my tears and get myself together. I had to get my head back in the game if I was going to survive work tonight. It was a busy night, so it was one of the most important for collecting tips. I would be better off just doing as I was told.

  I made my way to the changing rooms, feeling stupid for not coming in the right outfit and makeup. I should have just done it at home rather than having to waste time doing it here…I always behaved hastily under pressure.

  I quickly threw on a tight red mini-dress which emphasized my cleavage, slim waist, and round ass, and put on some red lipstick and lipgloss onto my plump lips. This would have to do.

  I let out a sigh I didn’t know I was holding as I stared back at my reflection in the dressing room. My dark brown hair fell past my shoulders, my dark brown eyes were bloodshot and watery. My milky brown skin looked tired and exhausted. I could hardly recognise myself anymore. It was like I was staring back at a complete stranger. This wasn’t the way life was supposed to go. This wasn’t what I was destined to do for all my life. There had to be more to life than this…

  I shook my head before turning on my heel, and made my way to the stage to join the other strippers. I started dancing seductively against the pole, wrapping my legs around it, doing my best to put on a good show, even though I had bile in my throat whenever I saw the men stare at me with their perverted glances.

  “WOOOHOOOO!” came the cheers of the crowd as I took my dress off so I was just in my lingerie, a transparent bralette and a thong.

  I wished I didn’t have to do this job.

  I had to work at a coffee shop in the daytime too, just to make ends meet.

  I had to look after my sister on my own with nobody else in the picture, and that’s why I struggled so hard. No mother, no father, no proper friends, no other siblings.

  I had a really rough childhood.

  That childhood brought me to where I was today.

  Dancing naked in front of a bunch of perverted men, getting money thrown at me only for my boss to take it all.

  Getting my wages cut over the smallest mistakes.

  Getting harassed by creeps at the club, trying to touch me inappropriately and get sexual favors.

  I didn’t want to do it, but Boss insisted I never fought any of the men, because them getting what they wanted meant more money for the business.

  I was trapped with no way out.

  This was the only life I knew, and for all I knew, this was the only life I was ever going to lead.

  Nothing was ever going to get better for me.

  I was sure of it.

  But I suddenly found myself rubbing my chin in thought, mesmerized, as my eyes locked with a man in the crowd. A man who had unexpectedly entered the club, and looked like the last man who would come to a place like this. He looked out of place, foreign, almost like he didn’t belong here.

  A man with dark brown hair, pale hazel eyes, a rough, scruffy beard, and light brown skin. He was wearing a black jacket with a shirt that was half unbuttoned, revealing a skull tattoo across his chest…

  And he wouldn’t take his eyes off of me for one moment.

  Every part of him screamed power, dominance, fearlessness. His presence radiated the room.

  Who was this man that had just entered the club?

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  This man looked incredibly intimidating.

  I felt uncomfortable dancing almost naked with him watching me.

  I just wanted to hide.

  I could feel my insides swimming with nerves, not wanting to stay on stage for a minute longer. I almost felt ashamed and embarrassed that this man had to see me like this. He looked powerful, and he would probably see me as a cheap whore. People always made assumptions about people and judged what they didn’t know before they even got to know a person…

  And I knew this man was probably doing the same.

  I suddenly felt sick to my stomach, my insides twisting into knots. I didn’t want to humiliate myself. There was something about this man, and the way he held his gaze with mine…

  I knew if I stayed here, continuing to watch him stare at me, I would feel even more worse than I already did. I needed to get out of here, and fast. I needed to get away before he approached me, because I knew that nothing good would come out of it. I needed him to stop looking at me.

  I quickly slipped my mini-dress back on before I made my way off the stage.

  “Great performance, sweet cheeks,” a man said. He wolf-whistled, and spun me around, tossing one hundred dollars at me. His arm moved to my waist, but I quickly slapped it off, walking away as fast as I could, leaving him cursing and pissed off.

 
I pushed through the crowd and made my way to the bar, suddenly needing a drink. I was angry, my blood boiling to the surface. I was angry that people saw me as a whore when I was a pure woman, and had never slept with a man willingly. I was doing this job to stop me and my sister from going hungry and being homeless…

  Not because I was easy.

  I allowed the liquor to burn down my throat as I continued to sip from the cup. I wished it would make me feel better and help me calm down.

  But I just felt worse and worse.

  “Why aren’t you performing?” roared a voice.

  I spun around to see that Boss had followed me again. The man couldn’t even leave me in peace for two minutes without complaining at me endlessly and biting me in the ass.

  “Didn’t I explain to you that you were being punished, goddammit?” he bellowed angrily.