Confucius Ads Library: Ads

Id	Vlad	Saved	Scrape Time	Status	Scrape Result	Title	Body	Cta Type	Link Url	Page Name	Page Profile Uri	Page Like Count	Enddate	Cta Text	Caption	Display Format	Link Description	Link Url	Creation Time	Page Profile Picture Url	Page Entity Type	Page Is Profile Page	Current Page Name	Startdate	Actions
2,759,547	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2759413}'	Yes	2025-03-03 14:15	active	2775	GET TICKETS NOW!	see KILL TONY legend & America's Got Talent Finalist Ahren Belisle live in Kansas City Mar 7-9!	ORDER_NOW	https://www.thecomedyclubkc.com/events/99325?gad_s	Ahren Belisle Comedy	https://www.facebook.com/AhrenComedy/	61,755	1969-12-31 18:00	Order Now	thecomedyclubkc.com	DCO	{{product.description}}	https://www.thecomedyclubkc.com/events/99325?gad_source=1&gclid=CjwKCAiAzPy8BhBoEiwAbnM9O6K304qPS_UxX3cmOCMJDbQqquJzLPCadXU-XfpqhCzh0KNU7ptWpBoCeZIQAvD_BwE	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480871866_1084989066730453_7907134386427615846_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=AvQHg9eGGmsQ7kNvgHE67j-&_nc_oc=Adi3TQc1hMdztH8WRze1jiBp2azAKK3OU41x9E-lVOSpUhUfVdw6U_JlNnWfE6hBEAxZwFwNCcpCwSNGlIJumj0Z&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AN8biSAF7O7ZlGhqueNgc-D&oh=00_AYAAYzgFOq0NaUGTpJUFN7HdmHdavYGRLYxvRKapCMmDgw&oe=67CBD90B	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Ahren Belisle Comedy	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,759,198	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2759095}'	No	2025-03-03 14:15	active	2775	⭐5.0 \| 99,8K Đã Bán (SALE OFF 35%) 👉	✨Bí Quyết Up CHIỀU CA0 Đơn Giản - Không Cần 𝐩𝐡𝐚̂̃𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐚̣̂𝐭 ! 🔴 C𝒖̀𝒏𝒈 𝑯𝑰𝑻𝑶 𝐓𝐀̆𝐍𝐆 6~8𝐂𝐌 𝒅𝒖̀ 𝒒𝒖𝒂 𝒕𝒖𝒐̂̉𝒊 𝒑𝒉𝒂́𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆̂̉𝒏 ✅Ca0 hơn - Đẹp hơn - Tự tin hơn. ✅Mở ra cơ hội thành công trong cuộc sống. ✨𝐒.𝐀.𝐋.𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐎 𝟑𝟓% khi MUA NGAY HÔM NAY✨ -------------------------------------------------- ✅HITO không chỉ làm tăng chiều ca0 mà còn giúp củng cố sức khỏe xươn.g, khớp và cảm giác năng động hơn. -------------------------------------------------- 👉Thành phần 100% tự nhiên, nhập khẩu Nhật Bản. 👉Cung cấp canxii hữu cơ chiết xuất trực tiếp từ xươn.g lưng cá tuyết, tảo biển đỏ kết hợp vitamin D3 & K2. 👉Không tác dụng phụ, không gây nóng trong. -------------------------------------------------- 🛒Nhận hàng sau 3-5 ngày. 🎁Tặng kèm lộ trình dinh dưỡng và bài tập khoa học phát triển chiều cao. ⭐️Miễn phí vận chuyển quốc tế 💥Đạt chứng nhận FDA Hoa Kỳ, GMP 📩 Nhắn tin ngay - nhận tư vấn miễn phí liệu trình từ Chuyên gia hàng đầu về phát triển chiều ca0 #hito #canxihito #tangchieucaotunhien	MESSAGE_PAGE		Tăng Chiều Cao - HITO Canxi Chính Hãng tại Hoa Kỳ	https://www.facebook.com/HitoCanxi.UltraMax24/	2,035	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-3.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481060206_971470081796598_5872951794256104740_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=LN7l2J4NmwAQ7kNvgGyplAS&_nc_oc=Adiv7ZsFN6kJ9P476xVSmLOT-_pe2ccwd5yE8yfhMc_n2CK43TyRAS28SInpKoYwvSOjoDyTpggtiPJCWFUdrbBI&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-3.xx&_nc_gid=Az7vx_ZZH6fMsj4et55bVgU&oh=00_AYAM6sMbIbwssidb0UVsz0G2zjJnzsLSzetqTHDcqVGUsg&oe=67CBC528	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Tăng Chiều Cao - HITO Canxi Chính Hãng tại Hoa Kỳ	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,759,753	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-03-03 14:15	active	2775	Meet Ally, Love of Logan	Confessing my darkest secret... I'm a billionaire with a haunted past. Love was never on the table... until Ally stormed in. But I know I don't deserve her innocence. One night of passion was supposed to be enough... Boy, was I wrong! Now I'm hooked! Will I sacrifice everything for one more taste? Dive into Logan's twisted tale and get your HEA now!	DOWNLOAD	https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=raJ	Liz Gavin Author Page	https://www.facebook.com/lizgavinauthor/	2,098	1969-12-31 18:00	Download	play.google.com	DCO	First in series	https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=raJGEAAAQBAJ	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481253227_1643625249592803_9060532604630608268_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=3-xf7qvg_esQ7kNvgFpz46V&_nc_oc=Adi0uWQgYpSdrB9besgHv6Nj02kPtKPfoFKlDvVMypk4JfxQSyh-AJRlWItu76aXn2ovLEhONJryGWvJC07OQtJQ&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AhN_2LOsl17hjL47V9KAfPO&oh=00_AYBBqbb__KHRZmxuyDTlJwkRydBiuSEAHW1szoNeXSvhAA&oe=67CBD7DE	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Liz Gavin Author Page	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,759,389	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2759095}'	Yes	2025-03-03 14:15	active	2775	Nhắn tin số Phone để gặp Sarah	Sarah từng hoài nghi… Làm sao một phương pháp tự nhiên có thể đảo ngược lão hóa, xóa sạch nám sạm? Nhưng khi chứng kiến làn da của hàng ngàn phụ nữ trẻ ra từng ngày, tôi biết mình phải chia sẻ bí mật này. ✨ Điều gì đã giúp họ lấy lại tuổi thanh xuân? Sarah sẽ tiết lộ cuối video này! ⏳ 👉 Xem nó ngay bây giờ!	MESSAGE_PAGE		Sarah Nguyen	https://www.facebook.com/Sarah.AuraGlow/	302	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481338136_2996877277129692_5480495462703568507_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=3bVDwDLyOW8Q7kNvgHXxIbT&_nc_oc=Adhb6ccCsn9MluSvE6UNyvEhCtwCE0cpCNGY92IyEzqvKu9XyA94pUCAbgzPvGB5SZYMNbRwZACL0-PGo9wQpQ5O&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A4Upw07wN7Y5eMfwrHcmVoO&oh=00_AYDrU_ffWR7pjgVfczyp0C8xtdv_gKIBfZ_g0lx-Bgf21A&oe=67CBCEF8	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Sarah Nguyen	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,759,987	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2759095}'	No	2025-03-03 14:15	active	2775		🎁 GIẢM CỰC SÂU - NHƯNG KHÔNG GIẢM LÂU - TRỒNG RĂNG IMPLANT TRỌN GÓI VỚI #1TRIỆU900 / TRỤ CỦA HÀN QUỐC - KHÔNG PHÁT SINH CHI PHÍ 🎉 Trả góp 0% lãi suất 🎉 Tặng mão răng trên trụ Implant 🎉 Tặng gói chụp film CT trị giá 500k _________________ ✔ Đảm bảo chức năng ăn nhai và có tính thẩm mỹ cao cho hàm răng: vừa kiến tạo chân răng và thân răng mới ✔ Khả năng tương thích với cơ thể, ảnh hưởng các răng bên cạnh, phòng ngừa tình trạng tiêu xương hàm ✔ Tích hợp linh hoạt, tiện lợi không sợ vướng víu ✔ Không mài hay tác động đến các răng kế cận _________________ LÝ DO TẠI SAO LỰA CHỌN SMILE UP? ✔ Đội ngũ bác sĩ trên 12 năm kinh nghiệm,chuyên sâu Implant. ✔ Thực hiện thành công hàng nghìn ca phục hình răng mất ✔ Máy móc, cơ sở vật chất tối tân, hiện đại ✔ Công nghệ cấy ghép không đau, đặt trụ implant chỉ từ 5 phút ✔ Không đau, không cần nghỉ dưỡng. _________________ CẤY GHÉP IMPLANT - HIỆU QUẢ - NHANH CHÓNG - BỀN LÂU 🏆 𝙎𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙐𝙥 – 𝙉𝙝𝙖 𝙠𝙝𝙤𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙮𝙚̂𝙣 𝙨𝙖̂𝙪 𝙩𝙧𝙤̂̀𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙖̆𝙣𝙜 𝙄𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙖̣𝙞 𝙑𝙞𝙚̣̂𝙩 𝙉𝙖𝙢. Cung cấp cho khách hàng trụ Implant chính hãng với chi phí hợp lý nhất, cùng với đó là chế độ hậu mãi rõ ràng. 📩 Liên hệ đặt lịch ngay để được kết nối trực tiếp với các chuyên gia hàng đầu trong lĩnh vực trồng răng Implant! #teeth #dental #dentis #porcelainteeth #SmileUpDental2024 #nhakhoaSmileUp #rănghàmmặt #răng_sứ #răng_sứ_veneer #răng_sứ_thẩm_mỹ ————— 𝙎𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙐𝙥 - 𝙃𝙪𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙪̛𝙤̛𝙣𝙜 𝙫𝙖̀𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙖̉𝙣 𝙥𝙝𝙖̂̉𝙢 𝙙𝙞̣𝙘𝙝 𝙫𝙪̣ 𝙘𝙝𝙖̂́𝙩 𝙡𝙪̛𝙤̛̣𝙣𝙜 𝙦𝙪𝙤̂́𝙘 𝙜𝙞𝙖 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 ▫ CN Hà Nội: 176 - 178 Hoàng Ngân, Trung Hoà, Cầu Giấy. ▫ CN TP.HCM: Villa 30 đường D1 Saigon Pearl, 90 Nguyễn Hữu Cảnh, Phường 22, Quận Bình Thạnh. ☎️ Hotline: 08 3389 8383	MESSAGE_PAGE		Nha khoa thẩm mỹ công nghệ cao - Smile Up	https://www.facebook.com/ViennhakhoaSmileUp/	50,986	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		IMAGE			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/482081260_527629473680925_7973233449650935350_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=JMe0C7O3DdAQ7kNvgG4iRoJ&_nc_oc=Adi_yYubQsr5ni3wUJdg1YAHS1z3vs0D7n0BhZjz4Y7LdeAquHYEeuGhm8-UH6aVRiMUHSC_IRM0VHs2h87WfgMy&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AyBokXUH4wMlfKirUzhMN2H&oh=00_AYCL1M_DvorJ4ibh4-PUAr6mPhgAP_VVXowM3I63VggqXg&oe=67CBF699	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Nha khoa thẩm mỹ công nghệ cao - Smile Up	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,759,357	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-03-03 14:15	active	2775			VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/kishi_supplements	kishi_supplements	https://www.instagram.com/_u/kishi_supplements	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram Profile	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		http://instagram.com/kishi_supplements	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-3.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/482230275_1366466084527715_4937881576666788879_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=6WbWRCaVo-oQ7kNvgFqUKjz&_nc_oc=AdisZIea84rsU9P1xNjsGLwbnvYnwKm_w0zZ28e4PQ5WseaKS-N2ewE9S9rQAtrTkuM1Q-pgjnffx86VOqkmQ5Ru&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-3.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYCHKL7oZo5KRe31Zz0AgfmXyyNehCaAgMRNtIBzLeqNDg&oe=67CBEBD5	IG_ADS_IDENTITY	1	kishi_supplements	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,759,679	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-03-03 14:15	active	2775	Hải Anh và 9167+ người đã sử dụng	TẶNG 6 GÓI DÙNG THỬ TRẢI NGHIỆM GỘI Ủ DƯỠNG TÓC TẠI NHÀ CHUẨN NHƯ SALON 🌹 Hãy để 1900 Hair Salon giúp bạn chăm sóc tóc óng ả bồng bềnh ngay tại nhà 🆘 Bạn quá bận rộn với công việc và gia đình và không có thời gian chăm sóc tóc Chỉ 50 suất đầu tiên mua tại website CHÍNH HÃNG : https://www.1900hairsalon.online/ ✅ 1900 Hair Salon cam kết - Sản phẩm chính hãng 100% - Kiểm tra sản phẩm đúng mới nhận và thanh toán - Được miễn phí ship giao hàng ✅ Với tinh chất Keratin , Biotin , Collagen, Vitamin E , ... - Phục hồi , nuôi dưỡng tóc từ sâu bên trong giúp tóc mềm mượt, bồng bềnh - Hồi sinh cấu trúc tóc giúp cải thiện tình trạng tóc xơ , yếu gãy rụng, giúp tóc chắc khỏe - Hương thơm nước hoa cao cấp lưu hương lâu ĐẶT HÀNG NGAY TẠI : https://www.1900hairsalon.online/	ORDER_NOW	https://www.1900hairsalon.online/	1900 Hair Salon Group	https://www.facebook.com/100088392983164/	18,178	1969-12-31 18:00	Order now	www.1900hairsalon.online	VIDEO		https://www.1900hairsalon.online/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/454656037_1787868475378535_8345302466935985050_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=5s04u7nfJNEQ7kNvgHYNdbv&_nc_oc=AdimGah4MPVRDaKPS2cL37yivOak_H6vwckNKMCvkzIsWODRdv0bZ357A8e3O8vwwL2lss8Jt2XJzSNF1V-9c1hZ&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AExMcwJhg49_KhzvAYPN3gR&oh=00_AYBGqt7X5G7AYRM6onr-8HmtMcx2ziGR1KDQR_gw4igyrA&oe=67CBEB7A	PERSON_PROFILE	0	1900 Hair Salon Group	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,759,668	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-03-03 14:15	active	2775	Cliquez pour regarder👉	💞💖🎬Elle était une mère célibataire qui savait faire des gâteaux, et il était une star du football, mais ils s'aimaient autrefois.🥰✨	WATCH_MORE	https://dramapi.mediaradiance.com/api/track/dynami	Short shorts	https://www.facebook.com/61554952153643/	49,492	1969-12-31 18:00	Watch more	dramapi.mediaradiance.com	VIDEO		https://dramapi.mediaradiance.com/api/track/dynamicLandingPageThrV3/a010dba236123f9bc1c2601f7b9eeb9f?ad_id={{ad.id}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&campaign_id={{campaign.id}}&campaign_name={{campaign.name}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481253907_657016473559866_7772426846892221026_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=XmnIJFRq14UQ7kNvgECWT_u&_nc_oc=AdhV4LuDMZygWa4-SzlL2nbUav9565FfVWKO9VhIs6FHexvuUDs3ZR7ySf2QdoDPFYHhbkjh_xCvgMZ6OT-cxJun&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A0mjn9cfIBD2bq_uEKjUWUu&oh=00_AYA3nRs9Sv2dfncORaIEeny2lPB6hL4vsEmWttiVx19_8Q&oe=67CBBDF8	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Short shorts	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,759,103	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2759099}'	No	2025-03-03 14:15	active	2775	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	Just as I was getting ready to buy some sexual toys for our wedding night, I learned that my new husband was gay. “Nicky Lennox couldn’t possibly have a wife. He was literally just in here with some hot blonde guy this morning.” the salesgirl told me, showing me a security camera video. Apollo, my husband's partner, dropping down to his knees and drawing Nicky's shaft out of his pants only to swallow it eagerly down his throat as Nicky leaned back casually against the wall. My stomach hurt, twisting so painfully. I should’ve known it was too good to be true. After all, I only had been married for three days. It would be easy to get an annulment. And we hadn’t even slept together. But it's not as simple as I thought... ———————— Starling My heart hammering with excitement, I opened the black velvet doors and walked nervously inside the Pleasure Palace. I had never been in one before, but what was a newlywed to do to make her wedding night special? Technically, of course, the wedding night had been three nights ago, but my husband was so busy with putting on a new play at his theater that we hadn’t smooched beyond a quick peck or had intercourse yet. And I wanted to change that. The only problem was, the more days that passed, the more nervous I got. I passed by the intimidating selection of toys, and went to the lingerie section. What would please a rich, classy, cultured man like my husband? My hands ran over black lace and silky garters. Would he think these were all cheap? Was this stuff high-end enough? I had relied on the same few dark pantsuits for the four months I had known him, and he didn’t need to know that really my taste tended to be more earthy and hippie. “Are you shopping for someone special?” the pink-haired woman behind the sales counter asked. “My husband,” I said, blushing ridiculously, even though I was fully 25 years old and absolutely not a virgin. “Oh, congratulations!” she said brightly. “Did you get married on the beach here?” “Oh, no, just at the courthouse,” I said. “Nicky thought a small wedding would be the most romantic.” “Nicky?” she asked. “Nicky who?” I felt my cheeks pink with pleasure, my pulse beginning to thrum with pride in the man I was head-over-heels in love with. “I’m Mrs. Nicky Lennox,” I said, trying to sound modest. Since we lived in the theater district of St. Angeles, almost everyone around here knew him. Nicky was so rich and owner of the biggest, most luxurious theater in town. And for the last four months I had been the Office Manager at the First Avenue Playhouse (always just called The First). Overawed by my job, I tried to tamp down my normally bubbly personality into something lowkey and professional for my first proper workplace. I thought my gorgeous hot boss was totally indifferent to me until the last week when he asked me to marry him. Magnetic and masterful, Nicky was not the sort of man you said no to. And I didn’t want to. I had jumped at the idea of marrying him, my eyes too full of stars to question anything. “Nicky Lennox?” the sales rep laughed. “He doesn’t have a wife!” I felt a little stab of annoyance, but it was swamped by my joy and pride in my husband. “He does now!” I caroled happily. She was probably just jealous, like everybody else would be when they found out. What could be more exciting than the way he had asked me to marry him and whirled me to City Hall only three days later? I thought I had been hiding the fact that I had a huge crush on him, but apparently he knew all along. It was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me in my life, but for the first time a flicker of unease trickled down my spine. The saleslady was going on. “He couldn’t possibly have a wife,” she said. “Nicky Lennox is gay. He was literally just in here with some hot blonde guy this morning.” “It must have been just a friend—” I started weakly. She shook her head. “I’m not supposed to do this, but you’re so sad and delusional I kind of have to.” She motioned her coworker over, who was a pretty Latina with a nose piercing. “This chick is in here saying she’s married to Nicky Lennox. Can you pull up that security camera footage of him from this morning?” We all crowded around the monitor. Surely there must be some mistake. Some misinterpretation. A case of mistaken identity? He was married to me. He had insisted on a fast wedding, like he couldn’t bear to be apart from me any longer. But he was immediately identifiable on the screen. Who could ever mistake Nicky? He stood out even in looks and status-obsessed St. Angeles. “Look at that picture quality,” I said weakly. “Really sharp.” Tall, lean, dark wavy hair, cultured gorgeous face with sharp high cheekbones, curved and mysterious mouth, those unusual and arresting gray eyes with flashes of emerald green. And I recognized the guy with him, too. Apollo Eriksson, the star of the next play. Any hope that this was just a misunderstanding was eliminated by the way they went into the dressing room, Apollo dropping down to his knees and drawing my husband’s shaft out of his pants only to swallow it eagerly down his throat as Nicky leaned back casually against the wall. “I guess we should blur this out,” one of the women said. “It’s hot, though,” the other said. “He’s switch, by the way. I’ve seen him around down doing all sorts of things.” My stomach hurt, twisting so painfully I thought I might throw up all over their artfully distressed jeans. I tried to smile and act like I’d just been mistaken in my own husband’s name, even though inside I was dying with shame and embarrassment. I should’ve known it was too good to be true. After all, I had been married for three days and Nicky and I still hadn’t had intercourse. Why would he do this? Why marry me just to humiliate me? What did I ever do to deserve this? I guess this is why he was ‘too busy’ on our wedding night, I thought numbly as I watched him release down Apollo’s throat and keep thrusting. Well, screw Nicky. I felt dumb. I knew I should have run the whole ‘whirlwind courtship’ by my friends back home. Now what was I supposed to do? I bought some edible underpants and slunk away. Not knowing what else to do, I took my car back to his mansion. It was perfectly situated to look out over rolling California hills and the St. Angeles theater district. Why would gorgeous, unattainable Nicky Lennox need to marry me, his cheerful little Office Manager? If he was gay it sure wasn’t for my big papillae or hip. It wasn’t for my money. I had moved here from Idaho and I was broke before I met him. Part-time yoga instructor, part-time ceramics instructor, part-time fortune-teller. Then I got tired of being full-time broke with no health insurance, which is why I had applied for the job of his Office Manager. My phone buzzed and I looked down to see a message from my new husband. Dinner with my dad at 7 I left an outfit for you to wear Car will be around to pick you up Is that what this was about? I had been in my blissful floating newlywed haze, amazed that someone like Nicky Lennox would even look at me, but I remembered something vaguely about how his father was much older, a man in his late 70s while Nicky was only 36. My father-in-law had not been at our City Hall wedding, because he “didn’t get out much in society” and “was quite old-fashioned.” Nicky had told me we would be visiting him a few days after the wedding. But now I knew that everything he said was nonsense, horrified awareness sung in my mind. Why in the world was I, a certified grime queen and hippie, the chosen beard for an unbearably good-looking and impeccably dressed theater owner? I ran up the spiraling staircase to my room, past all the expensive artwork and tasteful Grecian statues that I thought meant I’d gotten a dream husband. But now it was more like a nightmare. When Nicky told me there were plenty of rooms, enough for us to have our own bedrooms, I was thrilled. Mine was huge and gorgeous, with enormous bright windows and a balcony. But now I realized why I had my own bedroom. So he could more easily avoid having intercourse with me. How long exactly was he planning to pull this? Did he really think I’d be so blinded with infatuation that I wouldn’t notice when months went by without him wanting to have intercourse? Well, I sure I wasn’t going to sit and play nice for this dinner. I was going to demand an easy annulment tonight and then go out and screw the first himbo I saw at a bar. After all, that’s what my husband was presumably doing. Everything would be easy.	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2,759,191	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-03-03 14:15	active	2775	🔞🔥Click to Read more about📜Captive of my mafia crush📜	💖🔞💋I worked as a stri*pper to help pay my boyfriend's debts and cover our rent, but he despised my profession and said it was disgusting and impure. Worse, he sold me to the mob and told them I was a vir-gin to increase my value. I was bought at the auction and the buyer was no other than my brother's best friend, and also my childhood crush. Him: My little one, I would never take my eyes off you. ----- "I don’t like the idea of my girl stripping, Iris,” my boyfriend Steven says, glaring at me with his arms crossed. “It’s disgusting and impure. And I need my girl to be pure.” Steven is my college sweetheart – we’ve been dating for nine months, even though he’s graduated. He's very disciplined and reserved, the son of a pastor, though he’s very good to me. He's always stressed that we'll wait until the night of our wedding to be intimate, which makes me feel so respected and safe. On top of that, he's made millions of dollars trading cryptocurrencies. As someone who grew up with nothing, that financial security makes me feel so protected. He’s the most generous and intelligent guy I'd ever met and I’m so lucky to be with him. "Steven,” I reply, “I swear to god I would never do anything to betray you at the club – I just dance." I kiss his cheek. "But I'm running late, and we need to pay rent. Everything will be fine." Lately Steven's tied up his money in some crypto investments. To ensure the best returns, he’s invested everything he has and is staying with me for the moment. He’s been working so hard for the last month, but it’s taking a toll on him. He rarely takes phone calls, doesn’t really leave our place, and he drinks more alcohol than he used to to calm his nerves as he stares at his computer almost all day long. So, I took up a couple shifts at the strip club to cover us in the meantime. I am a university student in hotel management, but dancing is in my nature - at first it was a weight loss goal as a teenager, then it was a way to hold on to thoughts of my mom, and then it became part of who I am. Unfortunately, there’s no money in cltootshieical ballet, my favorite. So, even though it wasn't what Steven wanted, I took a part-time gig at a strip club and I give Steven my salary to help with his business. Being an exotic dancer wasn’t my first choice either, but if I can make money from idiots who want to shove their hard-earned dollars into my g-string? I don’t see any shame in that. Eventually I convinced Steven that this is true – my dancing is just an investment in his company. I am glad he’s letting me help – I just want to do whatever I can to get our life started. I arrive at the club at 8:00 on the dot, smiling at Pete, my manager, who gives me a nod. The music pounds through the low-lit club and I note that it’s busier than usual tonight. Some of the other dancers wave to me and I wave back, but I make a beeline right for Anthony, who’s already got a big smile on his face just for me. “Hey cutie,” he says, pulling me close as I slip behind the bar and wrap my arms around his waist. “Hey gorgeous,” I say, laughing up at him. Anthony – he is gorgeous, but alas, my heart belongs to Steven. And even if it didn’t, Anthony is as gay as a purple handbag. Still, he’s my best friend here, and I love when his bartending shift overlaps with my dancing. “What’s going on tonight?” I ask as he slings an arm around my shoulders. There’s a busy, exciting vibe and the dancers all have on their flashiest outfits, their best perfume. “Nothing escapes you, does it, baby?” Anthony replies, I grin at the compliment. “Rumor has it big shots are coming in – mob guys, the real deal. Some are saying that the Mafia King is going to make an appearance.” “Whoa,” I say, my eyes going wide. “Seriously? Isn’t he…dangerous?” “Only if you go against him,” Anthony says with a shrug. “I heard he took out his own brother,” I whisper, leaning close to Anthony and looking around anxiously, like he’s already here. “That he’s completely ruthless –“ Anthony just laughs, shaking his head. “Iris, just don’t do anything to piss him off. For us? The presence of the Mafia King in our club just means money,” he says, grinning. “So, I’ll finally be able to afford that Botox I’ve been dreaming about, and you can hand your tootshiehole boyfriend an even bigger check than you usually do!” “Shut up,” I say, scowling and smacking my friend half-heartedly on the chest. Anthony, like Emi, isn’t Steven’s biggest fan. “I won’t get any of the money anyway,” I sigh. “Pete never puts me in the VIP room on nights like this.” “Because you,” Anthony says, teasing me, “only like to shake your little booty – you’re never willing to let anyone touch it –“ “Ew!” I wrinkle my nose at Anthony even as I push away, laughing and hoisting my bag higher on my shoulders. “I’m not letting some old mafia lech touch me for a couple of extra bucks –“ “For how much these guys are going to drop?” Anthony says, raising an eyebrow at me. “heck, I’ll let them touch me.” Laughing again, I wave over my shoulder and head for the dressing room. Anthony calls after me, wishing me luck. I blow him a kiss as I move through the curtain. It’s always better working here on nights like this, when everyone’s in a good mood, even if I am anxious about the prospect of the Mafia King being here. I mean, he’s been all over the news, and where he goes? Violence seems, inevitably, to follow. The good mood in the room completely changes all of a sudden when Lily – our top dancer – gives a little moan and collapses to the floor. Our manager Pete is through the curtain a minute later with some of our bouncers, who pick Lily up and carry her to the back. Pete’s pissed though. He spins, looking around the room with his arms crossed “You!” he says suddenly, pointing at me. My eyes go wide. “Irene! Come here!” “Iris,” I correct, and then I bite my lip with anxiety when Pete rolls his eyes like it doesn’t matter and beckons me closer. “You’re going into VIP for Lily tonight,” he snaps. His eyes flick over me. “And I don’t want to hear any of your bulldang about just being a dancer, all right? ” He spins me around, shoving me towards the door. “Now get out there and remember what I said - the only answer you have for these mafia bosses is yes.” My legs shake as I walk towards the curtain. .............................................................................. “Welcome to the stage…Bambi!” The DJ says, using my stage name. Dancing comes naturally to me – music has always made me feel at home in my body, and when the music is sexy? Well, then I feel sexy too. I whip my hair back at the crescendo of the music, my eyes moving directly to the man in the money seat directly in front of me, who paid a great deal to be there. As I move my body in slow, sultry ways, the spotlight is on me, which means that I can’t see the details of the VIP’s face. But even without specifics, I can tell that this is the most important man in the room. He just radiates power. My breath hitches when I look over the powerful lines of his muscled silhouette. If the Mafia King is here, this is definitely him. He looks like a man who belongs in the shadows, and even though there are other men here, I feel like I’m dancing just for him. The Mafia King’s eyes are fastened on me as I get my six-inch heels beneath my body and slowly raise myself into the air tootshie-first. I let him get a good look at every bit of me before I smirk, and turn, and move to the pole. Am I imagining it in the darkness? Or is there something…familiar about the way he watches me? I let the thought fade, concentrating instead on pulling out all my best tricks. And as I hook my leg around the pole, spinning myself and letting my hair flare out wide, I see that these tricks are working tonight. Shouts and whistles begin, and the Mafia King leans forward to lay a stack of bills on the stage in front of him. I almost stutter to a stop. Seriously? That much cash, this early in my dance? He leans back in his chair, raising a dark eyebrow at me, inviting me to show him more. So, I do. I pick up my pace, arching my back as I spin around the pole, climbing up it and sliding slowly down. As my song ends I’m excited to see that there’s quite a bit more money on top of the pile. “Thanks,” I murmur, crawling across the last bit of stage towards him. “I’m glad you liked my dance.” There really is something familiar about his blue-grey eyes… I reach for the stacks, but suddenly a meaty hand slams another pile of money down next to it, startling me. “Double what he’s put down, honey,” the man grinds out, leering, “and I’ll take you in the back for a private dance.” “Sorry,” I say, casting my lashes down. “I’m just a stage girl.” I know Pete said to give these guys whatever they wanted, but I’m really not comfortable touching anyone. “Oh, come on,” the man says, grabbing my chin with his thick fingers and pulling my face up. The Mafia King is immediately on his feet. “Pretty tart like you? I bet you can do more than just dance –“ I gasp, pulling my face from his hands as I slide off the edge of the stage, wanting to get away from him as soon as possible. “I said,” the man growls, grabbing me and slapping me in the face with the handful of bills, “that I want you, you little tart. And I’m willing to pay for it, so you’d better screwing –“ I shriek, trying to push away from the man, but he’s so much bigger than me! Suddenly the man shouts and falls away, his grip making me stumble forward. When I find my feet, my eyes go wide to see the Mafia King straightening up, blood on his knuckles. The man who grabbed me - he’s laying on the floor and there’s blood pouring from his mouth. “Oh my god,” I gasp. “Get him out of here!” the Mafia King shouts over to the bouncers, and then he pulls a handkerchief from his pocket as he turns to glare at me, wiping off his hand. I flinch back a step, surprised by the venom in his eyes. “Here,” the Mafia King says, dropping my arm and lifting his stack of bills off the stage alongside the two stacks. “Take it, get out of here.” “Wha…” I breathe as he shoves the money into my hands. “But I…” “Trust me, Bambi,” he says, his voice dry. “You earned it. Now screwing go.” He turns away, putting himself between me and the bouncers, and I turn and run for the bar, ducking behind it. Anthony gapes at me. “Are you all right!?” “Anthony…” I whisper, holding up the piles of cash in my hands, staring at them in awe. “Holy dang Iris!” Anthony whispers, stepping closer and staring at the money. “Look at all that screwing cheddar! For a dance!?” “I know!” I squeak, “this is going to get us so close to paying off the debt –“ Anthony groans, wiping a hand down his face. “What?” I ask, frowning up at him. “I just wish you’d spend it on yourself, Iris, instead of that deadbeat.” “Anthony,” I sigh, my shoulders slumping. “I’m not explaining this to you again.” He rolls his eyes as I sit down on the little stool at the back of the bar. I always hang out with Anthony after my dances, but if he’s going to be mean I’ll just quietly count my cash. While I do, I mentally compose an email that I’ll send to my old friend Christian later. Christian – he would understand. He was my brother’s best friend growing up. Even though he only saw me as a little sister, he always understood me more than anyone else. Plus, he called me Daisy, and I just loved that. I stayed in touch with Christian after he moved away suddenly – but he never replied. And even though I’m sure he doesn’t read my emails…well, I keep up the habit for fun. Inwardly, I debate how to tell Christian about my night. I want to tell him about my triumph – I’ve always wanted Christian to be proud of me. But I do fudge the truth a little in my emails. For instance, I write that I’m a company dancer, which is true… I just don’t mention that my style of dance is exotic, not ballet anymore. I smirk a little, excited to tell Christian that I impressed a powerful client and got a big bonus. But how would he feel, really, if I told him that the client was the Mafia king? I sigh, thinking that Christian probably wouldn’t be happy. He always wanted me to be safe, and dancing for the Mafia King? I’m sure Christian wouldn’t approve. I’m halfway through deciding precisely how to word my email when I hear my name. “Is that Iris?” Two men peer around the edge of the bar. Anthony steps in front of me as I shy away. How did they know my real name? I always go by Bambi here. “Who’s asking?” Anthony asks, wary. “None of your business,” the taller of the brutes says, shoving Anthony aside and stepping forward, looming over me. “Hand over that cash, little girl. You’ve been sold - you work for Don Bonetti now.” My jaw drops almost to the floor. .............................................................................. I stare at the two men in shock, clutching the money to my chest. “What – what the heck are you talking about!?” “Your little boyfriend,” the smaller guy says, sneering and pushing Anthony away when he tries to get to my side. “He sold you to Don Bonetti as part of his debt.“ “What!?” I shout, jumping to my feet. The cat house!? They’re trying to make me work as a prostitute!? I stumble backwards, my back pressing into the countertop at the back of the bar. “There must be some mistake – you have the wrong girl –“ “No, we don’t,” the first guy says, reaching out and grabbing my arm. “Iris Scott? Yeah, your boyfriend Steven showed us a picture. We knew you the second you stepped on stage.” He leans closer now, leering into my face. “We also know where you go to school, and where your best friend lives – so don’t even try to escape.” “Here,” the second guy says, shoving a phone towards me, the video already playing. My attention is immediately fastened on the screen, because I recognize the voice I hear. I gasp, realizing that it’s Steven. I lean forward, staring at the video, which shows Steven sitting on the couch. He’s crying, a gun pointed at him, and he’s begging the two men standing before him – telling them to take whatever they want, he just needs more time. My eyes go wide when I hear the next words spill from his mouth, because he offers them me. Steven tells them everything that I’m a stripper and where I work. When he tells them how much money I bring in every month, their eyebrows go up. One of the mobsters on the screen makes a phone call – maybe confirming the details? I don’t know. In the video, Steven babbles on, revealing information that shocks me to the core. Steven's entrepreneurial ventures are all a façade. He was secretly performing some backdoor accounting for the mafia. But he embezzled the mafia funds, thinking he could buy and sell crypto without them noticing and keep the profits for himself! Suddenly, everything makes sense - Steven insisting we get a new apartment really fast, Steven staying inside all the time, Steven drinking more, Steven allowing me to earn money to pay off his debt while he stays in the house staring at the computer all day... “She’s – she’s a virgin too!” Steven stumbles out in the video, his eyes frantic. “That will be worth more, won’t it? You can like – action off her v-card to the highest bidder!” I blush and an angry huff of air falls from my lips, not only because that’s a lie but because my boyfriend is actually trying to sweeten the pot! Not only is Steven not fighting for me - he’s trying to get more out of the deal by convincing these mobsters that I’m worth more! In the video, the mobster gets off the phone and nods to the guy with the gun. Then all three agree to the deal. Me – all of me, forever, to do whatever they want with – for half of Steven’s debt. I go pale at that, because either Steven has sold me for a couple of grand, or he is way, way more in debt than I thought he was. “That’s enough,” the smaller man in front of me snaps, ripping the phone away as the big guy grabs me by the shoulders. “You’re coming with us, pretty girl. Time to get to work.” “Get your hands off me!” I shout, trying to kick, to rip free – anything. “It’s the twenty-first century! You can’t just buy girls from their boyfriends! This is ridic-“ I shriek, pushing hard at his chest. The big man glances at the smaller man when he sees that I’m frantic, that I won’t go peacefully. “Get the rabble bag on the phone.” Suddenly Steven’s Facetime is flashing before me. “Steven!” I gasp as his face appears on the screen. “What’s – what’s happening!? Tell these guys to get off of me! I –“ “Iris,” Steven sighs, but a nasty little sneer in his voice steals my voice. I go perfectly still, staring at him. “I told you I didn’t want your dirty money anyway – but you insisted. You dug your own grave with this one.” My blood runs absolutely cold, wiping out even the fear from my veins. “Tell them to get their hands off me, Steven,” I growl, glaring at him. “If you don’t want my dirty money, fine, but I am not paying another dang cent to your dirty debt –“ “Why don’t you go cry to that ‘old friend’ you’re always emailing,” Steven snaps, his voice nasty. “He’ll get you out of it, won’t he?” He leans forward to the camera. My jaw drops open because – I mean, I have told Steven so much about how my childhood friendship with Christian means to me, how much I miss him. But I never expected him to throw it in my face like this. “Just as I thought,” Steven says, rolling his eyes. “You’re just a tart, Iris. Always mooning on about your childhood crush, more dedicated to a memory than to me. If you really did love me, you’d go with these guys willingly to help me pay of this debt! Guess that was a lie too. I always knew you were a hooker – that you worked at that strip club because you like getting these rabble bags off –“ “Shut your god dang mouth, Steven,” I snap, and to my surprise he does, turning back to the phone to stare at me. Because I never, ever talk to him like that. “At least Christian would never have treated me this way. But I am going to make you pay for this,” I hiss, “if it is the last thing I ever do.” “Yeah, yeah,” the guy holding me says, jerking me away from the phone. “That’s enough – come on, let’s go.” The smaller guy ends the call and the big guy starts to haul me away, but I kick and scream, demanding that they get their dang hands off of me. Suddenly, the sound of a champagne cork pops, and I gasp as champagne sprays over me, dripping down from above. The guy holding my arms shouts and drops me, starting to wipe at his face into which a stream of champagne is flowing – “Oh, I’m so sorry!” Anthony’s voice rings out. “How could this have happened!? I’m so clumsy!” But I don’t have time to look at Anthony, or to try to understand the diversion he set up for me - because the big man has dropped my arms. And I screwing run. .............................................................................. I say a little prayer of thanks to Anthony as I bolt, clutching my money and throwing myself through the curtain at the back of the bar. Behind me I hear shouting and the sound of something that sounds like a fist on flesh – God, I hope Anthony is okay – But there’s no time to worry about him. I hear another shout as I’m halfway down the hall and I suddenly realize that there’s no way I’m getting into the dressing room without those two jerks seeing me if they give chase. So, I make a split decision and grab the knob to the rarely-used closet I know is here, whipping it open and hurling myself in. Suddenly, a sound erupts back in the club.BANG BANG! I gasp, slapping my hands over my ears. God, it sounds like fireworks were lit off inside the club – or like gunshots. Screams erupt in the VIP room, and girls in the dressing room start to shout and panic as well. I gasp, pressing myself deeper into the dark closet, listening to pounding footsteps running up and down the hall as everyone tries to run out. “She must have gone on to the dressing room!” A deep voice shouts just outside the closet door. I bite my lip as hope rushes through me, because that sounded a lot like the big guy. “What the screw are you doing in my club?!” My breath freezes in my chest. My hope is dashed, because that’s Pete, my manager – and he’s stopped right outside the closet door. “Get the screw out of here! This is a respectable joint – you can’t come in here and -“ “Listen, tootshiehole,” the big guy snarls. I can’t help peering through the crack in the door. The big guy grabs Pete by the collar, curling his bicep so that Pete is basically dangling from his fist, his feet scrabbling for purchase on the floor. “We do whatever we want in here, okay?” the big brute snaps, leaning in close to Pete’s face so that it’s sprayed with spittle. I go pale then as mobster pulls a gun out of his suit jacket, pointing it right at Pete’s head. “Now,” he says, his voice dangerous and soft. “You show me where that girl went.” “This way –“ Pete’s voice squeaks, his face turning red with fear and lack of air. “I’ll show you –“ Silently, I curse Pete for being a traitor like Steven – though honestly, with a gun to his head, I’m not sure that’s entirely fair. The big guy lowers Pete, and Pete darts forward, leading him to the dressing room. I shriek suddenly, my head flying up as I hear two more gunshots and the door whips open. My eyes are wide with terror as I look, expecting the brute, or his smaller, smarmy friend – But this man – he’s neither of them – he has dark hair that falls into his eyes, and I gasp in surprise when I see that his shirt is covered in blood. “Come on, Bambi,” the man snaps, his voice dry as he reaches into the closet and tugs me by the wrist, making me stumble forward into the hall. I tripping on something on my way out of the closet and my mouth falls immediately open when I catch a glimpse of a body laying in the doorway to the dressing room, blood all around its head – I can’t fully see at this distance, but I gasp because I’d swear it’s the big brute, the one who was chasing me. But before I can even look any closer the man tugs me up straight before his shoulder hits me in the stomach and I am lifted up into the air over it, hoisted high as he wraps his arm around the back of my thighs. He holds me tight as he starts to stride back towards the club. “Let me down!” I shout, pounding on his back as best I can with my hands still full of my cash. He just shakes me, frustrated, trying to get me to shut up and stop moving as he strides the length of the club, where patrons and dancers are shouting, fleeing for the doors. I shout along with them, my words mingling with theirs, but this man completely ignores me. My cries are frantic as I continue to pound on his man’s back – who is he!? Does he work for the Mafia Don who bought me – is he taking me to the tart house!? I struggle and kick, but I go absolutely still with shock when the man spanks me hard on my mostly-bare tootshie with the flat of his palm. “Stay still, Bambi,” he orders, laughing, his voice cold. “You’re making this way harder than it needs to be.” I’m still gaping in shock as he carries me right out the front door. I turn my head in both directions, trying to see where he’s taking me, and a black SUV skids to a stop immediately in front of the club. The man carrying me doesn’t break his stride, instead carrying me around the car and wrenching the back door open to toss me bodily inside. He slams the door shut behind me and I pant, my head spinning with anxiety. But I gasp again when I hear someone clear their throat, pressing myself back against the car door when I realize that there is already someone sitting in the dark of the back seat. I go perfectly still as my eyes rove over the figure, which as much man as it is predator. Broad-shouldered, the man lounges in apparent ease in the seat across from me, his tall frame corded with muscle, power dripping from every inch of him. Though he sits in darkness, a shaft of light crosses in a streak across his face, revealing those blue eyes that I recognize… My jaw drops open when I realize that…that it’s the Mafia King. Who…who is this man? Why am I in his car? Because…the Mafia King is different from Don Bonetti, who apparently owns me now – in fact, they’re famous rivals. So why… I jump, suddenly, when the front ptootshieenger door wrenches open and the man who carried me leaps in. “Let’s screwing go!” he shouts. “Hit it, Frankie!” My head snaps to the driver – is that Frankie? – who nods and slams his foot down on the gas, the car ripping forward away from the club. I start to shake now, both from the cold outside of the club as well as my fear – Who are these men? What do they want with me? Are they…are they going to make me… “Well, Bambi,” the man on the other side of the car says, bringing my eyes immediately back to him. His voice oddly accents my stage name like he knows it’s fake. “You sure as heck started a lot of trouble for me tonight. We’re going to have to -” But his words are interrupted by a huge crash and my scream as the rear window of the car shatters, the sound of gunshots echoing in the air. .............................................................................. I scream again, covering my head and ducking down as low as I can go, my feet drifting over the back seat and kicking the Mafia King in the thigh – “screwing go, Frankie!” the Mafia King shouts, “they’re on our god dang tail!” “Get down!” the Mafia King shouts, ducking and throwing his body over mine as Frankie pulls the car hard to the right, our tires squealing on the road. I scream then, I think, curl back up into my ball, muttering prayers I haven’t said since I was a kid in Catholic grade school, and which I didn’t really believe then. But now I’m begging anyone who might be out there listening to please, please save my life. The bullets stop, and I feel the Mafia King’s weight lift off of me. I start to raise my own head, but suddenly our whole car wrenches to the side and I can tell, somehow, that we’ve been hit from behind. “screwing turn, Frankie!” the Mafia King shouts, frantic, pulsing more bullets out of the broken window. “I can’t – there’s no place to –“ “Onto 42(nd) street!” the guy in the ptootshieenger seat shouts, his voice frustrated and sharp with fear. “On it!” Frankie shouts now, wrenching the wheel to the side so sharply that the whole car bends to the right – The car turns up on two wheels and I shout in fear as my body slides across the back seat. Lights flash across the windows and horns blare, because Frankie is cutting off a whole line of traffic to make the turn. My shout turns to a scream as I go completely airborne, but suddenly hands snatch me, one grabbing my waist, the other flying to my head and covering my skull the moment before it smacks into the gltootshie of the window – I gasp, my eyes flying open as I’m pulled into the Mafia King’s lap, and as my eyes meet his I realize that if his hand hadn’t been there to take the impact against the gltootshie, my brains would be all over this car right now. I stare into wide-eyed into his face, which is suddenly so close to mine. Our SUV rights itself onto four wheels and flies down the street, weaving madly between traffic. The Mafia King as he curses fluidly, ripping his gaze from mine and towards Frankie. He shakes his hand out to get rid of the pain. “Did we lose them!?” “You tell me, boss!” Frankie calls over his shoulder, and – with me still in his lap – the King twists, looking out the back window. I look too but… All I see are taxis, sedans. No sign of them. “For now,” the King growls, tense. “We’ve lost them for now.” He looks for a few more moments but then his body relaxes, just a little bit. He exhales sharply and turns back to the front of the car. “Brown Street apartment, Frank,” he says, cooler now than he was before. “We’ve got to lay low for a while.” “You got it,” Frankie says, still driving quickly but blending into traffic a little bit more now. After all, nothing screams criminal activity like flying through the city with a broken back window and a kidnapped stripper. It makes sense that they want to blend, now, so that we can disappear. So that we won’t be found by whoever was chasing us, for whatever reason. “Please,” I breathe, my voice shaky – and I surprise myself when I hear the word come from my lips. I said it without thinking. The Mafia King immediately turns his attention to me. “You can – you can have it all –“ I say, gesturing towards the cash scattered all over the back seat now, blowing lightly in the wind coming through the back window. “Just…let me go…” The Mafia King studies me for a long moment and the he smirks. “A third of that money was mine not long ago,” he says, his voice cold, calculating. “And I gave it up readily enough for a dance. What makes you think that that,” he says, nodding to the money on the seat and the floor, “is going to be enough to buy your freedom?” I hesitate, not knowing what the answer should be. “I’ll – I’ll get you more,” I mumble, desperate. “I can work –“ His smirk deepens and he stares at me, starting to shake his head a little, almost in…disbelief? I don’t know – I don’t get it. I can’t read his expression. “Please,” I beg, my voice soft as my eyes fill with tears. “Please don’t give me to Don Bonetti…don’t sell me to the cat house…” The Mafia King’s arm tightens around me as his face falls with sadness, pity even. And suddenly he’s cradling me against him, raising his hand and softly running his knuckles down my cheek, staring into my eyes. “Iris,” he murmurs, and I go still when I hear my name on his lips. And suddenly, I remember something. I was too distracted then, but he called me Iris before, didn’t he? After I finished dancing… Is he somehow connected to Bonetti too? “How…” I whisper, shaking my head at him in confusion, “how do you know my name?” “Iris…” he whispers, “don’t you recognize me?” I pull back a little, studying him, taking in the strong line of his lightly stubbled jaw, his straight nose, the blue-grey eyes under dark brows…. And as I stare at him I realize that there really is something familiar about him, especially about his eyes. I’m not just imagining it. But I can’t put together what… “You’re the Mafia King,” I murmur, frowning at him, willing my mind to put the pieces together. Because I’m missing something here, I just know it. “Yes, and?” he says, raising an eyebrow at me in a way that strikes some sort of memory. How – how the heck did I know he was going to raise his eyebrow like that? “And you…kidnapped me? To get…revenge? On Bonetti? Or because I saw someone get shot? Or…” He smiles at me, more broadly now, letting his eyes flick over my features. “I kidnapped you to protect you, Daisy.” My eyes widen as I hear my childhood nickname on his lips and everything snaps into place. Memories come flooding back to me in an instant. Late-summer twilights spent running through the back fields with the boy who called me Daisy, after my favorite flower. Sneaking out at midnight with my brother to go to the house next door, to play board games until dawn with the boy who lived there – where he taught me to play poker. A thousand winter afternoons building snow forts with my brother and with his laughing, blue-eyed best friend… “Christian,” I breathe, my fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt. I stare at him unblinking, like he’ll disappear if I take my eyes off him for a second – like I’ll lose him again, forever this time. “Hey, my little one,” he murmurs, softly stroking my cheek. “I will never take my eyes off you. ”	LEARN_MORE	https://www.novel-oasis.com/share/middle/srbxz4zw5	Lereader-Perfect Novel	https://www.facebook.com/61550076675613/	692	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	www.novel-oasis.com	VIDEO		https://www.novel-oasis.com/share/middle/srbxz4zw5zy02jil3f2la2f3?ad_id={{ad.id}}&sid=120218211199980653&campaign={{campaign.name}}&adgroup={{adset.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-3.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/482191620_570078589396284_5855882069572864163_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=EMHoRTAEpdcQ7kNvgHGTCri&_nc_oc=AdiG4thL02VkyU7s6eStoiqwuUMsvYoKNRHwVbL7RgB5md7RYrb6spnaPQx3u8IxfZ24oXUr1BSrBdsJjyb8KbeB&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-3.xx&_nc_gid=AaoexfKZdUqnmtX_oN_5QzW&oh=00_AYDEFvG1xEMxtBJFH4vdz9afTbmBrZH9mYo4kXF0nemgdg&oe=67CBC713	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Lereader-Perfect Novel	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,759,571	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2759095}'	No	2025-03-03 14:15	active	2775	Hút M.ỡ An Toàn: Sự Thật Về Thời Gian Hồi Phục Theo Sang	💢 HÚT M.Ỡ VÀ THỜI GIAN HỒI PHỤC: SỰ THẬT VÀ CẢNH BÁO TỪ BÁC SĨ SANG 💡 Bạn đang tìm kiếm giải pháp cho vóc dáng hoàn hảo thông qua phương pháp hút m.ỡ? Hãy khoan tin vào những lời quảng cáo ngọt ngào về việc "hút mỡ xong là đẹp ngay, không đau, không cần nghỉ dưỡng" mà bạn thường thấy trên mạng. Sự thật là mọi ca phẫu thuật thẩm mỹ, kể cả hút m.ỡ, đều cần thời gian hồi phục và chăm sóc kỹ lưỡng. ⏳ Thời gian hồi phục sau khi hút m.ỡ sẽ phụ thuộc vào nhiều yếu tố như: ➖ Phương pháp phẫu thuật: Hút m.ỡ ít xâm lấn sẽ giúp rút ngắn thời gian hồi phục, nhưng bạn vẫn cần ít nhất 1-2 tuần để cơ thể dần ổn định. ➖ Tình trạng sức khỏe cá nhân: Nếu cơ thể bạn khỏe mạnh và tuân thủ đúng hướng dẫn từ bác sĩ, thời gian phục hồi sẽ nhanh hơn. ➖ Quá trình chăm sóc hậu phẫu: Chăm sóc đúng cách sau phẫu thuật rất quan trọng để đảm bảo kết quả an toàn và hiệu quả. 🚫 Cảnh giác trước những lời quảng cáo hoa mỹ Những lời quảng cáo quá hấp dẫn về việc không đau, không nghỉ dưỡng, không biến chứng chỉ nhằm lôi kéo khách hàng và có thể gây ra nhiều hậu quả không mong muốn. Thực tế, một quy trình hút mỡ an toàn luôn yêu cầu: ➖ Bác sĩ giỏi chuyên môn trực tiếp thực hiện. ➖ Thiết bị y tế hiện đại và quy trình đảm bảo tại bệnh viện đạt chuẩn. ➖ Thời gian hồi phục để cơ thể có thể tái tạo và hồi phục sau khi bị xâm lấn. 👉 Là người hành nghề y với hơn 12.000 ca phẫu thuật thành công, BS Sang luôn nhấn mạnh rằng khách hàng cần tỉnh táo, không nên vội vàng tin vào những lời quảng cáo quá hoa mỹ. Hãy lựa chọn nơi có uy tín, đội ngũ bác sĩ tay nghề cao, và quan trọng hơn hết là hãy đặt sức khỏe của bạn lên hàng đầu. ---------------------------------------- Bác Sĩ CKI Võ Thanh Sang - Hơn 16 Năm Kinh Nghiệm PTTM & 12.000 Khách Hàng ! 📕Được Sở Y Tế Cấp Giấy Phép Hoạt Động Về Phẫu Thuật Thẩm Mỹ Theo Số: 050864/HCM-CCHN	MESSAGE_PAGE		Bác Sĩ Võ Thanh Sang	https://www.facebook.com/bsck1.vothanhsang/	37,257	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		VIDEO	Inbox hoặc gọi ngay để được nhận tư vấn trực tiếp từ BS Võ Thanh Sang		1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/472787461_591917150424446_3993355923125050633_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=QpW2sl_6AWgQ7kNvgFWtKOe&_nc_oc=AdgNzvDaf6YlFsX8AmpPz--TmV13sfkymXlRk_9jLEPuhETXPt_4mdUuuVHfe_g9L0hlOO7vBxH7OiHnJcbiJmx1&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AXZltnQPilZ59_0FdFF-Rdi&oh=00_AYDCnjwlPOLEHhZrXJvRx7fXmVxkgzoZ8mDAIRURY6Sh5w&oe=67CBD9CA	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Bác Sĩ Võ Thanh Sang	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,760,327	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-03-03 14:15	active	2775	💟Here in Wehear, vampire/werewolf/billionaire tells their own love affairs! Join 5m female and listen to the best romance!	Mine The two men made room for a third person to walk through, the man who spoke. He was the most gorgeous man in the entire world, standing at 7 ft, with black hair, dark blazing onyx eyes, and high chiseled cheekbones. His blazing gaze stuck on me and slowly, I felt Grayson's arms ease around me and I almost stumbled, but touched the wall for support. The man took three large steps towards me and raised his hand to caress my cheek. I felt sparks rush through my skin, making me jolt back. " Mine," He growled. I was trembling ever so slightly and my heart was pounding as he stared at me like I was worth everything. I wasn't though. I've been told and reminded that I was nothing every day of my life by the way they treated and mocked me, but the handsome man's gaze on me made me feel like I was worth something. It was a foreign feeling, I didn't know what it was yet but it made me powerless-not in a bad way. I was frozen in place, unable to react, while my eyes were stuck on his. " That girl can't be your mate, she's nothing!" Debbie's infuriating voice shouted, and the king abruptly shifted his gaze to her. Her body instantly started to tremble. She backed away, cold sweat running down her temple, and she stumbled and fell to the ground. " Why the fuck is your son harassing my mate, Mars," he growled. He wasn't loud, but the authoritative tone he commanded made me shiver. Alpha Mars was petrified, " Ma- Mate?" He stuttered as if trying to register it. If this was not a scary situation, I'd laugh at him. Grayson was so stiff, fear evident on his face. " Yes," He extended his hand toward me to take, but I shook my head. I felt dread deep in the pit of my stomach, and I did one thing that came to my mind. Run. " Get her," I heard a bored voice command. I reached outside into the garden and climbed the first tall tree I saw, hoping the men he sent after me wouldn't find me, but they stopped right under me. " Did she fly? How fast is she?" I heard one of the men say. They lingered around. Crack. I closed my eyes shut as the branch I was holding on to broke, and I fell right into the arms of one of the men. He looked down at me with a frown and dropped me to the floor. I landed on my side. I'm sure I was bruised too. " Jett!" His friend hissed. I groaned at the slight pain I felt in my arm. I glared up at the man who dropped me, and then his friends before getting to my feet. I backed away, running to go around him, but he blocked my route. " St- stay away from me," My voice was quivering so badly and the man in front of me only smirked. " What if I don't, teeny bird? What are you going to do? Fly into the sky this time? I doubt those short legs of yours can take far," The blonde guy mocked, and I was affronted. How dare he call me short? At 5'9 ft, I was taller than most girls my age! " The king wants you back, and I'm too drunk to chase you. Let's go back, tiny bird." Jett, I think, said, making his friend chuckle. Was tiny bird a thing now? Seriously? " That man who claims to be my mate is the king?" " Yes," he answered, I already suspected it from his aura, but I couldn't believe it still. " The king of wolves?!" My heart started to pound again. How can I be mated to a freaking king?! " I'm not going to him, he's not my mate, no," I snickered. Adamant on not going in with them. My wolf didn't sense him as my mate, the goddess would not be too callous to pair me up with a killer. My words seemed to stun them, and they glanced at each other. I used this chance to bolt. However, I didn't get far before I was hoisted into the air. One of the giants threw me over his shoulder. I screamed as I hung upside down, hitting his back with my elbow. " Put me down," I yelled to no avail. He carried me towards the hall. He put me down in the most ungraceful manner and I let out a cuss, making the audience gasp at my audacity. Fuck werewolf hearing. I was in front of the high table. No one spoke and I wanted to faint. I didn't know, maybe it was from the way I was carried, or it was the alpha king's grilling gaze on me, but I didn't dare look. Instead, I stole glances at alpha Mars, and beta Steven, who were glaring at me. Grayson just looked disoriented by all this, all the alcohol was gone from his body now, and next to him was Stacy. She was embarrassed by all this, especially since her new husband was all over me earlier. I felt it when the king stood forward, his demeanor carried authority, more power than any alpha I've known. No one compared.	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