She was born into a Mafia Family. She enjoyed being the Mafia Boss. She wanted to be accepted as the Ruthless Female Mafia Boss. But, true love conquers her without warning, making her soft, pliable, and weak. Her future in a Mafia World collapsed and tumbled down. Her siblings evolved as one of the Ruthless Mafia Families in the Dark World. Could it be the end of her reign, or success, and take revenge?
View MoreTarzan brushed Desmond’s warning aside as if a pesky fly buzzed in his ear. That didn’t bode well for the older man. “Because of you, I’ll be lucky if he comes home at all. When are you going to listen? You’re bad for him. Bad. I’ve said it from the beginning.” He pressed on, turning his wrath away from her and pinning Desmond with a steely-eyed glare.His words cut deep, but she had learned the hard way that verbal wounds healed. If something happened to Daniel? Nothing would ever be okay again. She raised her gaze, locked eyes with a man she should fear, and demanded an answer.“Tell me where Daniel and Damon are right now and don’t you dare give me some pompous, high-handed bullshit, old man. I want answers.”Tarzan swiveled his scowl back her way, a beefy hand poised to give her a taste of his knuckles.She narrowed her eyes.God, don’t let Daniel walk in now. He’d end up killing his father.She braced for impact and dared him with a glare to go through with it. It would hurt, but
Daniel’s father took up the space of two men and stood a good head and a half taller than her five-five height. He aimed her way, pushing through chairs and tables, empty or not, wild, furious, eyes landed on hers as the double doors to the diner swung shut behind the man who carried the same face as her lover, only a few years older. Handsome, with a streak of silver through his sideburns and a thick beard trimmed close to the chin.The man never held a kind word for her, but today he seemed riled up more than usual. As soon as he’d learned about her, Damon, and Daniel, he’d been angry and the crinkled skin at the corners of his eyes only grew deeper. If wrath had a color she would say it matched the same stormy blue clouds swirling a nasty tempest in his irises. His mouth pulled back in a fierce grimace making him appear ten years older and meaner than a hell-bound priest.Anya’s back went straight and her eyebrows inched up at the wall of muscle plowing toward her.He tossed people
Baguio City, PhilippinesSpecial? Sometimes she had to stop and wonder too. Anya Mancini pressed the phone close to her mouth and whispered, “I swear there’s something in the water. The men here are well-hung, well-built, and fuck like they are made to pleasure women twenty-four/seven. Which by my experience, they are, and if you want to know how I know all the men are well endowed, two words: Risky Whiskey.”Silence fed through the line before a string of bubbly laughter met her ear.Snickers and a few sputtered laughs sounded from a few tables down. She dared a look over her shoulder. Heat climbed the back of her neck as Damon Castillo shot her a quizzical look from across the bar with a smirk on his face as if sensing the Blue Mountain Ridge crew was being talked about.Lord help her, that Castillo smirk as she liked to call it. Every single one of the Castillo siblings had it and used it like a weapon of mass destruction on the poor female population of Castillo Ridge.Whether tou
Zandra and Xander's Daughter - Anya “So you’re saying sex with two men is better than one? Just want to be clear I’m hearing my sister, the strait-laced school teacher correctly.”Anya Franco Mancini pressed her lips together in an attempt to smother a laugh. With her cell phone balanced between her shoulder and chin, it proved to be a challenge to wipe leftover food off tables, gather empty plates left behind by the lunch hour crowd, and convince her younger sister she wasn’t as uptight as she wanted to make her out to be.“I’m just saying. Maybe if you were to come up and find a handsome man or two of your own you could see what I’m talking about.” Not that she’d had a lot of time on her hands outside of teaching and working part-time as a waitress to help her sister through med school. As it was, school loans would be haunting them for the next decade, if not longer.“Sounds like an adventure, for sure.” Restlessness strung across the wires and Anya did everything not to sigh too
Zandra Franco POVI never wanted a big wedding. Growing up, I wasn’t the type of girl who dreamed about flowing white dresses, enough flowers to open a florist shop or exorbitantly expensive multi-tier cakes. I’m perfectly content with what I have—my family in attendance and my man standing proudly at the altar.We’re in a small chapel, tucked away in one of the city's quieter, more peaceful corners. I’m dressed in the same wedding dress Mom wore when she married Dad, the very same veil on my head. There are no words to describe how honored I am to wear it. I hope one day, I get to pass it on to my own daughter to wear at her wedding, and perhaps even my granddaughter after her. Little things like these, full of sentiment and love, are how traditions are born.Dad and I stand just in front of the main entrance to the chapel. Everyone’s taken their seats, and the music is beginning to swell. I know he had his reservations when I first agreed to marry Andrei, but instead of bitterness,
“Come along, dear,” Mom says to Xander, ignoring Dad outright. “Would you care for a pot of tea? Maybe a soda?”“A glass of water would be great.”“Wait a damn minute!” Dad exclaims. Mom waves a hand dismissively. “You can wait, Lion. Calm down a bit before you join us, okay?”In moments like these, I remember how cool my mother can be. Dad may be a hard, cold, badass where the Mafia is concerned, but it takes one hell of a woman to tame him.With a shaky breath, I take Xander’s hand and guide him in. Here goes nothing.In the entire history of awkward family dinners, I’m pretty sure this one takes the cake.Dad has his gun on the dining table in clear view, a threat. Cassandra and Alessandro sit on either side of Xander and me, glancing at each other uncomfortably like they’re both waiting for the shooting to start. Mom serves dinner with a small, reserved smile, doing her best to move things along. Bless her for trying, but it’s really not working.I’m not sure who’s angrier at who
It’s an impossible question and I think he knows it. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for my brothers, for the empire we’re trying to build. We came from nothing, and now we rule half the city? I obviously take pride in all we’ve accomplished…But it feels hollow. The only person I really want to celebrate my achievements with is the one person who’s no longer here. Things between Zandra and me were never supposed to happen the way they did, but what we found was better than I ever could have hoped.“In an ideal world,” I answer, “I’d have both. But if I had to choose… I’d pick her.”I see no judgment in his eyes, no cause to be defensive. Leo simply nods, opens the door, and steps aside to let someone enter. A woman. One with flowing red hair and startling blue eyes. I’m either seeing a ghost, or I’m looking right at—“Cassandra?” I breathe. “What are you doing here?”“I don’t have a lot of time,” she says quickly. “If Dad finds out I’m here, I might as well just shoot myself.” “What’s
Zandra Franco POV “At least a month ago,” I mumble in disbelief. “A little over a month, actually. And there was one time…”Cassandra sucks in a sharp breath and presses her phone flush against her ear. “Yeah, Aunt Natalia? You’re going to want to bring a pregnancy test.”I’m not entirely sure how long I spend locked in the bathroom, but the incessant checking up on me is starting to get on my nerves. I know my family cares, but knowing they’ve got their ear pressed up against the door while I’m trying to do my business is… Well, it’s a lot.“Do you need any help?” Aunt Natalia asks me.“No,” I reply, exasperated.On the other side, I can hear an exchange of whispers back and forth.“I just don’t think it’s right,” Cassandra says to Mom.“Hush now. It’s your father’s orders.”“And since when do you do what Dad says?”I have no idea what they’re talking about, but I don’t know if I can bring myself to care. I’ve got bigger problems on my plate right now. And by problems, I mean a preg
Breaking in is a simple matter of slipping into the building while a delivery man makes a quick drop-off, the door propped open with his foot. Nobody questions me when I walk into the elevator and arrive at his floor. I keep my eyes down, my face hidden from the building’s cameras. Tonight’s the night I finally make Rossi pay.I’ve been watching him long enough to know he keeps a spare key in the fake plant by his door. All I have to do is retrieve it and walk inside. There, I take a seat in his kitchen, gun pointed at the door, ready and waiting just like when he paid me a visit all those months ago. I’d laugh at how the tables have turned, but I frankly don’t have the energy.Rossi doesn’t arrive until roughly an hour later, long after dark. He doesn’t seem at all surprised when he flicks the light on and sees me. The man very casually shrugs off his jacket and toes off his shoes, joining me in the kitchen without any semblance of urgency or fear.“I was wondering if you were going
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