The Price Of A Mafia Queen
My marriage to Marco Ricci was a contract signed in blood, a promise to unite the two most powerful families on the East Coast. He was my future, the king chosen to rule beside me. Everyone said our union was destiny.
But he came home smelling of cheap perfume and another woman's lies. It was the scent of Angelia, the fragile orphan his family had taken in, the girl he swore he protected like a sister.
I followed him to a private club. From the shadows, I watched him pull her into his arms and give her a hungry, desperate kiss—a kiss he had never given me. In that instant, my entire future shattered.
I finally understood the whispers from his men that I was just a political prize, while Angelia was their true queen. He wanted my empire, but his heart belonged to her.
I would not be a consolation prize. I would not be second to anyone.
I walked straight into my father's study, my voice as cold as ice. "I'm calling off the wedding."
When he protested, I delivered the final blow. "I will uphold our family's need for an alliance. I will marry Don Dante Valentino."
My father's whiskey glass shattered on the floor. Dante Valentino was our greatest rival.
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Chapter 4
Isabella POV:
The day I was finally cleared to leave the medical wing, Marco was waiting for me, his face a mask of feigned concern. I walked right past him, my gaze fixed on the man standing behind him.
Luca.
He offered me a small, crooked smile. "Ready to escape, *principessa*?"
A weary smile touched my own lips. "More than you know, Luca."
Marco's jaw tightened. "I'll take her home, Luca. She's my responsibility."
"Doesn't look like she wants you," Luca retorted, his eyes glinting with challenge. "Besides, a Don's daughter deserves better than a glorified babysitter. She needs a man who will worship the ground she walks on."
I ignored the burning intensity of Marco's stare. I didn't have the energy for his possessive games.
"Let's go, Luca," I said, my voice quiet.
He offered me his arm, and I took it.
"There's a charity auction tonight," he said as we walked away, leaving Marco standing alone in the sterile white hallway. "A perfect distraction. My treat."
I raised an eyebrow. "And what does Marco Ricci's *consigliere* hope to gain by showering me with gifts?"
He chuckled, a low, confident sound. "I'm not his *consigliere* forever. I have my own ambitions. And they involve a queen who deserves a king, not a boy playing at being one."
For the first time in weeks, a genuine laugh escaped my lips. It was a small, fragile sound, but it was real.
"Fine," I said. "But we're not going for just any distraction. I want the Star of Sicily."
It was a legendary diamond, a flawless blue stone rumored to calm a troubled heart. It was exactly what I needed. My soul felt like a raging storm, and I craved the peace that diamond promised.
The ballroom was a sea of glittering jewels and false smiles. The air was thick with perfume and power. As I stepped through the doors on Luca's arm, a sudden chill washed over me. A cold premonition that crawled up my spine.
And then I saw them.
Marco and Angelia.
He was here to ruin this for me. I knew it as surely as I knew my own name. He would not allow me this one small piece of peace.
The auction began. When the Star of Sicily was presented, a hush fell over the room. It was breathtaking, a piece of the midnight sky captured in stone.
Angelia placed the first bid, a playful, innocent gesture. Then she caught my eye, saw the desperate longing on my face, and theatrically withdrew her bid. "Oh, no," she said, her voice loud enough for those around her to hear. "Isabella wants it. I couldn't possibly take it from her."
It was a perfectly executed move, designed to paint me as the villain.
Marco's eyes met mine across the room. They were hard, cold, and full of challenge. He would make me pay for wanting something for myself.
He raised his paddle. "One million dollars," he declared, his voice ringing through the silent ballroom. "For Angelia."
The humiliation was a physical blow. He was using my family's money, the Moretti fortune, to publicly shame me and reward the woman who had helped him betray me.
A wave of pitying glances washed over me. I could feel their whispers, see their smug smiles. I was the jilted fiancée, the fool.
I would not let him win.
Pride, sharp and fierce, rose up in me. "One and a half million," I called out, my voice shaking only slightly.
The bidding war had begun.
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9.1
When is the worst time to tell someone he's going to be a father?
Probably the day of the wedding...
When he is getting married to someone else.
Well, that is exactly what I did.
But my hands were tied.
Literally.
Matvey Groza is a dangerous man.
And nine months ago, he strolled into my shop looking for a custom suit.
But when I accidentally walked in on him in the changing room,
*I* was the one that ended up needing a new set of clothes.
It was a one-time mistake.
After that... good riddance.
But the pregnancy test I took a month later had other plans.
I kept it a secret from everyone.
Or so I thought.
But when Matvey's enemies learned that I was pregnant with his child,
they kidnapped me and held me hostage.
Until I broke free and ran as fast as I could.
And I had no one else to turn to but the devil himself.
What better time for me to enter the church...
... than as the pastor says, "Speak now or forever hold your peace"?
9.4
Cruel Capone
9.4
Whitney Rivers, a plastic surgeon who dreams of owning her own practice, crosses paths with Casio Capone. Her life takes a turn in a way she never would have expected. What started as a chance encounter in the busy streets of New York City turns into a whirlwind connection she can't resist.
Until one day, when everything shattered.
An attempt to get to Casio, Whitney is kidnapped by his enemies as leverage. Entering the dark and violent underworld of the Mafia. Whitney comes face to face with coldblooded killers and the brutal reality of Casio's life.
Caught between danger and desire, will Casio and Whitney's connection become stronger, or will it crash and burn? Will it destroy them or make them unstoppable?
7.3
Jolene flies to Italy broke and desperate for a PA job. She walks into the wrong room and finds a man naked in the shower. She can't stop staring. He notices.
The interview is brutal. Two men, Marco and Enzo, tear her apart, humiliate her, and dismiss her. She thinks she failed.
Then Enzo gets in the car. It was all a test. They wanted to see if she'd break. She didn't. The job is hers.
But they don't want a normal assistant. They want control. They touch her when they want, stand too close, give orders that cross every line.
On her first night, Marco tells her to take off her blouse.
Jolene has to choose: obey or walk away with nothing.
The problem? Part of her doesn't want to leave.
9.0
I shattered my knee jumping in front of a silver bullet meant for him.
The poison seeped into my marrow, putting my wolf into a coma and leaving me crippled.
I thought my sacrifice would secure his love forever.
Instead, five years later, Brennan stood in a warehouse while a Rogue held a silver-laced dagger to my throat.
Beside me sat Debbi, his mistress—a spy who had staged the whole kidnapping.
"You can only save one," the kidnapper sneered.
Brennan didn't even hesitate.
He looked me in the eye, his gaze cold and devoid of the bond we once shared.
"I choose Debbi," he said.
He walked out with her in his arms, leaving his Fated Mate to bleed out on the concrete floor.
As the blade dug into my skin, I felt the mate bond snap.
He thought I died in the explosion that followed.
He spent weeks howling in grief when he finally realized Debbi was a traitor and he had killed the only woman who truly loved him.
But he was wrong.
I didn't die.
A federal agent pulled me from the fire, and the trauma didn't kill my wolf—it woke her up.
A year later, Brennan walked into a small bistro in Italy, looking for redemption.
He fell to his knees when he saw me standing there, healed and glowing with the aura of a White Wolf.
"Alyssa," he wept, reaching for me. "I'm so sorry. I'll do anything."
I looked him dead in the eye, my gaze icy blue.
"Get out," I said. "We don't serve traitors here."
7.4
MAFIA DESIRE
7.4
In the city where power was inherited through bloodshed and silence, love was the most dangerous liability of all.
She emerged from the shadows like a secret the underworld had failed to bury-elegant, unreadable, and far more lethal than she appeared. Every step she took echoed with intention. Every smile concealed a calculation. Men underestimated her. They always did. And they always paid for it.
He was young, brilliant, and already feared. A rising king in a world that devoured the weak, carrying ambition like a loaded weapon. He didn't trust easily, didn't hesitate, and didn't believe in fate-until her presence began to unravel everything he thought he controlled.
Their connection wasn't born of innocence or chance. It was forged in danger, sealed by secrets, and fueled by a hunger neither of them dared to name. In a world ruled by betrayal, they found something far more terrifying than enemies-each other.
Because when desire collides with power, and love becomes a threat, survival is no longer guaranteed.
And in the mafia, nothing is more deadly than wanting what you're not supposed to have.
9.3
WARNING!! THIS STORY CONTAINS A LOT OF MATURE THEMES, ELEMENTS OF HARDCORE BDSM, PRAISE KINKS, SLUT-SHAMING KINKS, AND DEGRADATION KINKS. READ WITH CAUTION.
(BOOK ONE OF THE DELUCA KINGS SERIES)
Serena would do anything to uncover the death of her parents, including sleeping with the most dangerous man in New York, Nero DeLuca. And he knows this, so he strings her along so he can see how far she's willing to go.
***
"Get on your knees," Nero said.
"Excuse me-"
"You're my submissive, and you exist for the sole purpose of my pleasure. I don't tolerate defiance. When I say get on your knees, you get on your knees."
"Yes," I replied as I got on my knees, hating how much his commanding tone turned me on.
He put his finger under my chin and lifted it so I could look at him.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good girl. Now get on the bed and show me that beautiful cunt. I want to see what it looks like before I destroy it with my cock. Tonight, the whole of New York will know you belong to me. I'll not take anything less than you screaming my name, and by the time I'm done with you, you'll feel me between your legs for a week."