Born in Mafia Blood

The sound of my rapid beating heart was louder than the clanking of my Louboutin’s against the stone path I was following. I turned another corner of this huge fortress and came face to face with the most beautiful courtyard-garden I have ever seen. The place was huge and filled with lots of the finest wildflowers one could buy. There was a large white tent in the middle of the garden that had a long table that was decorated with the finest china. Every single detail was white—playing into the engagement theme. There were even twinkly lights that were strung up in the luscious trees, giving the place an intimate feel.Everything looked absolutely gorgeous. This had Cara’s touch all over the place. She was obsessed with perfection and always made sure everything flowed together well. There was no doubt in my mind that this place was decorated by her imagination. My eyes roamed over the vast garden, seeing people of all international stature. They all had that mafia touch, no matte

Even though I could recognize my father, he looked rough. Time has not been great to him and that internally pleased me. I was glad life had been handing him shit-pie's, even if he did hold some kind of power in the mafia. One day it would catch up to him and he would meet his end. My cautious eyes roamed over him, noticing the wrinkles in his tan skin. His stubble was uneven and graying in some areas. His once jet black hair was thinning and even turning grey in some areas like his beard. He was overweight and his build was still stuck at average. His black suit didn't fit him right. If anything, it was too small and bursting at the seams in some places. He stood at about six foot, but didn't carry that kind of imposing energy that most tall people held.God, how was I ever scared of this man? He was a total joke. Of course his wrists and fingers were adorned with gold. I could even see a chunky gold chain that was branded around his neck. He did everything in his power to sta

Cara and I stared at each other. I think the bombshell of my confession had both of our heads spinning. I know mine was spinning. A soft knock sounded at the door before it was pushed open. Both of our heads snapped to the intruder who just interrupted our private moment. I was surprised to see a little girl—maybe by the age of seven walk into the room. Her pink-silk gown twirled with every step while she curiously looked around the room. “There you are Cara.” She smiled, “My brother’s are looking for you.” Her dark hair was pinned up and curled. She had some tendrils hanging and framing her heart-shaped face perfectly. There were expensive pearls around her neck and even adorning her ears. There wasn’t a speck of makeup on her, considering she didn’t need it. She was adorable. Not to mention the fact that her big brown eyes could captivate anyone who looked into them. "Both of them?" Cara groaned, looking annoyed. The little girl nodded her head before giggling a little

I didn’t know whether to continue eating or run out of here before I was killed in cold blood. There was no way Dante Romano would excuse my loose tongue and the way I talked back to him. Men like him didn’t hesitate to kill anything on site that disrespected them. “Are you gonna finish your tuna?” Ella nudged me, bringing me back to reality. “Mhmm.” I hummed like a robot before picking up my spoon and stuffing my mouth with the last of the tuna tartar before the waitstaff was taking our plates away. Come to think of it, the last name Romano sounded familiar. I just didn’t think too deeply about it to realize that Dante and Lorenzo were the Romano brothers and sons of Giuseppe Romano. I mean, I should have been more aware and put the signs together. Now here I am, sitting in this massive beautiful estate, feeling stressed and anxious because I thought it was a good idea to come here in the first place. "Please excuse Isabella." Mr. Morelli tried to speak on my behalf

DANTE’S POV My whole existence was laid out before me when I was conceived. I knew from a young age that I was meant to be king. The mafia world belonged to me when I was in diapers and it still belonged to me now at the age of thirty. Sometimes I try and remember when it clicked for me as a child when I lost my humanity, but I honestly can’t remember. It makes me wonder if I was ever born with feelings and emotions—because I honestly don’t think I was. But seeing Isabella for the first time—I felt things I’ve never felt before. Intrigue. Desire. Longing. It was her eyes that made my breath hitch—like my mind forgot how to tell my body to breathe. Her hazel orbs were mesmerizing and the rest of her body made my once cold heart, warm. Her curvy figure and large breasts made any ounce of restraint I had, start to vanish. I wanted to kidnap her and chain her to my bed and never let her leave. Her long dark hair was curled down her back. I wanted to wrap my fist wi