LOGINIsabella was born in the mafia, but she wasn’t born of royalty. All she knew was pain and ran away from a life of chaos and destruction before it could kill her. Now, she’s older and a defense attorney living in New York City. All was going well until she received a letter from the one person who has always looked out for her. She was getting married and wanted Isabella to come home and witness her union. Isabella wanted to refuse, but she knew she had to do it. Now that she’s back home, she’s thrusted back into the flames of Mafia life. A certain man has his eyes on her and won’t let her leave. What will happen when Isabella learns that the very man who sets her body ablaze, is a man who runs the same Mafia she’s running from? This is a story about finding love in all the wrong places, and how forgiving the past can open you up to a beautiful future.
View More“I’m sorry, Bella.” Cara apologized as I helped her into her magnificent dress, “I only lied because I didn’t want you too leave right away.” “Mhmhm.” I hummed flatly as I zipped her up in the back. “Seriously Bella.” She whined, “I’ve missed you so much and I just wanted you to stay so we could hang out and catch up.” “Damn, the zipper won’t go any further.” I hissed, making Cara freak out. “WHAT?!” I snickered, “Just kidding.” Making her glare at me through the huge floor to ceiling mirrors that surrounded us. “Now we’re even.” I huffed before taking a step back and admiring Cara in her wedding dress. Cara made a good decision in choosing Ocean to design her wedding dress. She looked extraordinary—like a true queen at a royal ball. The dress was massive and I mean massive. It was made of the finest fabric and was the perfect definition of a princess dress. The bottom of the dress flared with lots of sparkly tulle like fabric. The bodice of the dress was str
My heels clanked against the expensive marble as I made my way down the stairs of the west wing in Dante's vacation house. The longer I pondered on it, I knew Dante had a hand in today's ensemble. The rack full of designer dresses were exactly my size, including the various options of expensive heels I could choose from. Not to mention the sets of pure diamonds that sparkled underneath the fluorescent lights that I had my pick to choose from. I felt like a princess. I honestly could get used to this lifestyle, but it isn't entirely ideal. I found my way into the formal dining room, seeing Cara and Ella sitting at the table and enjoying the full spread in front of them. Some of Dante's men were stationed around the dining room, silently guarding us. This was part of the life I didn't like--always having someone breath down your neck because you needed protection from enemies that were always lurking in the shadows, waiting to devour you. I watched as their dark eye
I was suddenly awoken by the sound of Cara's chirpy voice surging through my exhausted state. "Wakey, wakey!" She practically sang, "It's time to get up!" "No!" I protested, feeling overly exhausted from the lack of sleep I received last night. My dreams were plagued by a certain Don, no matter what I tried to do to forget about him. All I could do was picture how that scene in the kitchen should have finished, if I didn't push him off of me and run away. The dirty things I dreamed about last night, should have been a crime. God, my whole existence should be a crime. I had dreams of Dante's face in between my legs as he devoured my needy cunt inside-out. Then I had dreams of Dante shoving his monstrous cock into my mouth and speaking such dirty things to me, that it made me cum. The icing on the cake was the way Dante pried my legs apart and shoved his thick cock inside of me before completely ruining me on that kitchen counter and eventually releasing his seed and having
It didn't take Dante long to whip something up for me. I was honestly surprised to learn that he knew his way around the kitchen, and he looked good doing it too. There was nothing soft about Dante, but here he was, acting all domesticated to cook me a late night meal. Before I knew it, a plate of eggs Benedict was being placed in front of me. My mouth watered at the sight as a pleasant smell wafted through my nose, making my mouth water tremendously. If I didn't watch him cook this, I would have never guessed that he made it. The plate looked expertly crafted and everything was placed perfectly on the plate with nothing out of place. Dante handed me a fork and knife and rested against the counter, waiting for me to try his master piece. His calculating gaze was intimidating, but turned me on just the same. I gave into his silent plea and dug into the food. My first bite was spectacular and had me rethinking my judgement about this dangerous mafia Don. There m






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