Born in Mafia Blood

Never in a million years did I think I would come home. It’s only been a place of terror for me and I didn’t want to be reminded of all the horrible things that happened to me as a child. But I had to do this. Cara deserved for me to be here for her engagement party—considering all the things she did for me throughout the years. This was the least I could do for her. I barely get time off work nowadays, but for her, I could always make time. Being a defense attorney will do that to you and I honestly wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. I love my job and it has been a way of getting justice, even though it isn’t justice for that little girl who was always afraid of the demons who seemed to want to take her out. I drove my rented Maybach through large iron gates that enclosed a beautiful Spanish looking fortress—red tiled roofs, white stucco exterior and arched windows and doorways that had Lucious vines growing at every edge. This kind of home was custom ma

“I will cherish this forever.” She sighed dramatically as she looked at the diamond necklace with obsession. “You better.” I rolled my eyes teasingly, “It cost me a fortune.” She laughed and smacked my butt, making my cheeks blush in embarrassment. “Cara.” I hissed, “Everybody’s staring at us you crazy woman.” She waved me off, “Who cares!” “I just got my best friend back. I should be able to act like how I want to act.”I tried to hide my smile, but it was hard. That was my Cara. “And look at these!” Her voice rang out as she reached out and grabbed my breasts before fondling them. “Your body has changed so much.” “Cara!” I slapped her hands away and hugged myself in embarrassment. I could see all the judging eyes, making me start to regret my choice of outfit. I had on a tight black dress that reached down to my ankles. It was professional, but also showcased all of my curves and assets that my business suits usually hid. I rarely showed skin as I started to mature.I gre

My breathing was erratic by the time Cara dragged me upstairs in the beautiful Spanish style estate. I was so upset that I couldn't admire how perfectly crafted everything was. The high ceilings and arch-ways were classic yet breathtaking. The warm colors that painted the walls made everything feel homey. There were priceless paintings and expensive decor, letting me know that whoever owned this house was very wealthy. “That was so uncalled for.” Cara started going off after she dragged me into a random room that was filled with gold decor and high priced pieces. “I hate that man so much! How can he call himself your father!” She approached the mini bar that was stationed in the corner. She grabbed a crystal glass and filled it to the brim of some kind of dark colored liquor.It was either whiskey or bourbon. “I wish my father would’ve killed him a long time ago.” She complained, “Then maybe you wouldn’t have to deal with his disgusting ass.” I couldn’t help the small smile

"Dante." Cara groaned as she used me for support to get off the floor. "Don't be an asshole." The sexy man grumbled, never taking his eyes off of me. Cara held out her hand, offering me help off the floor. I reached out to take her hand, but it was pushed away by Dante who took my hand and pulled me up swiftly. I fell into his arms, getting lost in his manly cologne that smelled like musk and bad decisions. His hard muscles enveloped me and oddly made me feel safe, but also scared at the same time. I cleared my throat and pulled away, "Thank you." He gave me a curt nod before stepping back. “So, who’s this pretty lady you’re looking for Dante?” Cara asked with amusement lacing her voice, “Ella said you were very eager to see her again.” Dante shot her a cold glare that would have anybody running away in fear, but Cara just giggled before throwing herself into her fiancé’s arms. “Bella, meet my husband Lorenzo Romano.” Cara introduced as the man tucked her into his large

I stared at myself in the spotless mirror, trying to calm down. My cheeks were flushed, leaving a trail of red down my neck. I can't believe that just happened. Everybody out there now knows that my boss bent me over the desk in his office and fucked me. I didn't even have to answer the question because my quick get away was answer enough. Then there's also the problem of Dante ordering me to answer that question. What's it to him? Why would I need to tell him if I fucked my boss in his office? It's none of his god damn business. "Ugh!" I growled, feeling so many emotions at once. I thought I was gonna come to Italy and congratulate Cara before going back home to my normal life. I maybe even thought that we would catch up and get drunk together, but I did not expect to find myself in this much chaos. I disrespected the don--the same don who seems to have taken a liking to me. Not to mention the fact that my father is here and annoying as ever. His disgusting