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His Good Girl

Author: ENVY
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-08 08:43:07

It's been about four days since Cara's engagement party. I thought I'd be able to put that night behind me, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about it.

I almost lost my life and it has me pondering on what I should be doing with my life.

I've spent these last four days holding up in Dante's room. I haven't left the room, considering I really couldn't leave. I mean I wasn't a prisoner, but Cara convinced me to at least stay until my wounds healed.

My hand hurt and was still healing day by day. My bruises were starting to fade, but my body was still littered with blue and black marks. My neck was the worst and I could still see Rocco's fingerprints etched into my skin.

He was still torturing me, even from the grave.

Dante has given me space and hasn't come by to see me. I'm sure when I'm sleeping he's stopped by, considering I always smell his cologne lingering in the air after I wake up.

I have no idea how he was doing--which shouldn't have been a concern of mine, but some
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  • Born in Mafia Blood   Unprepared

    “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

  • Born in Mafia Blood   Fibs & Alterations

    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

  • Born in Mafia Blood   I Will Not Fall In Love

    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

  • Born in Mafia Blood   Loose Yourself To Me

    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

  • Born in Mafia Blood   His Good Girl

    It's been about four days since Cara's engagement party. I thought I'd be able to put that night behind me, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I almost lost my life and it has me pondering on what I should be doing with my life. I've spent these last four days holding up in Dante's room. I haven't left the room, considering I really couldn't leave. I mean I wasn't a prisoner, but Cara convinced me to at least stay until my wounds healed. My hand hurt and was still healing day by day. My bruises were starting to fade, but my body was still littered with blue and black marks. My neck was the worst and I could still see Rocco's fingerprints etched into my skin. He was still torturing me, even from the grave. Dante has given me space and hasn't come by to see me. I'm sure when I'm sleeping he's stopped by, considering I always smell his cologne lingering in the air after I wake up. I have no idea how he was doing--which shouldn't have been a concern of mine, but some

  • Born in Mafia Blood   Regret

    ISABELLA'S POVMy eyes fluttered open, leaving me dazed and confused as to why I was asleep in the first place.When did I lay down to sleep?Wasn't I at Cara's engagement party? Before I could brace for it, traumatic memories started to pour in. My limbs burned with pain, reminding me of what happened. I couldn't help the weak whimper that left my lips as I shut my eyes tightly, trying to forget about what happened. My hands instinctively touched my neck, feeling how painful it was to even breathe. "Relax, Bella." Dante's soft voice penetrated my sensitive ears. My eyes snapped open, reazlizing that I wasn't alone. I found Dante sitting next to me with blood still covering every inch of him."Dante." I croaked out, not being able to stop myself. His hand reached out and stroked my hair before his thumb traced my cheek in small-soft circles. "I'm here, Bella." He whispered, "You're safe here." His words pierced the broken part of me and had me bursting out in tears. A crippled

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