LOGINHer back slammed into the wall, Dante’s hand pinning hers high above her head, his mouth hovering close enough to steal her breath. His voice was a husky growl, low and lethal. “You think you can defy me, Bianca?” She smirked, arching into him, her nails dragging across his chest. “Defy you? I own the game, Dante.” Their lips crashed...violent, hungry, desperate. His grip was bruising, her body pressed against his with ruthless possession. Every kiss tasted of war. Every touch was a betrayal. Every moan, a fight for dominance neither was willing to lose. Bianca Moretti isn’t just a woman; she’s the She Mafia. Beautiful. Deadly. Untouchable. Dante Moretti, the ruthless Mafia King, should be her greatest enemy… yet he’s also the one man who matches her cruelty and consumes her with forbidden desire. But lust is the most dangerous weapon in a world where loyalty is scarce. And enemies wait in the shadows; Betty Mordecai, venomous and relentless, and Andriena, the lover who turned traitor, ready to tear Bianca apart piece by piece. Now Bianca and Dante must decide: join forces to rule or destroy each other in the crossfire. Because in the Mafia, love isn’t romance. It’s war. It’s obsession. And it always comes with blood.
View MoreBianca's POV The shot burned through my hand before I even realized what had happened. My body dropped to the ground, a scream swallowed by the night. Blood gushed hot and fast, painting the earth crimson.Her aim was terrible, otherwise I wouldn’t still be breathing. Bad aiming. Amateur. She had a lot to learn.I clutched my wrist, the pain tearing through me in waves. Crawling, stumbling, I dragged myself toward the bushes. My lungs were screaming, my heartbeat pounding like war drums. I pressed my back against the rough bark of a tree, gasping.“I can’t… lay open like this. Not to them.” My voice cracked as I whispered to myself.I bit my lip until I tasted iron. This wasn’t the life I dreamed of. I wanted classrooms, not battlegrounds. White coats, not blood-soaked dresses. I wanted to heal lives, not watch them slip away. Yet here I was...carrying a cross I never built.Tears burned down my cheeks as I tried to wrap the wound with my torn dress, but the blood wouldn’t stop. My v
Bianca’s POV The smell of burning wood was choking me, wrapping around my lungs like a chain. The flames cracked above us, and the chandelier, half melted, swinging loose ....finally gave way.I watched it fall, slow motion, like death itself choosing a victim.And Dante… he didn’t hesitate. He pushed me out of the way, his arm curling protectively around me before the flames swallowed him.My heart froze.“Dante!”The fire planks crashed against his back. He gritted his teeth, muffling his pain, and still...still...he kept his hand outstretched toward me. His lips moved, voice broken by smoke.“…Bianca…”Hearing him call my name like that nearly split me in two. I crawled toward him, the heat searing my skin, and caught his trembling hand. His palm was rough, his fingers weak, but I held on like my life depended on it.“Stay with me, Dante. Stay the hell with me!” My voice cracked as I dragged myself closer, pressing my forehead to his chest.His eyelids fluttered. The strength in
Dante's POV The hallways reeked of smoke and betrayal.I stepped out of the room with my gun firm in my hand, the chaos around me roaring like an angry beast. Flames licked the walls from somewhere in the distance. People screamed, bullets cracked, the ceiling groaned as if the whole place was ready to collapse on itself.I didn’t walk fast. In the mafia world, fast steps get you killed. I walked slowly, careful, every muscle tense, finger ready on the trigger. My eyes scanned corners, shadows, doors half-open. This wasn’t just chaos, it was a graveyard waiting to swallow names.Then a hand gripped my shoulder.In an instant, I spun around, gun raised, the barrel a breath away from a skull. My eyes locked with Mordecai’s cold grin.“Calm down, boy Dante,” he said, voice slick as oil. “I ain’t here for you.”I didn’t lower the gun right away. My breath was steady, but my pulse raced. Mordecai was no ordinary man. If he showed up in smoke and bullets, he didn’t come empty.“What the he
Bianca’s POV“What is going on?” I asked, my voice shaky as my lace slipped halfway down my arm. My hands were trembling too much to fix it.Dante sat up from the bed and slammed his fist against the wall. His jaw tightened as his eyes darted toward the ceiling, like he could already hear the chaos above us.“It’s mafia war,” he said finally. “But they call it a game.”I blinked at him. “A game?” My voice cracked. “There are gunshots outside, Dante! What kind of game is that?”His lips curved into the kind of smirk that didn’t belong in a night like this. Dark, dangerous, detached. “They call it hide and seek. If you’ve got enemies, tonight is the night you hunt them down. And if they find you first.....” he lifted his hand like a gun and pulled the trigger in the air. “Boom. You’re dead.”My mouth fell open. I stared at him, disgust curling inside my chest. “So they kill each other like animals....and call it a game?”He shrugged, too casual for a man explaining slaughter. “That’s ho
Dante's POV“Leave my wife.”The words tore out of me before I could stop myself, low and venomous, like the crack of a whip. I didn’t care that the room smelled of another man’s cologne. I didn’t care that Bianca’s bare shoulder glistened in the dim lamplight, or that her fingers had been tangled
Dante's POV The bitter taste of smoke clung to my lips as I lit the cigarette and dragged the fire into my lungs. My chest still ached faintly from the bullet wound, but the sting was dulled now, numbed by the slow burn of nicotine and the throbbing reminder that I’d been stupid enough to let
Bianca's POV “If anyone dares come closer,” I snarled, the cold barrel of my gun pressed against Bekky’s temple, “I’ll blow her head to the ground.”The room fell silent like I had just frozen time. Gasps echoed. Mordecai’s men exchanged confused glances, unsure if I was bluffing or insane enough
Betty's POV“To what do I owe this visit?”I lifted my eyes lazily from the cigarette between my fingers, watching the thin curl of smoke twist toward the ceiling. Andreina stood at the door, her sharp eyes cutting across the room like knives. She didn’t look like a woman here for small talk , her












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