The Godfather’s Favorite (Crossing Lines with My Ex’s Mafia Brother in Law)

I stood frozen outside the villa, fingers curled tight around the hem of my coat.The place Alexander had brought me to felt nothing like a home. Cold, austere, its sharp modern lines loomed like a fortress—no warmth, no familiarity, nothing but unyielding dominance. My heart hammered against my ribs.I should run.But I couldn’t.Not with Jasper lying unconscious in a hospital bed, machines keeping his failing body alive. Not after my family had already bartered me to the Church to settle their debts.Not when the King of Hell himself stood behind me, gaze sharp as a hawk’s, making any escape impossible.A mocking scoff escaped him. “They say Holy Maidens are skilled at pleasing men. Seems the rumors hold truth.”I flinched, but stayed silent. There was nothing to say.He stepped closer, his presence pressing into my skin like cold, unforgiving steel. “Cat got your tongue?” he taunted. “When Bill fucks other women in front of you, will you kneel and watch obediently too?”Shame and hu

Ava’s PerspectiveLuck was not on my side. Bill was already home.My feet had barely crossed the threshold when his shouting exploded through the room, sharp and unbridled. I didn’t even need to guess why. Alexander’s suit jacket, the one I’d wrapped around myself in a daze and forgotten to hide, lay crumpled on the marble floor, stomped on like a filthy rag, its expensive fabric creased under his boot.Bill’s face twisted with rage as he jabbed a finger at me, his eyes bloodshot. “You bitch! Bringing men into this house like a common whore—do you think I’m blind?”My chest tightened until it hurt. The room went deathly quiet, save for the thunderous pounding of my own heart. Every word he spat was a blade, and I knew he wasn’t entirely wrong. Alexander had been here. He had touched me. He had known my deepest, deadliest secret. And I had let it happen—not out of desire, not out of recklessness, but out of pure, suffocating desperation.I was a Holy Maiden of the Church of Light. My c

Ava’s PerspectiveThe stem of the glass trembled slightly between my fingers as I placed it on the table. One down. Too many more to go. If I moved carefully—quietly—I could finish this unnoticed.A servant brushed past, balancing a tray of delicate glassware. I reached for one, glad to see it matched the others. Maybe I wouldn’t mess this up.Click. Click. Click.Heels.“Ava,” Julian’s voice rang out, too sweet, too loud—like a bell meant to summon attention, not soothe. “Oh dear, not those glasses.”She sailed into view, graceful as always, holding a different tray in her manicured hands. The kind of entrance that made maids straighten and guests pretend they hadn’t been eavesdropping.“These are for luncheons,” she announced, lifting one dainty crystal piece as if showcasing a rare gem. “The ones you’re using are dinnerware. Olivia would be horrified if the table was set wrong for brunch.”A murmur passed through the nearby staff like a breeze. I froze, still holding the “wrong” gl

Alexander's PerspectiveLucius stood slow, spine stiff despite his age, that cold, tyrannical scowl unchanged since I was a kid. He glared at me like a loathsome, incomplete puzzle—always a threat. “…What’s the truth?” His voice was icy, deliberate.I smiled—a crude, intentional grin to sicken him. “The truth? That Morgan girl’s pure temptation. I couldn’t stop myself. You’ve seen her lips—soft, begging to be ruined. One word from her, and I’m hard. Her eyes? They make me want to bend her over and watch her cry.”Lucius’s jaw tightened—bingo. He barked a bitter laugh, triumphant. He wanted this: me weak, tempted, just like every man he’d crushed. “Good! Perfect!” He slammed his cane. “I’ll get you Mila—Morreti’s third daughter. Same age, thicker, bigger tits, better trained. You’ll love her.”There it was: not a wife, a leash—a spy with a pretty body. “Maybe.” He raised his glass, smug, leaning to clink mine. But I didn’t touch my whiskey. “I know you’re lonely, Father. Empty.” His sm

Bill’s PerspectiveMy heart hammered so violently I thought it would burst from my chest. The butler’s chilling words hung heavy in the air, a death sentence written in silence. I pressed my palm flat against the door, my body trembling with terror I could barely mask—one wrong sound, one careless slip, and our secret affair would be exposed, along with the cruel fate waiting for anyone who defied the family.I shot a frantic warning glance at Julian, my lips forming a silent, desperate order: Don’t move. Don’t make a sound.She nodded wildly, her face drained of color, body shaking like a leaf. The smug triumph from moments ago was gone, replaced by raw, paralyzing fear. I swallowed hard, forcing my voice steady as I called through the door: “Who is it?”“It’s the butler, sir. I’ve been ordered to locate Miss Ava. There’s a security incident—armed men have entered the manor. The top has spoken: anyone acting improperly tonight will be dealt with permanently.”Ice ran down my spine. Pe