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GabrielI made it through the week with busted knuckles from putting my fist through a wall. Everything else was sore from working out at the gym for hours on end. The crew returned Friday. I hadn’t heard from Rosa. I didn’t stop texting.“It doesn’t make sense,” Brando said.It didn’t. I’d heard nothing from Rosa or her sister. I wasn’t sure when they were returning. If they didn’t come back, and that worried me most, I would go after her. This was bullshit.I was in my room Saturday evening when there was a soft knock on my door. I threw it open and Rosa stood there. I knew from the look on her face, I wouldn’t like what she had to say. I spoke first.“Do not fucking do this. We have more time.”She looked down and my heart fell to my stomach.“We can’t, Gabriel; you’re marrying Isabella. It’s not fair to her or to you.”“No.”“Gabriel, you don’t have a choice. This is too hard for me. I can’t take it anymore. I told you I wouldn’t be the other woman and I meant it. Don’t make this
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RosaIt was the truth. I would always be the sidepiece. I could also say with all honesty that I was glad I went for it. Gabriel was mine for a short time and I would never forget it.“He does love you enough. You won’t give him the chance to prove it.”“If I told him and he married Isabella—which is what will happen—it will kill me. It’s better like this.”She simply made a sound in her throat that let me know I was full of shit.“Come on,” she said and placed her arm back around my shoulders. “Let’s get the little mommy to her bed so she can sleep.” “I hate you.”“I’m going to be the worst aunt imaginable. If your son or daughter isn’t a hellraiser right out of the gate, I’ll do the training.”“I love you, mi amica,” I told her.“I know.”****I made it to the last week of school. I’d passed my finals easily. This was the fun time for seniors. I wasn’t drinking but there was a party every night and the alcohol flowed. It was Sunday and I had everything ready for the next morning. T
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GabrielHer body had changed and I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed. Her ass was definitely bigger but sometimes I was smart and knew when to keep my mouth shut. I, however, loved her ass.We decided to keep the baby news to ourselves for Isabella’s sake too. It was for nothing. School gossip ran rampant the next day because Isabella had already left. I sent her a text with Rosa beside me to make sure she was okay.“I just touched down in Italy. I’m good. I know you and Rosa are together. Congratulations.”My asshole behavior with Isabella was at an end.“Be happy.”“I will.”“Maybe someday you will be friends,” Rosa said.“Maybe someday we won’t. There is too much water under that bridge.”“She did a good thing.”“She did. I would have married you anyway so she isn’t entirely off the hook.”“Are you going to tell your father he lost the bet?”“Hell no. I’m not letting Isabella’s father win.”She laughed and I hugged her to me, unable to get enough. I couldn’t keep my hands off the b
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This is a bonus chapter for the Mafia Academy and I promise you want to read it. While I have you, I need to thank you for reading about these three amazing couples. If you continued this far, I'm sure they are as special to you as they are to me. For Mr. Xavier's complete story and how he found himself at Rochester, you’ll want to read Hotter Than Hell available on GoodNovel. Xavier is the head of the desert crime syndicate when Madison enters his world. One day, I plan to write about his children. *** Twelve years later Mr. Xavier The room, located at the top of the high-rise building far from Rochester, simply had the initials R.A. etched in glass on the double doors. There was an outer office and an inner conference room with a large antique table that filled the oversized space. I looked around the empty room, walked to the head of the table, and pulled out a chair. Men and women entered, nodded, and took their seats. Mr. Caleb and Miss Bianchi were the last to walk in. Mr. C
Mafia High PART ONE: CHAPTER ONE
AlessandroAlessandro Brambilla, the future don of the Brambilla family, was my birthright. My friends, for want of a better word, called me San. Alessandro, never shortened, was what my father called me. He sent me to a private high school academy called Rochester. He said I would be safe within the hallowed walls of the most sacred institution that served the families. The truth was, I was the dangerous one and no one was safe from me. My father relished his control and explained Rochester was the place that would give me fucking refinement.Rochester was the private school for the Mafia’s progeny. There’s an entire story about how the academy began. Short version starts with two warring families. The war soon extended to every blood line in America and Europe. No one was safe. Women and children died and family succession was up in the air. To stop the bloodshed and annihilation of future leadership, Rochester Academy opened its doors. Mine was the fifth generation to reach senior
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Gia“Mi raccomando!” Maria, my best friend, scolded from the other side of the closed door. “I’m leaving you behind if the clock ticks another minute and your booshi ass isn’t out here.”I stepped from the bathroom, my expression and words making my feelings clear for the millionth time.“Leave me. I don’t want to go. Mannaggia tua!” Shit damn was my favorite saying and if Maria was bringing out her Italian, accent and all, I could too. I crossed my arms and resisted the need to stomp my foot.“You promised,” she whined, her hands flaring out around her in danger of removing an eye, to gesture her displeasure in the appropriate Italian manner.I gave her quirky, sexy outfit a sweep. It was totally Maria Greco with wild slashes of red through the black material. The dress, cut on the bias, whatever that meant, wrapped her curves perfectly with a sassy flare at her hips. She knew exactly how to show off her short voluptuous frame and give it every advantage. She kept her dark-brown hair
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GiaWith a tug of resentment, I remove my shirt and slid the jeans down my long legs that Maria envied.“I’m putting this thing on but if too much skin shows, I’m not coming out.”“Che palle! I may kill you for calling my work of art a ‘thing.’ Hurry.” The frustration remained heavy in her voice and I knew I wouldn’t escape this night of horror.Maria had little patience to begin with and I’d pushed it too far. With a groan she could hear, I slid the material over my head and allowed it to slink down my body. Black silk, or a silk-like material, with a sheer see-through mesh weave that showed skin. Lots of skin. I glanced in the mirror and groaned louder and removed my underwear because it showed.“It’s perfect, isn’t it?” came from behind the door.“I hate you,” I repeated.The dress wasn’t me but it was flawless or at least would be if I were going to a strip club to perform. The sheer parts would tear free from the silk with the slightest tug or so it seemed. I felt indecent and co
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AlessandroRumor said the bitch nudging my lap with her face liked to use teeth. Her sharpies would stay away from my most prized possession. I pushed her off and didn’t bother trying to remember her name. Her straight hair, dyed blond, large tits after surgical enhancement, a possible nose job, though she went back to groping for my dick and I couldn’t see it, was what she offered. I took a pass.Public demonstrations of affection were not my thing.With a slightly harder shove, she went to the floor.She was a recep, short for receptacle. She was here to ease the load when our dicks needed relief. I had no idea why the thought seemed repulsive tonight. She wasn’t forced to make herself available. I took full advantage of willing receps when the princesses were locked down. Lockdown happened when shit went bad on campus. Protect the princesses at all costs.My thoughts turned dark and I shook my head to clear them. The girl climbed half into my lap again, refusing to accept my rude n
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