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Only One That Matters
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Mafia's Sinful Bride Starting over
Gabriella's Pov I ran my fingers across the back of his hand, slowly, tracing the veins that rose like faint rivers beneath his skin. His hand was rough in places—calloused from everything he’d fought through, from everything he still carried—but warm. Steady. Familiar. The kind of familiar that made my lungs feel like they could finally breathe again.Alessio’s hand was safety. It was forgiveness. It was a promise wrapped in silence.I didn’t let go.We were sitting on that worn velvet couch in the drawing room. The fire had long since dimmed into embers, casting the room in a soft, smoky orange. The mansion around us had gone quiet—eerily so—but I wasn’t afraid. Not in that moment. Not with his hand in mine.I looked up at him, watching the flicker of light dance along his jawline. He looked tired, older somehow, but there was still that spark behind his eyes. That quiet fire that had always drawn me in.“Can I ask you something?” I said, my voice just above a whisper.He turned to
Mafia's Sinful Bride We'll Be Ready
Alessio's Pov She looked like a ghost brought back to life.Wrapped in that soft old blanket, curled into the corner of the couch like she belonged there—and she did—Gabriella breathed in and out as if she was relearning how to exist in the world. Every few seconds, she glanced around the room like she couldn’t believe it was real.And I couldn’t stop staring.Her smile had returned—slightly crooked, hesitant—but it was hers. Her eyes were tired but bright. She was alive.But beneath all that relief, under the avalanche of joy at seeing her safe, there was something else tangled in my gut: guilt.I felt…filthy.I’d hurt her. Maybe not in the ways that left bruises or drew blood, but in the quieter, crueler ways. With silence. With distance. With the kind of words you don’t shout but drop like stones. I had stood by, too many times, when I should have stood up for her. Stood with her.And yet here she was—holding my hand like I was still worthy of being loved.My throat tightened. I h
Mafia's Sinful Bride The Way To Run
Gabriella's Pov I don’t remember making the decision to run. My legs just moved, guided by something stronger than fear or exhaustion. The only thing louder than the pounding of my feet against the gravel was the thunder in my chest. Trees blurred past me, the wind tugging at my clothes, stinging my eyes. The mansion was still a speck on the horizon, and yet I could already feel the weight of everything waiting for me there.The sun was dipping below the hills, casting the world in a gold-washed haze. My breath came in ragged bursts. I knew I was pushing my body too hard, but stopping wasn’t an option. Not now. Not with everything that had happened.When the black iron gates of the mansion finally came into view, my knees almost buckled with relief. I reached out to them as if they could catch me, could pull me the rest of the way home.And then—darkness.It swallowed me without warning. My legs gave out beneath me, and I crumpled onto the stone steps like a marionette whose strings
Mafia's Sinful Bride Brave Little Gabriella
Gabriella’s Pov I should have known from the beginning.There was something too slick about Martini—too calm, too rehearsed. He always spoke in measured tones, always looked you in the eye, like he was calculating how deep he could bury the knife before you noticed the pain. But I didn’t see it. Or maybe I didn’t want to.Leonardo trusted him. And I trusted Leonardo.I stood in the back room of the villa, hands still trembling from the shootout that had left three of Martini’s men bleeding out on the marble floor. Smoke curled from the barrel of the pistol I hadn’t even realized I’d fired. My ears rang with silence.Martini didn’t flinch. He didn’t even look at the bodies.He turned to me slowly, like a man adjusting his cufflinks before dinner. That smile—it wasn’t cruel. It wasn’t angry. It was empty. Hollow as a dry well.“You’ve become quite the problem, Gabriella,” he said, his voice almost fond. “A beautiful, inconvenient problem.”“What the hell is going on?” I demanded. My vo
Mafia's Sinful Bride Raised by Lies
Alessio's Pov It had been three days.Three days since Gabriella was taken. Every hour that passed gnawed at my insides like a dull knife. I hadn’t slept more than a few minutes at a time. When I closed my eyes, all I saw was her face — wide with terror, lips trembling, reaching for me as they dragged her away.The anger came in waves, crashing, relentless. It burned under my skin, searing every thought until it all narrowed into one thing: I had to get her back.Carlo and his men had combed the city like bloodhounds. Warehouses, docks, abandoned buildings from Catania to the edge of Palermo — nothing. It was as if Gabriella had vanished into smoke. But I knew better. Someone had her. Someone who knew how to stay hidden.Carlo stood in the corner of the room, dark circles under his eyes. He didn’t speak much — none of us did. The silence between us was loaded, heavy with shared frustration and guilt.“She’s tough,” he finally muttered, not looking at me. “She’ll hold on.”I nodded, b
Mafia's Sinful Bride Naive No More
Gabriella’s Pov I woke to silence.Not the soft, peaceful kind of silence you get in the early hours of the morning. This was different. Thick. Too still. The air smelled like rust and old dust, like time itself had settled here and been forgotten.I opened my eyes.The ceiling above me was cracked and stained, wooden beams sagging like bones long past their prime. The floor beneath me was cold concrete, and my body ached in places I couldn’t name. My arms were pinned behind the back of a chair—zip-tied, from the burn in my wrists—and my ankles were bound to the legs.Panic started slowly. It crept up my spine, patient and deliberate. I turned my head as far as I could, taking in the room.Empty. Mostly. One broken window, its glass smeared with grime. Peeling wallpaper clinging to the walls in tattered strips. A flickering overhead bulb that buzzed every few seconds like a dying insect.I was alone.I tested the ties on my wrists. No give. They’d been pulled tight enough to cut off
Mafia's Sinful Bride Only One That Matters
Alessio's Pov She was gone.The truth settled in me like a knife, sharp and deep. My hands were shaking—something that didn’t happen to me, not anymore. I’d been through warzones. I’d stood on crime scenes soaked in blood. But this—this was different.This was personal.Gabriella. Taken.I clenched the photograph in my fist, her image crumpling beneath my fingers. The last time I saw her, she was begging me to stay. And I left. I told her I’d come back. I promised.And now she was somewhere in the dark, alone.“I shouldn’t have left her,” I muttered, jaw tight.Carlo watched me from across the room, quiet. “You couldn’t have known. He planned this. Hell, he probably baited you into leaving.”“He knew I’d come after him,” I said, pacing, my boots thudding against the wooden floor. “He wanted it to look like a chase, like he was running. But he was circling the whole time. Waiting to strike.”Carlo stepped closer. “We need to keep our heads, Alessio.”I spun around and slammed my fist
Mafia's Sinful Bride The Bait
Alessio's Pov By the time the sun dipped behind the horizon, I was ready. I had packed lightly—two days' worth of gear, weapons tucked into hidden holsters, a burner phone in my coat, and a black notebook with everything we knew about Martini scribbled inside. It wasn’t much. He was like smoke—slippery, vanishing whenever you got close.Carlo waited for me in the garage, leaning against the side of the car with his arms crossed and his expression unreadable. He had that old-soldier calm, the kind you only get after you’ve seen too many things worth forgetting. But even he looked tense tonight.“You sure you’re up for this?” he asked as I approached.I didn’t answer right away. My eyes flicked to the window above, where the dim light of Gabriella’s room glowed behind the curtains. She was watching. I could feel her gaze even if I couldn’t see her face.“She’s scared for you,” Carlo said, following my eyes.“I know,” I murmured.I wanted to go back upstairs and tell her something reass
Mafia's Sinful Bride Together at Last
Gabriella's Pov I woke up slowly, as if rising from the bottom of a heavy ocean. Every muscle in my body ached, and my mind felt like it had been stuffed with cotton. The room around me was dim, the walls bathed in the early gray light of morning. I blinked a few times, trying to gather my thoughts, but they slipped away like mist.I turned my head to the right, and there he was, Alessio. His presence was sudden and sharp in the haze of my awakening. He was standing beside the window, rigid, like he’d been standing there for hours. The moment our eyes met, he crossed the room in three quick strides."Gabriella," he breathed, crouching beside the bed, searching my face as though he couldn’t quite believe I was awake.I tried to sit up, but my limbs protested, and a wave of nausea rolled over me. I collapsed back against the pillows with a groan. “Ugh. I feel like I was hit by a brick.”Alessio chuckled6—a low, tired sound that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You might as well have been.
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