LOGINA Dark Mafia Romance , Dual POV , Forced Marriage , Obsession , Betrayal , Secret Identity Leona Moretti thought she was saving her brother’s life when she agreed to marry New York’s most feared mafia boss. She was wrong. Dante Rizzo didn’t take her out of mercy. He took her because she was promised to him. Sold by her own brother like a piece of flesh, packaged with a smile and a wedding ring. And Leona walked willingly into the trap. Now she wears his name. Sleeps in his bed. Lives in a mansion guarded like a prison. But he doesn’t touch her. Not yet. He watches. He waits. He burns. Dante is cold, cruel, and unreadable...until she disobeys him. Until she presses the wrong button. Until the mask cracks and she sees what he really is: A man obsessed. Possessive. Completely unhinged when it comes to her. But Leona has secrets of her own. Like the fact that she may not be a Moretti at all. And her entire life? A carefully constructed lie hiding a truth soaked in blood and betrayal. She’s not just a pawn in a mafia game. She’s a daughter of the deadliest name the underworld ever buried. And Dante? He’s not planning to let her go. Not when he finally has the one thing he's been denied his entire life. Her.
View MoreLeona’s POVThe first thing I noticed about Verona was the silence. Not the absence of sound. There was plenty of it.Cars whispered over wet roads. Somewhere in the distance, a bell tolled through the night. People laughed beneath umbrellas, their voices carried away by the cold wind. A train groaned behind me as it pulled away from the station, leaving a trail of steam and the metallic smell of rain but beneath all of it was something quieter.Something that felt like it was waiting.I stood on the platform with my small bag hanging from my shoulder, the leather-bound book pressed against my chest.Verona.I had said the name so many times in my head that it had almost stopped sounding real. Now I was standing inside it.My birthplace.The place my mother had written about, the place my father had apparently tried to protect. The place where my family had begun…And where, according to the words hidden inside that book, everything would eventually end.I looked around. There was not
Dante’s POVVerona appeared beneath us through a veil of rain.The city was nothing like New York.New York announced itself. It roared. It glittered. It threatened you openly.Verona whispered.From the small window of the jet, I watched the lights scattered beneath the clouds, golden against the wet darkness, ancient buildings pressed together as though they were keeping secrets from the rest of the world.I should have felt nothing.Instead, I felt the familiar pressure behind my ribs.Leona.Every city had become a question since she disappeared.Was she here?Had she been here?Was she alive?The last question was the one I refused to ask aloud.Because asking it would make it real.I leaned back in my seat and checked my watch.02:17.We had left New York less than three hours ago.Luca sat opposite me, his elbows resting on his knees, phone clenched between both hands. He had barely spoken since we boarded.Neither of us needed to.The image of Joe's body had followed us onto t
Leona’s POV It's been over two months now but I can't forget that night.The night I left, the world didn’t end...it just went silent.No sirens. No footsteps. No shouting in the hall. Only my heartbeat, pounding too fast for a body that hadn’t run far enough yet.I didn’t look back. If I did, I might see him or his shadow in the doorway, the weight of everything I still wanted to say but never could. So I kept walking until the city swallowed me whole.When I reached Nora’s place, the sky was just starting to turn midnight blue. My fingers trembled as I pressed the buzzer. One ring. Two. Then the door opened, and there she was...barefoot, hair in a messy bun, eyes wide like she’d seen a ghost.She didn’t ask questions. She just pulled me in.“Leona?” she whispered, clutching my shoulders like she wasn’t sure I was real.“I can’t stay,” I said. My voice cracked on the words. “I just...needed to see you before I disappear.”Her expression flickered between fear and determination. “Th
Dante's POV The dark hit me like a hand to the chest, not the mere absence of light but the thick, watching kind of dark that presses against your skin and whispers of things you can’t control. For weeks I’d been living in a half-shadow, but that night the shadow moved.The chandelier over my desk sputtered, sank to a shudder, came back, then stuttered again, once, twice and died. The generator kicked and the lights stayed black. Old instincts rose, cold and precise. check the feed, lock the gates, arm the men.I was already on my feet. The house was a different place in the dark; corridors that had been corridors of comfort became tunnels into the unknown. My men moved like phantoms, soft feet and low curses, but there was a wrongness under their efficiency, a tremor that said we were late.The first sound that made every hair on my skin stand on end was the gunshot.It came from the east wing. Not a crash or a shout ... a single, clean report that echoed and fell. For a second I di
Dante's POV Luca appeared, disheveled but sharp-eyed, pulling on his jacket as he approached. “What happened?”“She’s gone.”His face stilled. That unshakable calm of his faltered, if only for a breath. Then he was moving. “Cameras. Guards. Every exit. We’ll find her.”I followed, but the mansion’s
Leona’s POVThe room was quiet, but my body wasn’t.Every nerve still hummed, overstimulated, like a violin string plucked too hard and left trembling. His touch lingered like fire in my skin, and yet all I felt was the coldness that followed it. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, my chest r
Leona's POV His hand was rough, searing against my skin as it slid beneath the hem of my shirt, fingertips dragging over my stomach. My breath hitched, body jerking against him even as I hissed, “Don’t touch me...”But the words lacked fire. They came out broken, half-sob, half-moan, and the basta
Leona's POV My knees weakened. Reality burned, searing through me, leaving me with more questions than answers. I wanted to scream at him, claw the smug calm off his face, demand why he thought I could handle this.Because beneath that ruthless mask of his, I caught it. Just for a second. The flick
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