LOGINTHE CAPO'S DEADLY BRIDE : SHH... I TAME REAL MEN. Delilah Flynn is an orphan living in Ashwood City with her aunt. She has a gorgeous face and that curvy body that no man could resist. She is true beauty! At day, Delilah works as a coffee shop owner, but at night, she is the sexy pole dancer who steals the spotlight. She does not just ignite the desires in men, she tame them and bend them to her will. Suddenly, she is trapped in a web, where she is forced to get married to a dangerous man in the Cosa Nostra's organisation, Marco Donato. Her in-laws believed that she was the perfect, holy, submissive wife for Marco Donato, but no, she is not. She is the one who drags him by his tie, licks his ear lobe, and whispers, "Shh... I tame real men." [Warning: This book contains graphic violence, dark content, explicit scenes, rape (not between ML and FL), explicit language, and mature themes. It may be triggering for some readers due to scenes of violence, coercion, and emotional distress.] Author: @Royalmary23
View MoreThe private dining hall of the restaurant was a world apartāsleek, expensive, and eerily silent despite the gathering of powerhouses seated inside. Crystal chandeliers cast golden light on the polished mahogany table stretching across the room. The men and women seated were the most feared, most respected members of the undergroundāCapos, Consiglieri, and a few others whose names alone could make hearts stop. At the head of the table, a sharply dressed man in his sixties stoodāthe chairperson for the evening. His voice was steady, yet commanding. "As we all know," he began, "the organization is entering a new era. Weāve survived brutal wars, betrayals, and shifts in power. But survival isnāt enough. We must grow. And for that⦠we need a leader. A new Don." Murmurs followed, quickly fading into silence as he continued. "There are a few names on the list. Men capable of leading us forward. Men who have proven their loyalty. Men who have spilled blood, cleaned the dirt off our emp
Delilah stepped out of her black car with ease and elegance, dressed in tailored black trousers and a cream fitted blouse that complimented the curve of her waist. Her heels clicked against the cobblestone driveway of Elder Donatoās mansion. A warm afternoon sun lit the air, but the mood was anything but sunny.Behind her, one of her bodyguards followed closely, holding a modest cake box with white frosting designs and a subtle satin ribbon. To the unsuspecting eye, it looked like a simple gesture. But this was Delilahānothing she did was simple.Inside the mansion, she walked through the entrance like she owned the place, her steps unhurried, her smile steady. She entered the dining room where Elder Donato sat at the head of a long mahogany table, slicing a piece of veal with slow accuracy. His white hair was neatly combed, and his gold ring caught the light with every motion.Delilahās smile widened when she approached. "It's so good to see you again, Nonno," she said with sweet af
Days blurred into weeks, weeks into months. Delilah had become something of a legend in the shadows. The Krono wasnāt just a tool nowāit was a throne, and she ruled from it, faceless but feared. She slipped into the lives of powerful men and women with blackmail so accurate they never saw her coming. Whispers of her haunted the boardrooms and political suites. They didnāt know her name, but they felt her presence. And it gave her everythingāmoney, power, control.From the spoils of her secrecy, she built something legitimate: a real organization to help trafficked women. Ginoās paycheck doubled. Marco was making clean, sharp money in real estate. Even Aunt Mary had a new apartment uptown, one with sunlight and a working elevator. Ruby and Helen had cried when they received a cake box stuffed with thick bundles of hundred-dollar bills, hidden under the frosting.But even with all the glamor and goodness, Marco stayed watchful. The Krono was too dangerous. Too much attention and the
Delilah was back at the mansion.Mrs. Hayden had already been given instructionsāto assist Delilah at all times, no questions asked. And the older woman did just that, preparing what was necessary and retreating when needed. Delilah had asked to be left alone in the library, and Mrs. Hayden, like a loyal servant, obeyed.The mansion was silent. The late afternoon had melted into evening. Golden streaks of sunlight slanted across the dark shelves of the library.Marco was still at the office.Delilah sat in one of the chairs, her fingers moving with smooth accuracy. She took the new laptopāthe one she had ordered Gino to getāand set it on the table before her. After a brief pause, she pulled out the USB.Letās see what secrets the Krono holds, she thought.Click.She inserted the drive, and a folder appeared. No password protection. No decoy files. Just a single, cryptic label.She opened it.Rows of names greeted her. Important men. Influential women. Politicians. Judges. All neatly f
Marco covered the pot with its lid and muttered under his breath, disappointment etched in his voice, "Sure, all it took was to be distracted."A crooked smirk tugged at his lips a second later. "Well, at least I got a compliment."The compliment had lingered in his mind far longer than the ruined
Marco had finally released Delilah from his arms, the warmth of her still lingering in his hold. She had called a cab through an app, adamantly refusing to trouble Gino for a ride."Iāll just grab a few things from the apartment and come back to the mansion," sheād said.Marco didnāt argue. He knew
Unbeknownst to Delilah and Mary, who were still deep in conversation, a man in a black hoodie stood near the window.Then, the man turned from the window and began walking down the sidewalk, the cityās dim lights catching the edge of his smirk."Things just got more interesting," he muttered to him
Just then, the doors opened wide, and in walked Don Alessandro, flanked by a dozen guards in black. Their boots hit the marble floor with sharp rhythm, their presence swallowing the roomās atmosphere.Alessandro sat down in a tall leather chair next to Salvatore, his expression blank, powerfulālike
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