Torn between guilt and survival, Alessia faces an impossible choice: avenging her family’s brutal murder or fleeing from the deadly grasps of the mafia. Her life was turned upside down the night she defied her father’s orders and snuck out of the mansion with her friend, Ella, for a night of clubbing. Returning home after a heartbreaking one-night stand with Dominic, who discarded her like a whore, she found her family brutally murdered. As the sole survivor, Alessia is haunted by the horrific events of that night. The weight of hidden truths and unanswered questions becomes almost unbearable as she struggles to piece together the shattered fragments of her life. Who could have committed such a heinous act? And will she be able to forgive once she uncovers the truth? Join Alessia on a harrowing journey to uncover the secrets behind her family’s murder and discover what it truly means to be a mafia princess.
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Dominic's POV Rome: Italy I walked into the room filled with the sharp scent of cigars and whiskey. My bodyguards followed behind me. The door opened, leading me into the boardroom, and I walked to the large mahogany table, sitting at the head chair. My gray eyes scanned the faces staring back at me. This was supposed to be a routine meeting to finalize a deal with Carlos Marchetti and the other Mafia bosses. “Welcome, Dominic,” Carlos said, puffing his cigar. “Took you long enough.” “Tell me Carlos,” I answered. “Everyone signed the papers except you. Why?” “I figured there was no need if you weren't present,” Carlos replied. “I am here now. Sign the papers or walk out of here empty-handed,” I replied coldly. Carlos sneered and reached for a pen one of his men handed to him. “You drive a hard bargain, Rossi.” My smile grew darker, not reaching my eyes as my gaze lingered. “That's why I'm still alive.” I watched Carlos scrawl his signature on the paper and he smiled. He had just signed the control of a lucrative arms route into my hands. From the corner of my eyes, I noticed one of my men, Antonio, shifted uncomfortably at the edge of the room. I turned my gaze swiftly, catching his movement. “Antonio,” I called. “Are you okay?” Antonio froze, his hand halfway to his pocket as he blinked continuously. “Y…yes, boss. I'm just itchy. That's all.” “Hmm,” I mumbled. My jaw tightened. “Is that so?” I asked calmly. I could see Carlos and the other men suddenly become uncomfortable and that made me even more suspicious. “Y…yes, sir,” Antonio responded “Alright,” I said. “Step forward.” Antonio hesitated, but obeyed. When he came closer, stepping into the light, I noticed his hands twitch again and that was all the confirmation I needed. I smiled, pulling out my gun with lightning speed and fired at him. The shot rang out, sending Antonio falling to the floor lifeless as blood pooled from under him. Half of the other men seated gasped as I placed the gun on the table. “Check his pockets,” I ordered, signaling one of my men with my finger and Matteo stepped forward. He began checking Antonio's lifeless body, pulling out a small recorder from Antonio’s jacket and a loaded pistol from Antonio's waist. “He was wired, sir,” Matteo said, raising the device for everyone to see. I turned my gaze to Carlos with a stern cold look. “Isn't that odd that your deal comes with an added bonus, Carlos?” Carlos' face immediately turned pale. “I had a spy among my men. Do you mind explaining this?” I asked. “Don't pin this on me. I had no idea. You can't possibly blame me for…” Carlos answered. “Enough!” I yelled, slamming my hand on the table. “Save your lies.” “Do you think I'm stupid? A new man I hired turns out to be recording our meeting. If I remember correctly, you have been meeting with him in secret,” I spoke. Carlos' eyes showed weakness for a second then returned to being cold. “It was a simple greeting. I have no business with your men,” Carlos answered. “So it would seem,” I responded and one of my men brought a file. I took it and threw it towards Carlos on the table. “I knew Antonio worked for you. Do you really think I won't catch up to this?” I asked. Carlos looked at the picture and dropped them back on the table. “This doesn't mean anything. A couple of pictures doesn't prove anything.” I stood with my cold gaze bearing into Carlos as I walked slowly daring him to make one wrong move. “I don't believe in coincidences, Carlos,” I said, stepping around the table. “Bold of you to think you can walk in here, make a deal and double cross me in my territory,” I said pointing a gun at the back of Carlos head and his men immediately pulled out a gun, aiming at me with my men reciprocating. He laughed loudly, and raised his hand in mock surrender. “Don't be a fool, Rossi. Killing me will only start a war.” “Good,” I muttered. “Then let it start.” My fingers tightened on the trigger and was ready to shoot when Matteo's phone buzzed. He glanced at the phone's screen and looked at me with urgency. “Boss, we've got company.” “Three black SUVs pulled up outside,” Matteo continued. “Expecting friends, Carlos?” I asked, still pressing the gun on Carlos' head. Carlos shook his hand. “I swear, I don't know who they are.” The fear was genuine in his voice. I gestured to Matteo with a nod. “Secure the exits. No one leaves until I say so.” Matteo nodded and walked out with some men. I still had the upper hand in the room as my men outnumbered the others by double. Within a few minutes, gunshots rang out from downstairs. The other men exchanged glances at the table. “Rossi,” one of the older men at the table spoke. “Your men are handling the issue downstairs. We should handle this here. Let Carlos go. There's been enough bloodshed today.” “Alberto, I believe you know the rules,” I said calmly. “Yes, and I also know if you wanted to kill Carlos. You would have done that the second you took your gun out,” Alberto answered. “Carlos is just as important as the rest of us and killing him would unleash chaos. You can deal with him later if he does have a hand in this,” Alberto continued. I withdrew my gun and dropped it on the table, taking my seat. Just then Matteo walked in with six others with blood splattered on them staining their white shirts and faces. “We got them boss,” Matteo said. Two other men walked in draghing one of the bodies, dropping it to the floor. “The meeting is dismissed,” I ordered and the other men left including Carlos. “The men had the signature pin of the De Luca,” Matteo said, taking the pain off the body and bringing it to me. I looked at the pin, realizing he was right. But the De Luca’s were supposed to be allies. Why would they turn against me? Or did someone pretend to be them to cause trouble? “Contact our informants. I want to know if the De Luca’s are playing games with me,” I ordered Matteo. “Yes, boss,” Matteo responded.Allesia povI should’ve known the second round of pregnancy would hit harder. I wasn’t twenty-three anymore, I wasn’t hiding from the mafia, and I certainly wasn’t ready to swell like a balloon all over again.I knew Dominic was taking his time to be a father he wasn't when I was pregnant with the twins. He was absolutely dotting, never complaining and understanding. Sometimes, I feel bad for talking to him in horrible ways, but I couldn't help it. I had to blame it on the hormones.By the third month, my belly had already begun to show. It wasn’t huge per se—just enough to make every pair of jeans feel like betrayal and every fitted top a personal insult. The moment I waddled into the kitchen wearing Dominic’s oversized hoodie, Ella gasped like she’d seen Beyoncé.“MOMMY, YOU’RE ROUND!” She screamed with wide eyes.Dominic nearly choked on his coffee.“Thank you, darling,” I said dryly, rubbing my stomach. “I was hoping someone would point that out.” I said sarcastically.Elijah peer
Dominic's POV“Kids,” I said, crouching down in front of the twins. “We’re going to have to head home early.”Ella's face dropped dramatically. “But why? Ee are not to leave until Monday.” she said sadly, her eyes dropping."I'm so sorry, but your mum is not feeling to well," I said deadpan. I hate to be the one announcing a bad news.“Is Mom okay?” Eli asked, suddenly serious.I glanced toward the closed door of the bathroom where Alessia had been locked in for nearly half an hour. The sounds of retching had stopped, thankfully, but the worry hadn’t.“Let's just say she’s not feeling great,” I said gently, brushing Ella’s hair back. “So we need to get her to the doctor. We’ll come back another time. Promise.” I said truthfully.The disappointment in their eyes faded quickly when Alessia stepped out, pale-faced but managing a smile. “Sorry, guys. Looks like the the vacation is ruined”Elijah gave her a quick hug. “Get better soon, Mom.”Ella nodded. “And maybe next time we won’t let D
Dominic’s POVMarco didn’t say much the next morning. He stood in the doorway, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, a plane ticket to New York tucked into the front pocket of his jacket. Alessia lingered beside him, arms folded across her chest, trying to hide the chaos of emotions swirling behind her calm.“You don’t have to go yet,” she said quietly.Marco gave her a faint smile. “I think I do.”He looked at me with a smirk.He looked healthier now, more focused. The circles under his eyes were still there, but they were less haunted, like he had finally let go.“We both know my presence here is too much,” he continued. “You’ve got your family now. Your peace and I won’t want to disturb that.”I respected him for that. For knowing when to step back. But I also knew how much it cost him to walk away from his sister again. He had barely gotten to know the twins. And Alessia, well, she never said it, but I knew this goodbye was breaking something in her.“You’ll visit?” she asked, her
Dominic's POVAlessia had always been insatiable. She was always looking forward to do it anywhere at all. I had to keep her sane for the sake of our children.I was yet to agree to fully go down on her, but we definitely tried to have phone whenever we can. We had already made plans to go to the UK, but we had to consider the children's education and we planning to go there during the summer.Marco, who I had expected to leave decided that he was going to stay for more days to reconnect and reunite with his sister. I couldn't blame the poor guy. He had been underground for years when he could just come out and see his sister. He had also been making remarkable progress with the twins. They are always in his hair, everywhere, and always making fun of his hair. I think he enjoys being an uncle that much.We have had so many challenges, but right now, I just want peace and quietness. And for the first time in my selfish life, I wanted to settle into it. Not just for Alessia. But for me
Dominic’s POVI never knew this was how freedom smelt like. Victor had always been a part of my life, without me even knowing. I finally knew what I was finally free.There are certain kinds of silence that speak louder than words. The kind that comes after battle. After you’ve seen the ugliest parts of yourself reflected in someone else’s eyes and still, they stay.That was the kind of silence in the room when Marco stepped through the threshold and met the twins for the first time.He didn’t say anything at first. Neither did they. Alessia stood just a little to the side, like she couldn’t breathe. Like the air that was shared between them was too fragile to touch.Elijah, bold and curious as always, tilted his head. “Are you mama’s brother?”Marco knelt slowly, not tearing his gaze away. “I am.” His voice cracked. “I didn’t think I’d get to see you. Either of you.” He said, holding their both cheeks.The girl, Ella, frowned cutely. “Are you gonna go again?”“No,” he said, shaking h
Alessia’s POVI never imagined the day would come when I’d willingly walk into Victor’s mansion again. That house had once been a symbol of everything that broke me, its walls echoing with betrayal. Now, I wasn’t just back. I was back with fire in my veins and justice clenched tightly in my fists.Marco had finally had enough.It happened the night Sophia’s people came for him. They didn’t know he’d survived worse. But they also didn’t know that I was very much capable of fighting back. When he got away—bruised but breathing—he knew what came next wasn’t fear. It was war.“They won’t stop, not until we stop them first,” Marco had said, standing over a table scattered with files, photos, bank slips. His voice was cold, determined.We didn’t need more motivation. Dom and I had been circling justice for weeks, dancing around truth and consequences. But the attack on Marco felt personal. It reminded us that survival wasn't enough. We had to win.“We’re not just exposing Victor,” Dominic s
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