The Don's Daughter: Love & Betrayal

Broad shoulders, a small waist and even though I can't see his ass, I know it's a good one. Probably even better than mine. He has this dark look about him but then again you can't be a pretty face and survive in the mafia world. His hair is dark and a few locks lay on his forehead. Suddenly I have this urge to brush them back but remind myself who he is. If he's here, then he's one of them. There's no emotion on his face and it's a little unnerving but I don't give a shit. Because he just spilled his drink all over me and now I have to change. "Excuse me?" He asks, his voice so deep and throaty that my lady parts tingle. Ugh, fine, I will admit it's sexy. But that's all you get. "Are you blind and deaf? Can't you see where you're going?""I can ask you the same thing. Are you blind?" "Fuck you. I didn't spill any drinks on you. Besides, if you knew what's best for you, you wouldn't talk to me like that." His lips twitch, and I want to pour my drink down into his boxers. What the f

I raise my hand to shake hers and I'm surprised by the zap of electricity that travels up my arm when we make contact. But before I can figure out what that was, she snatches her hand away with a sneer. Even after knowing who I was, her attitude toward me didn't change. She didn't become docile or pretend she suddenly liked me and I like that about her. Of course, it could all be an act. She could be pretending to be hostile toward me now so that later she can fool me into doing whatever Lombardi wants. I'm all too familiar with such tactics. I didn't get to where I am by luck or with my mother's support like that bastard thinks. My father might have left me money and a book with his old contacts, but he didn't leave a step-by-step manual on how to revive the business. I did that all by myself. The men who follow me don't do it because they love and admire me. In the mafioso, love is the most useless thing. Only loyalty matters. It doesn't matter if someone hates or loves you. Being

I wake up hours later to find it's already dark outside. I'm a little out of it and I wonder where we are before I remember that this is the De Luca mansion. What time is it anyway? I'm so hungry that I can't help thinking it would be a shame if I missed dinner. Getting out of bed, I flick on the lights taking in the room properly for the first time. Like the exterior, the color scheme is grey and black. The bed in the middle is huge and the windows are floor to ceiling. I spot a balcony and head towards it, opening the door. The sudden gush of wind reminds me I'm only dressed in a tank and thong so I close it quickly. I'll finish exploring later. There is a love seat on the corner with a small table in front of it, a small shelf with magazines, and a huge TV mounted on the wall beside the door on the other side. Next to the TV, there are two doors. I open the first one, noting it's a bathroom while the next one is a walk-in closet. My clothes are already unpacked and arranged neatl

"This is why I love you, Cris. You're the best, man" he says rushing out of my room. I can't believe Nev suddenly turned into a teenager because of Marianna or that he actually took my advice seriously. Chances are she will take whatever he buys for her and shove them up his ass. Fuck, I hope she does it so Nevio can give up. The last I want to do is kill him over a woman. Which is exactly what will happen if he so much as lays a finger on her. It's almost time to leave so I quickly get dressed and head out of my room. Since mine is the furthest down the hall, I have to pass by Marianna's when I leave. Seeing the door isn't fully closed, I decide to tell her to behave herself while I'm gone but I hear voices coming from inside so I stop. It never hurts to eavesdrop on the enemy once in a while. "Shit Mari, why didn't you tell me before we left? What if they leave a scar?" A voice which I guess belongs to her bodyguard Paulo, asks. And from what I hear, they're talking about the mar

"I asked how you are, Marianna" "Let's not pretend you actually care about me. And to answer your question, I didn't steal anything from you while you were out" "That's not what I asked. Besides, what could you possibly steal from me?" "Information about your organization. Weaknesses and strengths. Just because I'm pretty, doesn't mean I forgot my brains at home" "Pretty? Who said you were pretty?" Every fucking man I've met on this planet. Not that I need anyone's validation. If it wasn't for my asshole father, my life would be perfect. I don't crave love and affection like most people. I don't need someone to constantly remind me I'm beautiful or worthy. You can't long for something you've never had. De Luca moves to stand at the foot of the bed and says, "The word pretty is too basic to describe someone as magnificent as you, Marianna." Okay. I wasn't expecting that but I'll take it. "Did you want something, De Luca?" I ask pretending I don't care for what he said. I