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Author: Siwa Rose
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-09-03 17:15:48

Dante Romano

The second the shot tears through the air, I already know it’s not a sniper. Or a professional gun man. Too sloppy.

My left arm burns as blood soaks through my sleeve, but I don’t fucking care. My grip on Issa tightens just enough to make her whimper, then I shove her behind me.

There’s movement. A shadow breaking from the trees.

I run after him immediately. My legs eat the ground like fire until I slam into the bastard, taking us both to the dirt. His gun skitters across the grass. I slam my fist into his jaw once. Twice. Again. Bone cracks. He groans like a dying animal.

Ethan.

That fucking cockroach. How did he manage to escape the interrogation room?

I bare my teeth. I should’ve gutted him then and there.

A few of my men are now scattered around with their weapons drawn. They glance at me for instructions. I tell them to stand down with a small shake of my head.

Ethan prowls on the ground.

“Thought you could come for my wife?” My voice is dangerously low. “Sh
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    Annalissa Hale The night is a blur of neon.At first, I hated every second of it. The thrum of the bass rattled my bones, the way men stared at us made my skin crawl, and I almost begged Ornella to let me go back to the mansion. But Maria pulled me into the middle of the dance floor, Ornella tossed a drink in my hand, and before I knew it, we were shouting lyrics to songs I barely knew.For a few hours, I almost felt normal.I let the music chase Dante out of my head. I laughed until my sides hurt. Maria dared me to walk up to a stranger and ask for his number, and when I flatly refused, they shoved a shot glass in my hand instead. I downed it in one gulp to their cheers.By the time the club lights dimmed and we spilled into the night air, my legs ached. I stumble into the backseat of one of the waiting cars, breathless and smiling. Ornella winks at me and says she’ll sit up front with the driver, leaving me to sink into the cushions in relief.I barely have time to adjust my

  • The Mafia Devil’s Wrong Bride   030

    Dante RomanoThe bass from the speakers rattles through the floor of the club, but I barely hear it. Men shout, laugh, slap backs, drown themselves in liquor. Strippers in sequins dance like their lives depend on it.I sit in the corner with a glass of whiskey, watching the amber swirl against the rim. My cousins are already half gone, Enzo leading a chorus of drunken chants. This is supposed to be celebration. To me, it feels like noise.A presence slips into the empty seat beside me. Dominic.“The Don isn’t having fun?” he drawls, tipping his beer toward me.My jaw tightens. I recall the afternoon. His hand brushing Issa’s mouth, her flustered face, the molten urge in my fists to smash his grin into the concrete. I held back. Not for his sake but for my control. Kayleigh would’ve eaten it alive if I’d snapped. She would’ve taken it as Issa meaning something. And blood on the weekend of my cousin’s wedding? That would’ve been weakness.But Issa’s fire when she pushed back at

  • The Mafia Devil’s Wrong Bride   029

    Annalissa Hale My pulse stutters. “Dante, it’s not…”Dominic cuts me off with that lazy grin of his, stepping back like he’s the most innocent man in Venice. “Relax, Don. I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it.”He saunters off across the drive. But Dante doesn’t go after him. That’s what rattles me most.He’s never this calm when someone even breathes wrong in his presence. So why is he just…standing there?His gaze pins me. “You really are desperate, aren’t you?” His voice is calm. “Pathetic. A single scrap of attention and you’re wagging your tail for it.”The words stabs me more than any threat he’s ever hissed at me. My throat burns.“I wasn’t…” My voice cracks. I force myself to meet his eyes. “You think I’m so pathetic that I’d just throw myself at someone because you’ve been ignoring me?”His silence is worse than shouting. He just stares at me like I’m nothing, like I’m not even worth his anger.I clench my fists beside me.“Go to hell, Dante Romano.”I brush past him, my h

  • The Mafia Devil’s Wrong Bride   028

    Annalissa HaleAfter taking a shower, I go through the clothes in the closet of the bedroom. I find a silk black nightdress and throw it on. It’s a diaphanous, blank nightdress with a small inner gown beneath. The fabric of the gown is thin and short, stopping mid thigh. I wear a flowing jacket on it.I glance at my reflection in the mirror and smile. I do look like a queen from the old times. Except, it’s a little tempting with my legs on full display and my nipples peaking through the fabric.Will Dante notice enough to actually not ignore me anymore?I pinch myself hard. What is wrong with me? I cannot be desperate enough to try to seduce him just because he’s been treating me like I’m invisible. I hear footsteps from the corridor. My pulse hammers. Is he back?I sit at the edge of the bed and wait. The footsteps halt. I frown, then walk to the door and place my ear on it. I can barely hear anything. I take a deep breath, open the door and step between the threshold.All blood

  • The Mafia Devil’s Wrong Bride   027

    Dante RomanoThe waves crash against the rocks below, spraying mist into the night air. The car is parked at the edge of the dock with headlights cutting through the night darkness. My grandfather sits inside, cane leaning against the door. His eyes are half-lidded but watching everything. He never misses a detail.The man kneeling before me reeks of sweat and fear. His palms are flat on the gravel with his forehead pressed to the ground. He’s trembling so hard I can hear his teeth click together.“Please, Don Romano. I didn’t mean…”I cut him off with a sharp flick of my wrist. “You trespassed.” My voice is cold steel. “And I don’t like repeating myself.”He stammers something else, but I’m not listening anymore. I pull my gun from the holster, cock it, and aim low. His eyes widen just before the shot cracks through the air. The bullet tears into his thigh. His scream echoes against the water.I don’t bother looking back. I tuck the gun away, pivot cleanly on my heel, and

  • The Mafia Devil’s Wrong Bride   026

    Annalissa Hale “It’s good to finally meet you, Mrs. Romano,” he says smoothly, leaning back in his seat.I shift closer to the window, trying to create some kind of space between us. “Nice to meet you too.”“Dominic Caruso,” he introduces himself. “Enzo’s closest friend. Best man.”I don’t respond.“You’re even more ravishing in person,” he adds, eyes raking over me like he’s appraising an art piece.“Thanks,” I murmur, staring out at the blurred streets of Venice.“Ever been to Italy before?”“No.”He tilts his head. “One would think the Don’s wife would be more… extroverted. The world at her feet.”“Well, I’m not.”His mouth curves slowly. “That’s great.” He pauses, studying me. “Can I call you Issa?”I turn to him, scanning him from head to toe. There’s a knowing glint in his eyes and a sly smirk in his lips.“You can call me whatever you want,” I say flatly.I lean forward, asking the driver where we’re headed.“The Romano Palace, Signora.”I’ve heard a lot about the infa

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