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The Lion’s Den

Penulis: M-writez
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-09-29 04:16:43

The Marchetti estate was a monument to old money and older violence.

Marble floors stretched in every direction, polished to a mirror shine. Crystal chandeliers hung from ceilings painted with frescoes depicting scenes of war and conquest. Men in dark suits lined the walls like statues, their eyes tracking our every move, their hands never far from the weapons hidden beneath their jackets.

Dante walked beside me, his hand resting on the small of my back, a possessive gesture that was both prote
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  • The Mafia King’s Accidental Wife   The Lion’s Den

    The Marchetti estate was a monument to old money and older violence.Marble floors stretched in every direction, polished to a mirror shine. Crystal chandeliers hung from ceilings painted with frescoes depicting scenes of war and conquest. Men in dark suits lined the walls like statues, their eyes tracking our every move, their hands never far from the weapons hidden beneath their jackets.Dante walked beside me, his hand resting on the small of my back, a possessive gesture that was both protective and claiming. His wound was still healing, but he moved with the same predatory grace, his gray eyes scanning the room, cataloging exits and threats."Remember what I told you," he murmured, his lips barely moving. "Let me do the talking.""I remember.""Good."We were led into a study that could have housed a small army. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with leather-bound volumes that looked centuries old. A massive desk dominated the center of the room, and behind it sat Lorenzo March

  • The Mafia King’s Accidental Wife   The weight of silence

    The door clicked shut behind Dante, and I felt the sound in my bones.Lorenzo watched me with amusement, his thin lips curved into a smile that made my skin crawl. He gestured to one of his men, a hulking figure with a scarred face and dead eyes."Take Mrs. Donovan to the east wing. Make sure she's comfortable."The man, who I mentally named Scarface, grunted and motioned for me to follow. I didn't move."I want to see the gardens first," I said.Lorenzo raised an eyebrow. "The gardens?""I've heard they're beautiful. And I've been stuck in a car for hours. I need air."Scarface looked at Lorenzo, who shrugged. "Fine. Show her the gardens. But don't let her out of your sight."The gardens were magnificent. Rows of roses in every color imaginable, ancient olive trees twisted by time, marble fountains that sparkled in the morning light. It was the kind of place that belonged in a painting, not in the backyard of a crime lord.I walked slowly, my eyes cataloging everything. Exits. Securi

  • The Mafia King’s Accidental Wife   The Road to Hell

    The car hummed beneath us as we sped through the darkness, the rain finally letting up but leaving the roads slick and treacherous. Dante drove with one hand on the wheel, the other pressed against his wounded shoulder, his jaw tight with pain he refused to acknowledge.I watched him from the passenger seat, my mind racing. The flash drive was tucked into my bra, the only place I could think of that Isabella's men wouldn't search if we were stopped. The evidence of my father's innocence, of Dante's parents' murder, of everything Isabella had done. It felt like a live grenade pressed against my heart."You're staring," Dante said, his voice cutting through the silence."You're bleeding through your bandage.""I'm aware.""You need to let me look at it.""I need to get us to the Marchetti estate before Isabella's men find us." He glanced at me, his gray eyes glinting in the darkness. "I've survived worse.""Forgive me if I don't find that comforting."His lips twitched, that almost smil

  • The Mafia King’s Accidental Wife   The Devil’s Deal

    The hotel room smelled like mold and regret.I sat on the edge of the sagging bed, watching Dante sleep. He had passed out shortly after our kiss, the blood loss finally catching up with him. I had managed to clean and bandage his wound with the first aid kit from the bathroom, a pathetic little thing with expired antiseptic and bandages that barely stuck.He looked younger in sleep. Less like a Mafia king and more like a man who had been fighting his entire life and was finally allowed to rest. The scar through his eyebrow seemed more pronounced in the dim light, a permanent reminder of the violence that had shaped him.I should have been terrified. I was trapped in a cheap hotel room with a wounded crime lord, hunted by his psychopathic aunt and her army of killers, with nothing but a flash drive and my wits to protect me. My father was dead. My mother was probably worried sick. My entire life had been upended in the span of forty-eight hours.And yet, I felt more alive than I had i

  • The Mafia King’s Accidental Wife   Blood and Betrayal

    Isabella Donovan was everything I expected a Mafia queen to be. Tall, elegant, with silver hair swept back from a face that had probably launched a thousand ships in her youth. She held the gun with practiced ease, her aim never wavering from Dante's chest."Aunt Isabella," Dante repeated, his voice carefully controlled. "I should have known you were involved.""Involved?" Isabella laughed, the sound cold and brittle. "Darling, I built the Council. Your uncle was just a figurehead. Victor was my puppet, Angelo my enforcer. And your father?" She smiled, a cruel twist of her lips. "He was in my way."I watched the color drain from Dante's face. His father. Isabella's own brother. She had killed him."Why?" Dante's voice cracked, the first sign of weakness I had ever seen in him."Because he was weak," Isabella said simply. "He wanted to legitimize the family business, to go clean. He would have destroyed everything we built. So I removed him. And then I raised you, molded you into the p

  • The Mafia King’s Accidental Wife   The Enemy Within

    The safehouse was a small, nondescript building on the outskirts of the city, hidden behind a facade of legitimate businesses and layers of security that would make a fortress jealous. Dante led me inside, his hand never leaving my back, his eyes constantly scanning for threats.Marcus was waiting for us, his face grim. "We lost two men in the firefight," he said quietly. "Rosetti's people were waiting for us. Someone tipped them off.""Victor," Dante said, the name coming out like a curse. "He knows we have the evidence. He's going to move fast.""We need to move faster."Dante nodded, then turned to me. "You should rest. There's a room in the back. I'll come get you when we have a plan.""I'm not leaving you.""Chloe-""I said I'm not leaving you." I crossed my arms, meeting his gaze with a stubbornness that matched his own. "This is my fight too. My father died trying to expose these people. I'm not going to sit in a back room while you risk your life to finish what he started."Da

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