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Revenge runs in Matteo Dragonetti’s blood. When he storms into Amara Cerulli's wedding, he isn't there to toast her happiness—he’s there for revenge. The ruthless heir to New York’s most feared mafia family, Matteo is out to settle a blood debt that left his mother crippled and his family shattered. His price? The Cerulli princess—stolen straight from the altar. Amara never wanted a life tied to her father’s sins, but Matteo doesn’t care about her innocence. To him, she’s a trophy, a pawn in his deadly game of revenge. Little does he know Amara is no delicate prize. Beneath her blood-stained dress lies a fierce will Matteo didn’t expect—and a fire he can’t resist. But in this twisted war for power, the line between captor and captive blurs, and the most dangerous game of all begins. *** “Your parents are still alive, and I am hoping they try and get you back just so they can see how much I’ve ruined you.” I say, grinning as horror inches into her eyes. “You’re a monster…” she trails off, her blue eyes brimming with unshed tears, and I chuckle darkly. “Oh, you have no fucking idea, Princessa,” I say, then letting her go and watching as she cringes away from me. She sobs silently, still dressed in her blood-stained dress and looking like a vengeful angel. Only I will snuff the light from her eyes; her ruination will be mine to savor. I’ll show him what happens when he f*cks with the Dragonetti family.
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The Mafia King's Trophy The Enforcer’s Darling 30
NadyaI don’t remember walking out of Dante’s office.One second, I’m standing there, trying to process the fact that my father is dead. That the man I spent my entire life fearing is gone. That I won’t be married off to a monster who would have killed me on our wedding night.And the next, I’m outside, my body moving on autopilot as my uncle leads me toward the sleek black SUV waiting just beyond the warehouse doors.The air is crisp, biting at my skin, but I barely feel it. My mind is too clouded, my thoughts tangled in a mess I can’t seem to unravel.Dmitri opens the door for me himself, waiting patiently as I hesitate for half a second before sliding into the backseat. He follows, settling in beside me, while Nikolai takes his usual spot across from me. The moment the door shuts, the sound is final, like a steel gate slamming into place.A part of me feels like I should be relieved.I’m free. I won’t be forced into marriage with Theo Vasilakis. I won’t be used as leverage by my fa
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MarkusThree days.Three fucking days since Nikolai’s cryptic little smirk, since Nadya walked out of that training room with her head held high like my words hadn’t cut her. Three days of trying to push that entire conversation out of my head, of ignoring the way my body still reacts when she’s near.Now, we’re in Dante’s office, and no one is in a good mood.I lean against the far wall, arms crossed, watching as Matteo paces in front of the desk, muttering under his breath. Lukas is sprawled in one of the chairs, looking relaxed as usual, but I know better. His fingers drum idly against the armrest, his version of pacing.Dante, as always, is calm. Too fucking calm, which makes me more uneasy. He sits behind his desk, fingers steepled, gaze sharp as he watches Matteo wear a path into the floor.And then there’s Nadya.She sits stiffly in the chair beside Lukas, back straight, hands folded in her lap. She hasn’t said a word, but she doesn’t need to. Her tension bleeds into the room, a
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NadyaI find Markus in the training room, his back to me, fists slamming into the heavy bag with brutal precision. Each hit echoes through the space, a steady, punishing rhythm, like he’s trying to beat something out of himself.Or someone. Maybe me.I hesitate for half a second, my hands curling into fists at my sides. I don’t want to do this. I shouldn’t do this. But I have to. For my own sanity, if nothing else.I take a slow breath, then step forward. “Nikolai,” I say quietly, without turning.He tenses beside me, his body already coiled with distrust. He doesn’t like this, doesn’t like him, and I know he sure as hell doesn’t like the way Markus has been treating me.I finally glance at him, keeping my voice even. “Stay out of this.”Nikolai’s jaw tightens, but he nods once. He won’t like it. He won’t stay far, but he’ll give me space.I turn back toward Markus. He hasn’t stopped. If anything, he hits harder. The muscles in his back flex beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, his b
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MarkusDante calls the meeting in his office, which means shit just got serious. When I step inside, Matteo’s already there, standing near the bar, swirling a glass of whiskey like it holds the answers to his problems. Lukas leans against the far wall, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else, but there’s a sharpness in his eyes that tells me he’s paying attention.And then there’s Nikolai.The little fucker is sitting in one of the chairs across from Dante’s desk, his usual smirk absent, his jaw tight. His hands rest on his thighs, fingers curled just enough to show he’s wound up. Not cocky, not amused—just tense. It’s the first time I’ve seen him like this, and as much as I hate to admit it, it means something.Dante sits behind his desk, calm as ever, but I know him too well to mistake that calm for indifference. He’s assessing, calculating, deciding what moves to make before anyone else even realizes we’re playing. He leans back in his chair, fingers steepled, waiting until I cl
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MarkusThe moment I step into Nadya’s room and see it fucking empty, a slow, dangerous heat rolls through me.I don’t move right away. Just stand there, jaw clenched, scanning the space like she might be hiding in the goddamn closet or under the bed. But no. She’s gone.I exhale sharply, dragging a hand down my face before spinning on my heel and yanking open the door. One of the guards standing post outside stiffens immediately.“Where is she?” My voice is calm. Too calm.The guy doesn’t hesitate. “She’s in the garden, boss.”I don’t bother responding. Just turn and head that way, my boots hitting the floor with sharp, deliberate steps. My fingers flex at my sides, my blood running hotter with every step I take. I know exactly who the fuck she’s with, and the thought of it has my vision tinting red at the edges.When I reach the back entrance, the cool night air does nothing to temper my mood. The garden is lit by dim lanterns lining the stone pathways, casting long shadows against t
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MatteoMatteo’s pacing the length of his office like a caged animal, muttering curses under his breath, his hands in his pockets, shoulders tense. Every so often, he runs a hand through his hair like it might do something to ease the frustration radiating off him. It doesn’t.“That cocky little shit,” he mutters for the tenth time, shaking his head. “Of all the people Dmitri could’ve left here, he had to pick him.”Dante, sitting in his usual spot behind the desk, leans back in his chair, looking far too amused for the situation. He watches Matteo with the kind of patience that only comes with age, like he’s seen this all before, like he expected this exact reaction. He probably did.“You were exactly like him,” Dante drawls, reaching for his glass of whiskey.Matteo stops pacing long enough to glare at him. “The fuck I was.”Dante’s smirk widens. “No? You sure about that?” He takes a slow sip of his drink, unbothered. “Because I seem to remember a certain cocky little shit at his age
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NadyaThe door shuts behind us with a quiet click, and the weight of everything slams into me all at once. My legs buckle before I can stop them, my breath catching in my throat as the flood of emotions I’ve been holding back finally crashes through.I don’t make it to the bed.I sink down right there on the floor, my hands trembling as I grip the fabric of my hoodie, trying to hold myself together, trying to keep from breaking apart completely. But it’s useless. A choked sob rips from my chest before I can stop it, and I hate it—I hate it—but I can’t stop myself.I don’t know when Nikolai moves, but suddenly, he’s crouching in front of me. His hands are warm when they find my arms.“Sólnyshka,” he murmurs, voice low and rough, using the nickname he’s called me since we were kids. He says it so softly, so carefully, like I might shatter if he’s not careful. Maybe I will.His hands shift, guiding me toward him, and I don’t fight it. I collapse into his chest, gripping the front of his
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MarkusI stand in the warehouse, arms crossed, my back leaning against a metal support beam as I scan the dimly lit space. The scent of oil and dust lingers in the air, mixing with the faint bite of cold steel. The tension in the room is fucking suffocating, and every second that passes only makes it worse.Uncle Dante stands near the center of the room, unreadable as ever, his sharp gaze fixed on the warehouse doors. Matteo is beside him, his hands in his pockets, his stance deceptively relaxed, but I know him well enough to see the edge in his shoulders. He’s ready for this to go south. We all are.Lukas is to my left, leaning against the hood of one of the black SUVs parked inside, smirking like this whole situation is just a fucking game to him. But even he’s not running his mouth tonight.And then there’s my father.Domenico stands a few feet from Dante, his usual grim expression locked in place. He’s quiet, but his presence alone carries weight. He doesn’t often get involved in
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NadyaMarkus doesn’t say a word as he leads me back to my room. His grip on my wrist isn’t rough, but it’s firm, like he’s making sure I don’t slip away. Not that I have anywhere to go.I don’t bother trying to talk to him this time. I already know how that will go. Ever since Matteo dropped the truth on them—on him—Markus has barely looked at me. He’s withdrawn, colder than he’s ever been, and I don’t know if it’s just anger or something else entirely.The silence between us is suffocating, thick with all the things we’re not saying. I glance at him out of the corner of my eye as we walk. His face is unreadable, his jaw clenched tight, a muscle ticking as if he’s grinding his teeth. The Markus from a few days ago—the one who touched me like he wanted to own me, who whispered dark promises against my skin—is gone. Now, I’m just a problem he needs to deal with.When we reach my door, he pushes it open and gestures inside without a word. I step in, my stomach twisting. I don’t want to
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AmaraThe blood drying on my wedding dress feels like it’s sealing me into this nightmare. I sit stiffly in the back of the SUV, the world rushing past the tinted windows as Matteo Dragonetti chats casually with the men in the front seat. His cousins, I think. I’ve tuned most of it out—his smug voice grates on me—but every now and then, his tone sharpens, reminding me that this isn’t over.I take in his side profile, even though I hate myself for doing it. My captor is all sharp edges and dark allure, the kind of man who looks like he’s stepped out of some brooding mafia fantasy. His jawline is sharp enough to cut glass, his beard perfectly trimmed, framing full lips that curve into that maddening, arrogant smirk far too often. His dark hair is artfully messy, like he just rolled out of bed but still manages to look better than anyone has a right to.The tattoos creeping up his neck draw my eyes in ways I hate. Dark, intricate lines snake over his skin, disappearing under the crisp ...
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