This is finally the end of this part of their story. Like I have mentioned, they get another book, which is the 6th one in the series. The book is available on Goodreads under the name PRECARIOUS: THE GAME OF HEARTS, or you can simply search my name or the name of the series, CASTELLO DI CARTE MAFIA CHRONICLES, for anyone who wants to leave a review or a rating. Book 2 is out. It's Luciano De Luca and Rosaline Guerra waiting for you. Yeah, not Fabiola Rossi. Filled with scandals, betrayal, forbidden friends with benefits and lots of heartbreaks, THE MAFIA LORD AND HIS FORBIDDEN PRINCESS is a perfect read for all Mafia lovers out there. Want to continue the journey of the characters of CASTELLO DI CARTE with me? Dive in!
“I should’ve killed that kid when I caught hold of Durant. That fucking bastard! Even his son isn’t any less,” Julian groaned. “He’s just a kid,” I murmured under my breath. That was what I believed. Aleksandr was a kid whose father had done terrible things and got taken away from him. He could no
BELLA Checking up on Fabi and Mamma one last time, I headed downstairs. The events had shaken everyone today. I knew I had nothing to reassure them with, not until Adonis and Matteo were back. Dante and Julian, the enforcer, were on the couch, faces smeared with tension. Julian’s phone buzzed, and
“Bombs,” someone yelled out. We lowered ourselves under the table while Adonis and his men pulled their guns out. Many men and women rushed toward the exit, trying to save their lives. I pulled Alessia closer to me and Mamma let out a heavy gasp and peeked her head out from under the table. “Don’t
“He had huge muscles and there were tattoos on his hands.” He pointed at the back of his hand. “He looked scary.” I couldn’t help but laugh at the look on his face. So pure and innocent. “You have nothing to fear,” I assured him and he stepped out of the room. “You’re the new bride.” “I am.” Ther
BELLA The outdoor reception was Ros’s idea. She loved the sight of string lights and candles, decorating almost every part of the bamboo ceiling and poles, giving the venue a light yellow touch amidst all the whites and blues. The only part I hated was that she wasn’t here to bear through the eveni
“You taste,” I scraped my teeth just below her clit and she moaned loudly, “so fucking delicious.”***BELLAOh, God! This was too much. I was riding his face, desperate to match the movements of his tongue. I wanted to hide my face in a blanket, worried about how this overwhelming need looked on me