MasukGreenLee is her family's princess. Her family being one the of the biggest mafia families in the US. She helps her uncle ran the business and the family. Even though she knows that one day she will never truly be the head of the family because she is a woman. But that doesn't hold her back. She will do anything to protect her family. But what she doesn't tell everybody not even her best friend is that she has had a stalker since she was 11. That was the first time she met Ivan Balakin. The Russian. He stalks her from afar but what GreenLee doesn't know is that her dead-beat Dad is in debt to Ivan and tries to use GreenLee as payment. This causes her Uncle Sal to ask Luca Rissi for help Luca Ricci is the Don of the Italian Mob, lives in Sicily. Playboy, dangerous, all-around Man-whore. He agrees to meet with Sal to help protect GreenLee. He will do anything to get under Ivan's skin. Even agreeing to marriage. But what happens when he meets his match. Will GreenLee be able to tame the playboy mobster. Or will Luca stomp out her internal fire. Will they find love or will it all be torn down by Ivan.
Lihat lebih banyakThey think I’m broken.Liam watches me like I’m a trophy he’s cracked. His uncle calls me “the Ricci girl” like I’m some cursed relic. They think the bruises, the silence, the locked doors mean they’ve won.Let them.Let them believe I’m shattered. That I’ve forgotten who I am. That I’ve traded my name for survival.Because I am surviving. Every breath, every quiet step through this gilded prison, every time I bite my tongue instead of screaming—I’m surviving. And I’m learning.Liam doesn’t sell me like the others. Says I’m “his.” But he treats me like inventory. Like something to control, to parade, to punish. He wants me to forget I’m a Ricci. Wants me to forget I’m GreenLee’s daughter. Luca’s blood. Wants me to forget I was raised in fire.Flashback:They didn’t understand.Not Papa. Not Matteo. Not Salvatore.They saw Liam and saw danger. I saw him and saw freedom.“He’s not one of us,” Matteo said, voice sharp like he was trying to cut Liam out of me.“He’s hiding something,” Sal
They handed me the keys like it was a favor. Like taking over the Bruno family was some kind of honor. It wasn’t. It was a cleanup job. Uncle Sal left behind a legacy soaked in blood and bad deals, and I was the poor bastard with the mop.Kansas City fits me. It’s got teeth. The kind of place where people smile with their mouths and lie with their eyes. I don’t mind. I’ve got my own brand of honesty—numbers, leverage, and the kind of silence that makes men nervous.Matteo and I came out of the womb in sync, but we split somewhere along the way. He went diplomatic. I went direct. He plays chess in candlelit rooms. I play poker with men who carry knives in their boots. Doesn’t mean I don’t love him. Just means I know what game I’m playing.The Lords of Valhalla MC trust me because I don’t pretend. I don’t flinch. I don’t ask questions I already know the answers to. Jasper’s got its own rhythm—steel, leather, and loyalty that doesn’t need words. We run guns because it keeps the peace. An
I came into this world sixty seconds before my brother—just a minute, but it’s a minute that shaped everything. My father, Luca Ricci, always said it was fate. My mother, GreenLee, preferred to think of it as destiny. Either way, from the moment I drew my first breath, the weight of the Ricci name settled around my shoulders.Salvatore and I have always been mirror images: both tall, both tan, both inheriting the strength of two empires. But if you look close, you’ll see the difference. My hair is black as midnight, just like my father’s—unmistakable, a mark of the Ricci line. Salvatore’s is a blend, streaked with hints of red that catch the sun, a living reminder of our mother’s Kansas City fire. People used to mix us up, but never for long. I carry my legacy on top of my head; Salvatore wears his on his brow.Growing up in the Ricci estate felt like living in a gilded cage. Every lesson, every glance, every whispered promise was meant to mold me into the next Don. There was no room
GreenLeeFive years ago, I was surviving. Now, I’m watching my sons chase balloons across a backyard filled with laughter—and I’m finally breathing.Matteo and Salvatore are five today. Five candles. Five years of becoming. Not just for them—for all of us.Rob and Gabby are married now, expecting their first baby. She glows like someone who’s finally safe.John and Hannah are on baby number three—a boy this time. I think he’ll be the one to teach John how to slow down and listen.Sal and Lori have been married four years. Still dancing like they’re the only ones in the room.Gio and Gina—twins already, and another baby due any day. Their house is chaos, but it’s the kind that sings.Luca’s parents are finally enjoying retirement, even if Papa insists on flying to Missouri once a month to “check on Sal.” We all know it’s just his excuse to stay close to the noise he loves.Tosha and Toni are on baby number three.Talia’s eight now, and she’s already the kind of big sister who makes spac






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