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Chapter 60 (Luca)

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last update 게시일: 2026-01-15 05:20:06

Let’s get this over with.

The wedding was a formality. A performance. A necessary illusion to keep the families quiet and the bloodlines clean. I stood there in a tailored suit that cost more than most men’s mortgages, watching GreenLee walk toward me like she was stepping into a trap she didn’t know she’d helped set.

She was radiant. Real. And I hated that this day—this moment—was tainted by what had to come next.

Ivan.

The after party was the real ceremony. That’s where the vows would be brok
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  • The Mafia Princess   Epilogue IV (Katrina)

    They 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

  • The Mafia Princess   Epilogue III (Salvatore)

    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

  • The Mafia Princess   Epilogue II (Matteo)

    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

  • The Mafia Princess   Epilogue (GreenLee/Luca)

    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

  • The Mafia Princess   Chapter 73 (Luca)

    They all saw joy. I saw responsibility.Metteo Alessio Ricci. Salvatore Luca Ricci.Two names. Two boys. Two futures I’d die to protect.GreenLee looked at me like I’d given her the world. Truth is, she gave me mine. I held Metteo first, felt the weight of my grandfather’s name settle into my arms like a vow. Defender. That’s what Alessio means. I’d never understood it until now.Then Salvatore. Her uncle’s name. My own. That one hit harder. Legacy isn’t just about blood—it’s about choice. And GreenLee chose me. Chose us.The room was still buzzing, but I was somewhere else. Back in the alley behind Nonna’s bakery, where Gio and I first learned how to throw a punch. Back in the chapel where I swore I’d never let this life touch the people I loved.Now I had two sons. And a woman who trusted me to keep them safe.The villa was full—of noise, of love, of people who’d survived too much and still showed up. GreenLee was upstairs with the boys, finally asleep. I’d checked twice. Maybe thre

  • The Mafia Princess   Chapter 72 (GreenLee)

    I thought I knew what pain was. I’ve worn it like silk, stitched it into every smile I’ve ever faked. But this—this was different. This was raw and holy and loud.Luca’s hand was wrapped around mine, steady. He didn’t speak much, just watched me like I was something sacred. Not fragile. Not broken. Just… becoming.The nurse said it was time. I nodded, even though I wasn’t ready. Who ever is?The first cry came fast. A boy. My boy. They placed him on my chest, and I swear I felt the world shift. He was warm and real and mine. I cried like I hadn’t in years—like something inside me cracked open and let the light in.Luca kissed my forehead. “He’s perfect,” he whispered.But the nurse didn’t move away.“There’s another,” she said.I blinked. “Another what?”“Another baby.”I stared at her. At Luca. At the boy in my arms. My heart stuttered.Twins.They’d hidden each other. Every ultrasound, every test. One curled behind the other like a secret. Like a shadow.The second cry was softer. S

  • The Mafia Princess   Chapter 52 (Luca)

    The office smells like espresso and tension.Gio’s pacing, flipping through his phone like it owes him answers. Papa sits behind the desk, calm as ever, fingers steepled, eyes sharp. The speakerphone crackles, and Sal’s voice fills the room—gravel and steel, the sound of a man who’s buried enemies

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-03-28

  • The Mafia Princess   Chapter 53 (GreenLee)

    Saturday draped itself over Florence like silk—warm, golden, and just shy of overwhelming. I stood in the lobby of the hotel, heart thudding like it had something to prove. The marble floors gleamed beneath me, but all I could see was the elevator’s slow descent, the blinking numbers counting down

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-03-28

  • The Mafia Princess   Chapter 48 (Sam/GreenLee)

    I wasn’t drinking. Not tonight. Not with the secret tucked inside me like a firecracker waiting to go off.Everyone else was celebrating—shots, margaritas, someone trying to convince the waiter to spike the horchata. I stuck to sparkling water with lime, pretending it was a choice and not a necessi

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-03-27

  • The Mafia Princess   Chapter 50 (Luca)

    She’s asleep in my arms, her breath soft against my chest, the weight of her grief finally surrendered to rest. I don’t move. Not even a twitch. Because this—this moment—is sacred.She let me hold her.Not just physically. She let me see her broken edges, the raw ache behind her strength. And she t

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-03-27
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