MasukTwo ruthless men wrapped around her finger tips. A love that threatens to burn all. Camellia Moretti was born into a Mafia family where duty superceded anything. When she turned Eighteen, her Father arranged a marriage for her with the cruelest Mafia Lord, Alejandro Ricci. But Camellia refuses to marry him, running away from him to seek refuge with the world wide famous assassin, Mateo Greco. But what happens when she becomes trapped in a love triangle between the two dangerous men, who are more than willing to set the world ablaze for her? *** Alejandro Ricci is the sole heir of the Requiem, he was raised to be as brutal as possible. Dangerous, ruthless, possessive, and obsessive. He always goes for what he wants, which happens to be just her. Mateo Greco is known as a ghost. He is the best assassin in the whole of New York city, the best money can ever buy. He was never known for backing off especially when it comes to getting what he wants. In the fierce fight for Camillia Moretti's heart and body, who wins?
Lihat lebih banyakThe letter was handed to him by one of his men with the elbelm on it—un lobo. A wolf.Mateo's brows raised, his line like eyes even smaller. A black envelope with the figure of a golden wolf. Everyone knew what that stood for —The Requiem.He took a breath in, tossing the letter on the table. His hands ran through his ebony hair, his lips parted, his teeth nibbling on his lower lip.At the mention of the Requiem, the image of his bride played in his head. How her soft cleavage pressed against the blue cups of her gown, how dark and sexy her eyes looked...She was a territory he couldn't afford to cross. The Requiem's Bride was highly desirable but already claimed.He sat up immediately, trying to push the image of Camellia's smile though it was almost impossible to.His fingers slipped the letter up, finally sliding it open.The content was brief as always. Alejandro Ricci was not a man of many words. He always just left a name and manner of death.But when Mateo's eyes fully absorbed
---Her Father's words rang in her ears. " Everyone in the Requiem is a wolf and you are the Requiem's Bride." The shadows hugged the corners of the dimly lit din hall. She sat down on the chair alone. Everyone had left. The darkness and silence amplified her rage. She stared into the darkness, her blood boiling, her fist clenched as she scoffed under her breath. The Requiem's Bride. That was a title she never asked for. A life she was going to be forced to live with a man worse than her Father. Even if he hadn't shown it, she knew just exactly the type of man he was. And everyone's reactions to him confirmed it. He was worse than the devil himself. She pushed her chair back, standing up. Then soon she moved, her heels making soft clicks against the marble floor taking steps that led her out of the dinning room toward the balcony.She needed air. The night air was fresh, with the smell of rain, liquor and cigarettes. Her eyes moved around till they rested on the courtyard below
Camellia looked through her netted lashes. The last time everyone was gathered like this, they had fucking sold her off. Ringlets of smoke danced around the dinning halls, the strong smell of liquor, cigarettes and silence filling the room. Alejandro sat at the head of the long table, he was dressed in a fine silk, black sleeveless shirt. His wolf tattoo stretched over his balls of muscles on both arms. His fingers tapped silently again his glass of whiskey. His dark eyes moved around the room, scanning each face like a predator assessing its prey.Camellia sat beside him, her back was pressed against the chair. Her dark hair was curled in waves and her makeup was thick, her face unreadable. Her father, Luca Moretti, sat comfortably, his fingers wrapped around his glass of liquor, his eyes also traveled like Alejandro’s. Lorenzo, her eldest brother, sat right by his side, his jaw tight. He picked up his glass of liquor, taking a little sip from it then he sets it back on the table
He was gone. As Camellia's eyes roamed around searching for him, Alejandro watched her. How her pupils dilated, how they reddened like she had tears stored up in them.She was looking for someone. Another man. While he was right by her side.His blood boiled. He spun her around, holding her wrist firmly. His voice dropped to a whisper as he scanned her face deeply. "Camellia... Who are you searching so desperately for?" Camellia felt her muscles stiffen. She had a feeling he knew. Alejandro was a very dangerous, even for Mateo. If he knew she was looking for Mateo, then Mateo would be in a whole lot of trouble. She straightened her back, raising her chin up in defiance. "None of your business, Alejandro." He smirked, "Do I need to show you just how much of...? "his eyes trailed down her body, growing lighter with lust."...'my business' you are? " he stressed. Camellia could sense the danger in his voice, like a silent warning, a subtle threat. His fingers dug into her lean wr






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