All Chapters of Fallen From Grace [Married to the Mafia Novel]: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

That one word gives me the last straw of hope and I hold onto it like a lifeline. My legs throb and my lungs burn from exhaustion but his outstretched hand keeps me going, running toward it like a beacon of hope. With every step I take closer to him, I feel safer, but at the same time, I can sense his aura. His intensity and his displayed strength just by standing there. Against the barrage of gunfire from Serafino and his men, this man stands proud, completely unarmed, and that says a lot about him. Without slowing down, I sprint straight into this stranger, colliding with his hard chest. With my mind hazy with adrenaline, I hide behind his broad back, hands gripped tightly around the material of his shirt. “Thank you,” I gasp out, unsure if he heard me. I’m not safe yet, the danger is still very real and very close, but the moment I made it behind this man I felt protected. “The invitation doesn’t extend to you too, Mr. Regis. Leave, now.” His voice is delicious like a deep velve

He’s serious? I can’t believe it. “What?” Dante smirks, amused at the results of our negotiation. “I’m granting you a favor, but now you owe me, Miss Atwood.” “You’re serious?” Is this really happening? I won’t have to go back to the Regis family and become their slave? I have a chance to reclaim my name and save my sister? “Don’t regret your decision. And don’t make me regret mine.” He all but growls his words toward me. “Now, leave.” I don’t fight the relief that floods through me, my legs giving out as I feel the tension leave my body. I suppose I’ve been running on adrenaline this entire time, it’s only now that it’s taking a toll on my body. Since I came home from my long flight, the rest of my night was spent running away from people literally trying to kill me. It’s a miracle I even survived. I guess I need to thank my sister for forcing me to go to the gym with her all these months. I collapse onto the floor ungracefully, trying to gather my wits and my composure. I hea

I get dressed in the clothes provided, a simple black shirt and black jeans that are a little too small for me, hugging my ass and thighs like a second skin. I don’t wonder where the clothes came from because it’s most likely from one of Dante’s or his men’s women. At least that’s my best guess for these mafia men with their multitude of women.   I head out of Dante’s room. There’s still something I need to do.    I don’t need to look far because Dante’s right there waiting for me outside the room. I flush immediately, embarrassed at what happened inside the room a few minutes ago.   “Follow me,”  

“You’re to stay here until Dante gives further orders. Feel free to roam the main house, but don’t leave. Find Killian if you need anything.”   Those were the last words I heard from Luca before he left to God knows where. It’s been two days since then and I haven’t heard from him or Dante since. I’ve taken the liberty to get familiar with the huge mansion.   The D’Angelo estate isn’t a mansion or a couple of buildings put together, but a whole expanse of vast land. It’s so big that it might take a few hours just to walk around the perimeter. It consists of the main house-- where I’ve been provided a room; the stables; the garage; and the open yard. At least those were what I could see from the second-floor terrace. I haven’t really left the house since I’m

“Are you serious?”   Fucking ridiculous. I’ve been summoned early in the next day for this crap?    “Why would you think I’m not?” But he can’t be.   “You want me to marry you?” I ask as I wave the marriage registration papers he had handed to me when I walked in. From the corner of my eye, I see Luca standing beside Dante fighting a grin. It makes me want to walk over there and smack him across the face.   “Simply put, yes. I’m cashing in the favor you owe me. Fo