All Chapters of His Docile Mafia Princess : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Sasha,” he snaps, startling me. I tense beside Gianna, who huffs in irritation. “What is it now?” she whispers to Alessio. “He's upset,” he blankly retorts, telling us the obvious. Everyone stares at Sasha, who remains frozen, her hand shaking when she sees Enzo moving towards her. Sasha needs to learn that he calls the shots, she says jump, and you ask how high immediately. “Enzo, amore, what is it?” Mrs Valenti asks, her voice trembling. Even she is afraid of her son, so who am I not to have feared him so much I ran into another man's arms for comfort. Enzo's hand reaches for Sasha's face, and she backs away, not too quickly, but Enzo counters by grabbing her, holding her in place with one hand while the other moves strands of her hair, exposing her bruised cheek. “What's this, Alessandra?” he asks, his voice harsh and cold. He startles me again. Alessandra moves his hand, “I bumped into the wall.” Really? That's the lie she's going for? Her cheek is fucking red, she

Alessandra I wake up alone, but I know Enzo is somewhere close because his gun is on the bedside table. Knowing he's still home makes me blush with memories from last night. I can't believe I said I loved him, but what's more unbelievable is how he still said it after I told him only to say it if he meant it. I'm fulfilled, and I've got those butterflies in my belly that they always talk about in the movies. I admire the rare gun my husband owns from afar, needing one for myself. The gun is even engraved; that's how seriously Enzo takes possession. Still, nothing beats the way he acts towards me, even towards his siblings. I set out to find him, it's Sunday morning, somewhat early, so he must be in the kitchen or the gym. I've learned his routine easily, he's predictable with it, at least in the house. My feet pause at the open gym door, two voices erupting from inside. I instantly recognise them, the bickering is enough of a clue. Alessio is here, and as per usual, arguing wit

EnzoI stand by the window, phone pressed to my ear and my eyes fixed on the garden outside, but I see nothing beyond the interruption of my dinner with Sasha.I've been on call for over ten minutes, and still, Michele doesn't seem to grasp how serious the situation is.“Non è un’offerta, è un avvertimento,” (This isn’t an offer, but a warning.) I say, needing to clarify consequences, will be sure if I don't get it anyway after working on this project for three whole months.Michele stutters, something about needing more time. Bullshit, three months was me giving him time.“Abbiamo aspettato abbastanza. O firmi l’accordo o ti svegli senza una lingua.” (We’ve waited long enough. Either you sign the deal or you wake up without a tongue.)A familiar silence comes through, I've rattled him enough to have him scrumbling to make my demands happen. “But Capo—” I exhale slowly, my patience thinning as I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Parla con tuo fratello. Se non riesci a convincerlo, lo far

“Nonsense,” Father groans. “To the godfather, competency outlaws bloodlines. Why do you think Don Valenti isn't even a common Capo? These positions are not only inherited but earned, that's why we as leaders are inclined to choose heirs rightfully. It's not about bloodline, it's about la familia.” I nod, the realisation dawning on me.“You're right, Father, but how do we make it happen? We can't do it alone. Enzo is smart. He might catch on and—” “You underestimate yourself, my prodigy, you are ten times better than that spoiled mafia brat,” he groans, my eye twitching at the insult towards him. “You are excellent at planning, but you've given me the idea, which is more than enough! I will talk to some people and see who we can put on that throne, some young blood. Who knows, he might marry one of you.” “Not me!” I snap, I'm married, and while I won't be when everything goes down, I don't want to go through this again. “I am not a fan of marriage at all. I wasn't before, but now

“I'm out with Andrea and her friends,” I whisper, looking over my shoulder to find them all looking at me. “Isabella is here too,” I say, not knowing why I'm pointing it out. “I see. I was worried. If your guards had not informed me you're okay, I would be tearing up the city.” “That's a bit extreme,” I snort, my cheeks flushing. “I'm fine.” “Good, I'm working out of town today, there are a few loose ends I need to cut.” “Alright,” I retort, my tone filled with excitement. The less I see of him, the better. “I won't be back until later, so you can make other dinner plans,” he says, making my day even better. If I'm lucky, I can go a whole 24 hours without seeing his face! I tried not to look at him when I awoke this morning. “Okay, bye.” I say, ending the call before he can start flirting with me or saying anything more to subject me to the sound of his voice. “Everything okay?” Isabella asks, watching me as I settle back down. I nod, smiling. “All good, he just wanted