All Chapters of The Mafia's Arranged Bride : Chapter 31 - Chapter 36

Gianna  The scream was terrifying enough to freeze my blood. My eyes shot open and fell straight on the ceiling, the LED lights embedded in it still twinkling. I just lay there, my heart hammering in my chest so loud that I could hear it. “You’re up,” I blinked twice at his familiar voice and then sat up at lightning speed, my body tensing up as we both stared at each other. Nico stood by the bed, a glass of orange juice in hand, and he was still in those low-hanging jeans. Thankfully, there was no more blood splattered across his face and body. “You’re running out of fingers.” Bile crept up my throat as the memories slammed into me. What he did to that man… I didn’t know how to erase the images now seared into my mind. I knew Nico was deemed as deadly but I didn’t know he was capable of…that. “Drink,” h

Gianna“I can’t believe we are really doing this,” Teresa grinned as we drove to Maximus’s place for lunch the next afternoon. “This is incredible!”“It’s a bit…crazy,” I murmured. “I mean, what were the odds of me running into him at the party and then all this…”“Running into his arms…” Tess smirked. “It’s fate, baby.”“I guess,” I shrugged.“So, when do you plan to tell others?” she asked. “I have no idea why you haven’t told them yet.”“I just want to get it all absolutely finalized,” I said. “Leo will freak out, so I need to kind of create the ambience before I tell him.”“And what about Nico?” I didn’t like that look in her eyes—like I was some wounded puppy. So I just kept my face blank and shrugged again.“I tried to call him, but he didn’t pick up. I haven’t seen or heard from him in three days,” I said.“What?” Teresa exclaimed. “But why? Where is he?”“I have no idea. We…we had sex and well…things spiraled from there.” It was embarrassing to say out loud. Even to my best fri

GiannaFor a second, Nico just stared at me, almost as if he couldn’t believe his ears. But that second passed, and the next thing I knew, he grabbed my jaw, his fingers digging into my skin, and crushed his mouth against mine. There was nothing soft about the kiss. It was violent, raw, fueled by rage and untamed masculine possessiveness. His other hand moved to my waist, gripping me hard enough to bruise as he shoved me backwards until my hips slammed into the edge of the kitchen island. He pulled back just enough to tear my dress apart, the material ripped at the seams, the buttons scattering all over the floor. His hands slid up, wrapping around my throat, not choking, just holding, forcing me to feel how little control I had now. My breath caught. I hated how my body melted against his hold, seeking more even when I wanted to scream at him. "You want to act like a little brat?" he ras