Semua Bab GIOVANNI: A FORBIDDEN MAFIA ROMANCE : Bab 1 - Bab 10

CHAPTER 1: Mirabella's POV I hated this, I hated it all. The flashy cars, charity events, the attention, everything that hid the horrible things the Belluci family did.I winced as the maid pulled the strings of my dress tighter, I had always been fuller, curvier, Papa hated it. It was my 21st birthday, and I couldn't help but feel like I was about to be auctioned off. My papa was power hungry, greedy, foul. For that, he had a lot of enemies, both within and outside the family. I had two older brothers, Marco and Dominic. They were as good to me as made men could be. What I wouldn't give to go back to the days we would ride our bicycles together, before my papa threw them into this cold world of blood and murder.Admiring their hardwork, the maids walked out. I breathed a sigh of relief."Fuck this," I muttered removing a clip from my hair, allowing the straight black hair to fall around my shoulders. I reached for my second drawer and pulled out my gun, tucking it gi

CHAPTER 3: Mirabella's POV Papa was dead. And I saw his murderer pull the trigger, I didn't even call for help or try to stop him. Maybe deep down, that was what I wanted, but it didn't make this any easier. I bent over the toilet seat as another wave of nausea hit me. I pressed my palms against the cool porcelain, feeling a tremor run through my body, a nausea that wasn't just physical but rooted in something darker, something I couldn't name.I felt like I had a hand in his murder. The stranger, who was he? I had been shielded from this part of this life all my life because that's what the daughters do, sit pretty, have manners, get pawned off. Marco was talking to the stranger before he shot Papa. The memory replayed, distorted, in my mind: Marco’s tense jaw, the stranger’s cold stare, the click of the gun. I gasped as realization dawned upon me. Marco had a hand in this. I gathered myself from the floor and stalked out of my room, making a beeline for Papa’s office

CHAPTER 5: Mirabella's POV I was late for class, again. I groaned as I turned off the alarm clock that had been ringing for the past hour. Yes, I could sleep through even the worst natural disaster. Chef Lily was going to go ballistic. She had been on to me for God knows what reason, and I could already picture her scowl when she saw me.I hurried through my morning routine, quickly brushing my teeth, pulling on a pair of soft, comfortable leggings and a loose tank top. I grabbed a granola bar and a juice box, stuffing them into my bag as I hurried out the door. As I made my way to the car, that prickling sensation crept up my spine again, the feeling that I was being watched. It had been happening for the past month and I just couldn’t ignore it anymore.Throwing my bags into the backseat, I dashed back into the house to grab my gun, carefully stashed under the coffee table. A girl could never be too careful these days.I arrived at the institution thirty minutes late

CHAPTER 7: Mirabella's POV I thought about calling Marco and reporting that creep to him. But I brushed that thought right off. I didn't want Marco interfering in my new life.As I turned on the shower, I recalled how my body felt in close proximity to him. If he weren't such an asshole, I would have fucked him, that's for sure. You didn't come about sexy as sin looking men like that every day.I moaned as my hands glided over my breasts and travelled down to my clit. Then, I fucked myself imagining it was Giovanni Moretti. I would never do it anyway, so why not pretend to have it just for a while? The memory of Giovanni’s touch, his scent, none of that was real anymore, but it still haunted me, a reminder of what I secretly craved. I couldn’t believe I had just admitted that.After my very productive shower, I got dressed in a silk robe and went downstairs to practice what we were taught in class. I was baking focaccia and lasagna. The steps were easy enough consideri

CHAPTER 9: Mirabella's POV It had been two weeks since I had seen him. He fucking finger-fucked me and then went AWOL. If I didn't already know he was an asshole, I was now absolutely certain. “You mean to tell me he just did that and disappeared?” Eliana asked for the hundredth time since I told her. I left out the part where he was a freaking mafia boss, what she doesn't know won't kill her. I was just, you know, confused. And I needed girly advice, which is why it was a Friday night, and we were at a club, drowning my sorrows in alcohol and loud music.“I don't know, girl. I think you should focus on Max. He didn't finger you and leave you hanging. In fact, he's been quite persistent in getting to know you,” she said, and I knew she was right. Yes, Max was great, but my mind kept circling back to Giovanni—our unfinished business, the chaos he brought into my life.“Allister is a real asshole if you ask me,” she continued. Yes, Allister was his new name. I didn't wa