Inicio / Romance / The Mafia Devil’s Wrong Bride / Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Todos los capítulos de The Mafia Devil’s Wrong Bride: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

204 Capítulos

The Switch

Annalissa Hale Today should have been my sister’s wedding. Instead, it feels like my execution. Each step down this aisle sounds like the click of a gun cocking behind my head. The chapel is silent. Every pair of eyes is fixed on me as the music swells. My dress feels too tight because it isn’t mine. It was meant for my twin sister, who vanished minutes before her marriage to the most dangerous man in New York. My pulse thrums with every step. And it isn’t the diamond-embedded dress strangling my breath. It’s him. Dante Romano. The man who rules this city’s shadows like a king. At twenty eight, he’s the youngest Don NYC has seen in decades. Tattoos crawl from his wrists. Sculpted cheekbones, jaw line carved into a firm, decisive line. Muscular build that even the sleek tailoring of his black suit can’t hide. He doesn’t just stand right there at the altar. He dominates the space. His eyes are devoid of any warmth. He simply stares at me with the kind of patience a preda

The Test

Annalissa Hale My stomach twists violently. Cold sweat prickles down my spine as I curl my shaky hands into fists. Dante doesn’t move right away. He just watches me. The silence stretches and my pulse is so loud, it drowns everything else. His hands slide into his pockets like he has all the time in the world. His gaze pins me in place, savoring my unease. Then, finally, he steps closer. So close I feel the warm brush of his breath against my temple. I stiffen, biting back a gasp. His hand lifts, slowly as he brushes a lock of hair behind my ear like a predator testing the twitch of his prey. I bite the inside of my cheek and continue to keep my gaze down. His fingers trail down to my jaw, holding it there, forcing me to tilt up to his eyes. “Do you know what a husband does to his bride on their wedding night?” His voice is low. I swallow hard. The words scrape my throat. “Y-you don’t have to…you seem tired.” His thumb drags across my lower lip, slow enough to make me flinch

Super Threat

Annnalissa Hale I smooth my hand over my dress, forcing a steady breath. The bagel sits on my plate and I calmly force my fingers to lift the pastry. When I glance up, Dante is already watching me from the far end of the table. One of his elbows is propped on the chair, with his shirt stretching over his shoulders. His gaze is dark and unblinking. The silence coils, daring me to fold. I tilt my chin, summon a faint smile, and slide the bagel back across the polished wood toward him. “You should have it. A husband deserves the first bite.” For a beat, his expression doesn’t change. Then his mouth curves like an unsheathing blade. He leans back, spreading his arm over the chair as if he owns not just the table, but the air I’m breathing. “Careful, Issa. Offering me your food sounds a lot like an invitation.” Heat spikes up the back of my neck. My hand tightens on my lap, my nails biting into my skin. “It’s not,” I manage, holding his gaze. “It’s manners.” His laugh

Fire

Annalissa Hale It’s been a few days since Dante and I visited the Romano estate. He hasn’t touched me since, but he stalks me with his gaze, like a wolf circling meat he isn’t ready to eat yet. Which is why, when Clarissa’s boss called asking why she hadn’t shown up for work in days, I couldn’t risk hesitation. I had left my phone back at the wedding hall and somehow ended up with Clarissa’s. Mum and Dad think it’s best they hold on to my phone for now to avoid any slip ups. Dad has even dispersed a secret search party to find Clarissa. Until then, my performance as Clarissa has a new stage: her job. Pretending to be my twin sister at home was hard enough. Doing it in a marketing office full of sharp eyes? That’s a fresh kind of hell. Still, Dante wasn’t against me working so it would look suspicious if I chose not to. Suspicion was the last thing I could afford. So here I am, walking into Maddox Global with my sister’s ID badge clipped to my shirt and my pulse drumming.

Fear

Dante Romano The sight of another man’s body caging my wife is enough to make me want to break every bone in his face. I’ve killed men for less. My knuckles tighten on the steering wheel until leather creaks. I should’ve ripped the door open the second I saw her stumble out of the building, but I waited, watching. Old habits. A Romano never steps blind into an ambush. But when the bastard slams her against brick, and her head snaps back, I kill the engine and step out. I’m no longer thinking. I’m moving. Her eyes catch mine over his shoulder. Wide and desperate. She’s terrified. But not of me. And I know, with bone-deep certainty, that she will never look at another man that way again. I’ll make damn sure of it. “Let go of her,” I say, low and even. The punk twists, still holding her wrist like he owns it. He doesn’t know yet what mistake he’s made. But he will. Oh, he will. Because no one touches what’s mine. Not without consequences. The blond idiot makes the mistake of

—K?

Annalissa HaleStrip.For a second I think I misheard him. That maybe the rush of blood in my ears twisted his command into something else. But when my gaze lifts up, Dante is standing there with the door locked behind him. His dark eyes are fixed on me with the same intensity he had when his hand was crushing Charlie’s throat.He means it. His eyes are unblinking, daring me to defy him.My fingers twitch at the knot of the belt. I should refuse. I should tell him no. I should remind him he said he wasn’t going to touch me unless I begged. Is he changing his mind now?He’s already pacing toward me and I know what happens when you bare your teeth at a man like him—you get bitten.So I do the only thing I can. I obey.Slowly.Painfully slow.I pull the belt, but my clumsy fingers fumble with the knot. If he wants me stripped, then he’ll get it, but not as a gift. Not as surrender.The belt comes loose, the robe slackens. I don’t let it fall. My breaths are shallow, uneven.He notic

Cornered

Annalissa Hale Two nights ago, I told myself I wouldn’t care. That Kayleigh’s smug little text was nothing but bait, the same way she tried to bait me at the Romano estate. Maybe she thought I would crumble. Maybe she thought I’d get jealous.But I don’t own Dante. He doesn’t own me either. So they can both do whatever the fuck they want.At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.But standing here now, beneath a chandelier that burns hot against my skin with Dante’s hand heavy at the small of my back, my eyes keep sliding across the room. To her.Kayleigh Miller. She’s laughing too loud at the Prime Minister’s jokes. Her hands are brushing his arm. And I hate that I’m curious. That the words she texted me—don’t worry, your man is in good hands—still echo in my head and I really want to know what’s going on between her and Dante.But I can’t ask him. He’ll take it as me showing interest in him.I’m able to slip away from Dante eventually. He only brought me here to show off

008

Dante Romano I leave her alone for a few minutes and she’s already gotten herself into trouble. That damn woman! My fists clench beside me as I walk down the hallway, slipping next to Issa in front of the reporter who’s holding out the camera. Issa finches next to me and her lips part. I can see the hesitation in her eyes and I immediately pull out a smile. Damage control. “My wife has had a lot to drink tonight.” I say, wrapping my hands around her. “We’ll stop the interview here.” Without waiting for another word from the reporter, I start to pull Issa down the hall. She doesn’t protest. She follows me like she’s still not fully grasping the situation. I clench my teeth. If you at least intend on fooling everyone, you should fucking do your research. I’m sure a few sensible ones would be suspicious by the way she froze on camera. I can’t have her just casually reveal her true identity like that. I can only imagine the kind of blow my reputation in the mafia underwor

009

Annalissa Hale I think having a bodyguard follow me everywhere I go is a bit of a stretch just because of a tiny mishap.Maybe not tiny considering the way I yelled all through the ride last night, holding on to Dante’s hand like he’s a lifeline. But I was scared. I’ve never been followed or chased. It was my firsthand reaction to something I’ve never experienced before.Dante, on the other hand, doesn’t feel the same and is taking extra measures to quote-unquote protect me. Which is why I’m canceling my plans for today—which also includes meeting my parents—because Dante wants me to take self defense classes on top of having my own personal body guard.Worse, he’ll be training me. I suspect he just doesn’t want someone else touching “what belongs to him.” I know that’s what he thinks of me as. His possession.“The Don wants you in the training room in five minutes.” Teresa says as she steps into the bedroom and places a pair of leggings and sports bra on the bed. I take a dee

010

Annalissa Hale For one fleeting second, I swear I see something dangerous clink in Dante’s eyes. Something that makes my pulse trip over itself.His hands snap up, gripping my hips before I can even blink, and suddenly the power shifts again. I’m flipped onto my back, breathless, with his weight caging me in again.My shiver rakes down my spine. “I warned you,” he says softly as he shifts lower. His mouth grazes the side of my throat. “You don’t get to play with fire unless you’re ready to burn.”Goosebumps race down my arms. His grip is firm and his fingers tighten on my wrists just enough to remind me that he’s bigger, stronger and in control.“Lesson two,” he says, releasing me suddenly and rising to his feet. His chest gleams with sweat as he offers me his hand. “Never assume your opponent is down for good.”I glare up at him, but my cheeks are flaming as I take his hand. He pulls me up too easily.“Again,” he orders.We circle. I feint left, then try to rush him. He side

ANTERIOR

...

SIGUIENTE

ESCANEA EL CÓDIGO PARA LEER EN LA APP

DMCA.com Protection Status