All Chapters of The Mafia Devil’s Wrong Bride: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Dante RomanoI hate to be the bad guy. But with Capone running loose and Connor still not finding out what’s up with him, I can’t take any chances.Issa thinks I’m trying to control her. She thinks I don’t trust her. She’s wrong, there’s nothing personal about keeping someone alive. I didn’t build an empire to watch the people I love become collateral because someone wanted to play at bravado. Hearing about that car chase made something in me snap. I drove like a man with a deadline to the office. Found her flanked by Lombardo with that smug little smile. There’s something about that man that presses at my teeth like grit. I wanted to wipe it off his face with a fist.And then he had the audacity to act like the hero and gave everyone on the team a day off. Day off or not, I was taking my wife with me either way.I usually don’t get so easily pissed off by people. I’m a Don, I have self control. It just doesn’t apply to Lombardo and I want him gone far away from Issa forever. If

Annalissa Hale Double the security, double the headache. Dante cannot be reasoned with. When he makes a decision, he doesn’t go back on it.He’s hell-bent on protecting me. From what, I have no idea. He won’t tell me, and Connor or Rio won’t let on either. Which means it’s serious. And probably dangerous.But I’ve learned the hard way that pushing Dante when he’s like this is useless. He’ll tell me when he’s ready. Until then, I’ll put up with the extra guards, the check-ins, the sense that I’m being watched even in my own home. At least he’s letting me work. That’s something.I love what I do. I love working for Ronan. I’m good at it. I don’t want to be just Dante Romano’s wife. I want purpose, make a name for myself. Work gives me that.I’ve also noticed how Dante gets… tense whenever Ivan’s name comes up. So, I stopped mentioning him. Maybe they’ve crossed paths before, both being Italian and powerful. That alone can cause friction.Still, I’m sure we’ll get through this s

Dante Romano Issa walks up the stairs without looking back with her shoulders rigid. The sound of her heels fades. I don’t follow her. Not this time. She’s angry, really angry and chasing after her right now would only make it worse. She needs space. I’ll give her that much.Still, every cell in my body screams to go after her. To explain. To fix it. But what the hell would I even say? “I’m sorry for protecting you?” It would sound ridiculous.The front door creaks open, and Connor steps in. He takes one look at me and raises an eyebrow.“What was that about?”“God, I need a drink,” I mutter, dragging a hand through my hair. I call out toward the hallway, “Teresa, bring up the bottle from the study, the thirty-year-old one.”“You must’ve really done it this time.”I ignore him and sit at the dining table. The chair creaks under my weight. Teresa returns with the whiskey and two glasses. I pour us each one, neat, no ice. The burn feels good. Connor sits across from me, studyi

Dante RomanoAfter days of looking for Capone, we finally located him.He’s been hiding out in an old warehouse at the outskirts of the city. As much as he tried to cover his tracks, his paranoia worked against him. He moved too much, changed locations too often.And that was his mistake.Now, I’m ending it. Once and for all.I grip the steering wheel as I drive, the night stretching out ahead of us in silence. The road is empty except for the convoy of black SUVs trailing behind. Connor sits beside me, his gun already resting in his lap.“We’ve finally got him,” he says after a while. “It’s all going to be over soon.”“I want to get it over with as soon as possible,” I mutter, pressing down on the accelerator.I can’t afford another close call. The warehouse comes into view, a rusted skeleton of steel and concrete, surrounded by overgrown weeds. I cut the engine and step out. The air smells like oil and old metal. My men file out of the vans behind us.“Spread out,” I order. “

Annalissa Hale“What do you want me to say?”He pulls out his phone and shows me the photo. Ivan’s hand on my neck with his face too close. My laugh dies in my throat. That picture. I remember that moment he was whispering something to me during a meeting, that’s all.“It’s not what it looks like.”“Then tell me what it looks like, Issa?”“This is insane,” I whisper. “After everything, after you sabotaged my career, you still want to blame me.”“Don’t play the career card,” he snaps. “I supported you. I let you work even though I knew those hungry men would be around you.”“Let me?” I choke out a bitter laugh. “Thank you so much, husband, for granting me the right to live like a fucking human being.”His grip tightens. “Is that why you fucked Ivan? Because he makes you feel free? Because he doesn’t have blood on his hands like I do?”I flinch. More stream down my face. I’ve never seen him like this, I’ve never seen this man in his eyes before.He growls, “It’s my fault. I’ve been to