All Chapters of The Mafia Devil’s Wrong Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dante Romano My fist crashes into the man’s jaw with a sharp crack. “I have somewhere to be, Ethan. Stop wasting my time.” He moans, blood and saliva leaking out of his mouth and onto the polished concrete floor. The old white clock on the wall ticks past 6:30pm. I need at least a few minutes to get myself cleaned up before I head back to the Romano mansion. “Pffease,” Ethan bleats through a mouth full of broken teeth. “Pffea—” I punch him again. A few drops of blood land high on my forearm. Fuck. I’d hoped this wouldn’t turn into such a fucking mess. “The next time you say a word, make it one I want to hear.” Behind me, Connor lets out a loud sigh. “Maybe he really doesn’t know anything. He’s a vain bastard. I don’t think he’d let you pummel him like this if he did.” Ethan’s chin bumps against his chest. Did the fucker just pass out? I kick him hard in the shin. Nothing. Annoyance crawls up my spine. He’s the CEO of a small textile company I once ran out of busi

Dante Romano The second the shot tears through the air, I already know it’s not a sniper. Or a professional gun man. Too sloppy. My left arm burns as blood soaks through my sleeve, but I don’t fucking care. My grip on Issa tightens just enough to make her whimper, then I shove her behind me.There’s movement. A shadow breaking from the trees.I run after him immediately. My legs eat the ground like fire until I slam into the bastard, taking us both to the dirt. His gun skitters across the grass. I slam my fist into his jaw once. Twice. Again. Bone cracks. He groans like a dying animal.Ethan.That fucking cockroach. How did he manage to escape the interrogation room? I bare my teeth. I should’ve gutted him then and there.A few of my men are now scattered around with their weapons drawn. They glance at me for instructions. I tell them to stand down with a small shake of my head. Ethan prowls on the ground.“Thought you could come for my wife?” My voice is dangerously low. “Sh

Annalissa Hale“You can go now.” Dante orders Connor, waving him off before his gaze returns to the laptop on his lap.Connor, his consigliere, bows before stepping out of our bedroom. I’m surprised Dante decided to spare his life after the events that happened a few nights ago. I heard it was mostly because of his slip up.It's also Connor’s fault that I’ve been stuck taking care of Dante for the past few days. His injury isn’t severe but he somehow wants me to do every single thing for him including changing his bandage, serving his meals and all. He’s literally made me go full domestic house wife mode.He has barely left the house because Don Romano insisted on him recovering fully before going back to “trampling on their enemies”—his exact words. Surprisingly, he’d agreed. But mostly because he was able to successfully guilt trip me into taking care of him since it’s all my fault.Sometimes, it’s Connor’s. Sometimes it’s mine. He switches every now and then when it’s comfortab

Annalissa HaleThe click of the door echoes loud.My wrist throbs where the cuff dug into me. The skin is filled with angry red marks and I cradle it to my chest.I can still feel Dante’s teeth on my neck. I drag my fingers over the sting there and shiver. The bruise will bloom by morning. Heat burns low in my stomach and it coils tighter every time I think of the way he pinned me down, of how easily my body betrayed me.The ghost of his hand is still on my breast. The feel of his voice when he said “Beg properly” keeps replaying in my mind until I want to scream.I wanted to run. But when he leaned over me, when his breath skimmed my skin, I didn’t pull away.God help me, I arched into him.I arched into the man who I knew had the power to end me if he finds out I’m not Clarissa. And my body responded to him.I lay down on my bed, my heart thumping loudly. I hate how my nerve endings are on fire right now. Dante was one step away from devouring me whole. I pinch myself so

Annalissa HaleI should never have let Kayleigh get into my head. What was I thinking?I curl back into bed as the bathroom door shuts. I’ve never seen Dante’s gaze go cold so quickly. He’s always been able to manage his reactions but I could tell my question caught him off guard.What could really be the story behind Victoria, his ex fiancée? And why did they even end things in the first place?I shut my eyes and pretend to be asleep when I hear the creak of the bathroom door. My heart slams against my chest and I register a few movements in the room. The bedroom door soon opens and then shuts.My eyes slowly flutter open and I sit up. I scan the room. A bitter taste floods my mouth when I realize Dante is gone. Did he perhaps find another room to sleep? Because I asked him a really harmless question? I sigh, burying my face in the pillows again. Well, I get the whole bed to myself. Downside? Now, I’m more curious about who this Victoria is.Dante doesn’t return to the room for