All Chapters of The Mafia Devil’s Wrong Bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Dante Romano Issa jerks, squirming against the headboard. Her blouse rides up just above her belly button. Her skin flushes. “You’re trembling already, and I’ve barely touched you.” I mutter, drinking her in. Her hair’s a mess over her shoulder. Her cheeks are pink. Her chest is rising and falling fast. I lean over her, one hand on the bed beside her hip, the other brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. I grab her chin roughly, making her look at me. “I’m going to drag this out….” My thumb presses harshly against her bottom lip. “Until you beg me properly.” “I-I’m sorry.” Her voice is barely there but her pulse hammers beneath her skin. I can feel her heat, her indecision. I trail the back of my fingers along her jaw, down her throat. She trembles. Her thighs shift. Her breath hitches again—and God, that sound is mine. My lips skim the line of her neck, down to her collarbone. Her head falls back against the headboard with a soft thud. She’s fighting the urge as s

Annalissa Hale Dante only returns the morning of the following day. But he’s not alone. His aunt, mother, sister and Kayleigh are with him. Apparently, one of his cousins is getting married and they’re contemplating whether to hold the wedding in Venice or not. So they’re trying to run it by their Don first. I just don’t understand why Kayleigh gets a say. She’s not even family. I tiptoe out of the room and glance down at them, trying to eavesdrop but I’m unable to. All I can see is Dante’s infuriatingly calm smile. Why is he even smiling when I still can’t stop thinking about how he unnerved me last night? How I’d got myself off to the image of him. Even moaned out his name. That was by far the most embarrassing yet satisfying moment of my life. And it’s because of him. Even my nerves are on fire right now because I’m wearing a stupid thick boat neck top. It’s suffocating the air out of my lungs. And it’s all his fault too. For leaving hickeys on parts of my body where e

Annalissa HaleThe hum of the private jet should be soothing, but all it does is drag me back to Dante’s words from a few days ago. “You’re mine. Nothing more than something I own.”They keep echoing in my skull with every vibration of the cabin. His words had cut deeper than I would like to admit. Maybe because after hearing about Victoria, I’d hoped for a second that what if he wasn’t as ruthless as he portrayed himself to be? What if he’d only let his walls up because he lost someone precious to him?But Dante had been quick to shatter that illusion for me, making me realize I was stupid to ever think like that.I keep my eyes fixed on the clouds outside the window, refusing to glance at Dante who’s sitting just a few feet away. I can feel his gaze on me even when I won’t look at him. He’s been extra edgy for the last few days, coming home once I’m asleep and leaving before I wake up. What if he’s mad about something? Or did he find out Ornella told me about Victoria? No,

Dante Romano The waves crash against the rocks below, spraying mist into the night air. The car is parked at the edge of the dock with headlights cutting through the night darkness. My grandfather sits inside, cane leaning against the door. His eyes are half-lidded but watching everything. He never misses a detail. The man kneeling before me reeks of sweat and fear. His palms are flat on the gravel with his forehead pressed to the ground. He’s trembling so hard I can hear his teeth click together. “Please, Don Romano. I didn’t mean…” I cut him off with a sharp flick of my wrist. “You trespassed.” My voice is cold steel. “And I don’t like repeating myself.” He stammers something else, but I’m not listening anymore. I pull my gun from the holster, cock it, and aim low. His eyes widen just before the shot cracks through the air. The bullet tears into his thigh. His scream echoes against the water. I don’t bother looking back. I tuck the gun away, pivot cleanly on my heel, and

Annalissa Hale My pulse stutters. “Dante, it’s not…”Dominic cuts me off with that lazy grin of his, stepping back like he’s the most innocent man in Venice. “Relax, Don. I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it.”He saunters off across the drive. But Dante doesn’t go after him. That’s what rattles me most.He’s never this calm when someone even breathes wrong in his presence. So why is he just…standing there?His gaze pins me. “You really are desperate, aren’t you?” His voice is calm. “Pathetic. A single scrap of attention and you’re wagging your tail for it.”The words stabs me more than any threat he’s ever hissed at me. My throat burns.“I wasn’t…” My voice cracks. I force myself to meet his eyes. “You think I’m so pathetic that I’d just throw myself at someone because you’ve been ignoring me?”His silence is worse than shouting. He just stares at me like I’m nothing, like I’m not even worth his anger.I clench my fists beside me.“Go to hell, Dante Romano.”I brush past him, my h