All Chapters of The Mafia Devil’s Wrong Bride: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Annalissa HaleThey all think it’s my fault. I just know it. They think Dante lost control because of me. And I know that because of the way they’ve all been staring at me since last night when Dante lost control in front of everyone.Ornella said she’s never seen him so angry over everyone since Victoria. I’m not sure how that’s supposed to make me feel.But even as our flight heads back to New York, I can’t stop thinking about it. Dante’s finger on that trigger. God help me, the part that terrified me most wasn’t the gun. It’s the way my heart skipped when he said those words.Mine.Like I belong to him. My body, my life, my very breath is something only he gets to touch.I want to be furious, I want to hate that he lost control in front of everyone, that he almost killed Dominic in cold blood.But even now as I sit in this jet by the window side, my hands are still trembling from when I grabbed him. From when I whispered for him to stop and he actually listened. Do I matt

Annalissa Hale Ornella planned all this. How did I not know that? Her confession in the restroom came as a shock to me. She said it was for Dante. She wanted him to feel something for someone other than Victoria.But I think there could have been another way to go about it instead of provoking him all weekend. What if Dante finds out? What will he do to her?Or to me? Wait, I had no idea about it. None of it is any of my fault so I shouldn’t be worried.Our jet finally lands in New York around 8pm. We pile out. A black sleek car is already waiting for Dante and I in the arrival section. Connor helps put our bags in the trunk and takes the seat beside the driver.Dante and I take the backseat and as I sit next to him, I can feel the anger rolling off of him. His fists are clenched into right balls and he’s looking out the window. It’s almost like he’s holding himself back.But I can’t seem to figure out what he’s holding back either. He’s not said anything to me since last night

Dante RomanoIssa freezes the moment my eyes catch hers.Good. She should.I keep my phone to my ear, nodding absently to Connor’s voice on the other end, but my attention is nowhere near the numbers he’s throwing at me. It’s on her. The way her hand still grips the door handle like she’s deciding whether to bolt. The way her pulse is visible in the hollow of her throat.Withdrawal looks good on her. She looks fragile, restless and addicted.And fuck me, it’s driving me insane.I told myself this distance would remind her who’s in control. That I’m not some idiot to be played with, not a man she can make a fool of after the stunt she pulled in Venice. And yet, every day of silence has been a test for me too. Every time she bites her lip when I walk into a room, or looks away like she can’t bear my gaze, my restraint frays.She thinks I don’t see it. But I see everything.My hand tightens on the phone. I don’t even remember what Connor just said. Something about stocks or some de

Dante RomanoThe man screams again, muffled against the rag stuffed in his mouth. His wrists are bound tight to the chair his body is already trembling from the blows I’ve landed. I don’t stop. My knuckles crack against his jaw once more, blood splattering across my hand, streaking my chin.“You thought leaking information about my cargo was a good idea?” I growl, my breath ragged. He gags against the cloth, his eyes rolling in pain. “You cost me money. You cost me time.”My fist slams into his gut. He jerks forward, gasping. I hit him again, harder this time, just to hear the sick crunch of bone under my hand.But I know I’m not just punishing him.This isn’t only about his betrayal.It’s also about her. Annalissa.Withdrawal was supposed to put her in her place, remind her who holds the strings. But somewhere along the line, the game flipped. Now she’s ignoring me. Pretending I don’t exist. Pretending my silence doesn’t rip her apart the way hers is tearing into me.I was in co

Annalissa Hale“Take it off,” Dante commands, eyes fixed on my dress. “Slow.”I obey, my mouth watering.I find the zip of my dress and pull it down. It slides down my body and I pull it off. Leaving me in only my panties. My breasts are bare in front of him, my nipples stone hard. I watch him undress too, his shirt, his pants and he’s now in only his boxer shorts. Showing his perfectly muscled body. He licks his lower lip and walks to the dresser. Then pulls out something. A cuff.I should be scared, but my whole body trembles in anticipation and I’m already dripping in my underwear. He grabs me, throws me down, climbs over me with a growl and cuffs one of my hands to the headboard.“God, you’re soaking for me already. You’ve always wanted my cock, didn’t you?” he rasps, a smile curling on his lips.My breath hitches, my thighs trembling. “N-no…”He slaps the inside of my thigh. Hard, cutting off my words. I cry out and fuck, it only makes me wetter as I clamp my thighs together