All Chapters of The Mafia Devil’s Wrong Bride: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Dante Romano I know Annalissa snuck off to meet her parents tonight because Rio told me. I know what they talked about because Rio made sure to eavesdrop and report to me. From the information he fed me, I know she suspected something about her parents.I’m Dante Romano. I know everything.What I don’t know is why her face has suddenly gone pale. She only gets that look when she’s beneath me, when her body’s trembling and she’s seconds away from begging me to let her come. That fear mixed with surrender. That’s the only fear I enjoy on her.Yet here she is, standing in front of me across the dining room with her eyes wide like a cornered animal.The last few days have been a reel of sins. Since the night she gave me her little rules and her trembling voice, everything changed. Once wasn’t enough. Not for me or her either.I remember bending her over my desk, pressing her cheek to mahogany while I dragged every filthy sound out of her throat. The way her body clung to me, as

Dante RomanoI didn’t exactly show up tonight because of Kayleigh. Did she successfully guilt trip me into coming? Yes, only she knows how to do it. We’re childhood friends afterall.I showed up because I found out where the text came from. It wasn’t a random person. It was Issa's parents. The Hales sent the message as a cheap, cruel scare to throw their daughter off the scent. To keep her distracted from finding out their lie about hiding Clarissa. Human beings can be pathetic. Stooping that low to keep a lie intact. To me, the thought of it made hot bile bubble in my mouth. I almost thought of actually wiping them off the map just to feel something clean for a change. But I can’t burn my chessboard when I’m winning. They’re useful pieces. Let them keep their part to play; when the time comes to show Issa the truth, I want her to see who pushed her into the dark. I want the betrayal to have weight. I’ll carve the lesson out myself. And to do that, I need them. I need Cl

Dante Romano Annalissa is insane. Out of everything she could possibly ask for, she wants me to teach her how to drive a race car.Not jewelry. Not money. Not even a vacation. A fucking race car.Risky, reckless, utterly stupid, so of course it fits her. Just like the way she outsmarted me last night, letting me dig my own grave with that bet, knowing Connor was sick and unreachable. I only found out this morning. She’s getting bolder, cockier. I like it. I like the way I defiance does something filthy to me.My car pulls up at the track. One of mine, I own the place. I asked them to clear it out. I don’t like people breathing in my shadow when I’m not in the mood.I turn to her. “You sure about this?”Her eyes are bright, almost glowing with excitement. “Yes.”She has no idea what she’s asking. But I still find myself giving it to her. I don’t even remember the last time I raced, probably years ago. Doesn’t matter.We get out. She looks around. “Aren’t places like this usual

Last chapter has been edited. Dante Romano Connor lays a document in front of me. It’s a transfer of assets from one of the smaller families that thought they could skim from my shipments without notice.I sign with a quick flick of the pen, knowing my name isn’t just ink on paper but also a death sentence when I decide it is. He takes it back with compliant.And I smirk. Compliant. That’s the way Annalissa has been lately. Compliant, reckless, giving in to me without hesitation. I’ve been feeding off it. The fire in her eyes when she tries to challenge me, the surrender in her voice when she finally moans my name…. This isn’t the girl who tried to keep herself guarded. This is someone who belongs to me entirely.And fuck, I enjoy it more than I should.A knock at the door pulls me back. Teresa enters, cautious as always, clutching a small velvet box in her hands.“Don,” she says quietly, “this was left for the Signora. She instructed me to dispose of it.”She places it on my d

Dante RomanoComing here was Maria’s idea. That’s the only reason I’m here. She insisted that a small donation to the orphanage would “soften my image,” as she put it. I nearly laughed at the idea. My father would have spat on such a display—parading kindness in public, handing out scraps to make people believe you have a heart. He always told me: a Don doesn’t win loyalty with pity. He wins it with fear.Still, Maria persisted, and for reasons I don’t care to examine too closely, I let her have her way. Besides, she mentioned Issa would be here. That tipped the scales.What she didn’t mention… was Ronan Maddox.The moment I spot him through the archway, sitting beside Annalissa on that garden bench, I feel my blood heat. Maddox, the man who spends more hours with Issa than I do. And now, he’s here, even on a Saturday, sitting too close to her.My jaw tightens as I step into the garden. Issa looks up first, startled. Maddox schools his face into calm, but his wary eyes give h