All Chapters of The Mafia Devil’s Wrong Bride: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Annalissa Hale The drive home is smothered in silence. Streetlights blur past the windows, but all I can feel is the ghost of Dante’s mouth on mine. The way he crushed his lips to me in front of Ronan.I can still see Ronan’s face, carefully blank, but his eyes said enough. And Dante knew it. That kiss wasn’t for me. It was a warning to Ronan.God, he’s going to have more questions to ask me now. What if he suspects I’m sleeping with Dante? God, no.My nails dig into my thighs as I stare out the window. Why does he always get this way? Possessive to the point of madness. He doesn’t just want me, he wants to consume me, cage me, stamp out every shadow of anyone else who might cross my path.His voice cuts through the quiet. “Maddox is nobody, right?”My breath catches. The weight of his stare presses into the side of my face until I turn to meet it. “He’s nothing,” I answer quickly.“Good.” His jaw flexes. “Because if I find out he’s something…” His hand tightens around the w

Annalissa Hale “I think Dante might be obsessed with you and I’m worried about your safety.” Ronan says as he leans back in his chair. We’re in his office, and I can see that worried look on his face. That one he has with his nose scrunched up and his eyebrows knitted together. He’s worried after witnessing the way Dante kissed me in front of him two nights ago at the orphanage. The way he was overly possessive. But how would he even react if he knew about what we’re up to? Or what happened two nights ago? The way I completely and utterly gave myself to Dante. Stripped myself of any form of dignity and even let him cum inside of me. Although, I took care of that by taking contraceptives early the following morning so that’s settled. We were both lost in the moment, lost in how good everything felt. And maybe that was why I thought my feelings for him went further than just sex for a second. “I think obsessed is a strong word.” I respond, pretending like part of me doesn’t thi

Annalissa HaleI can’t move.Not even when the front door slams, not when Dante’s footsteps echo up the stairs, not when silence finally swallows the house.I’m rooted on the spot. My heart is thudding so hard it feels like it might leap out of my chest. He just… defended me. Not just defended me, he tore through everyone in the living room like a storm.I should be horrified. I should be thinking about how terrifying he was, how sharp and ruthless his voice had been when he told them I was his wife, his alone. But I’m not.I’m thrilled.Loved.Honored.A part of me has never felt safer in my entire life.I force myself to move, smoothing my palms over my skirt, forcing a polite smile as I turn to the room of shell-shocked faces. “I’m sorry for the misunderstanding,” I say.They murmur their goodbyes, filing out. At the door, Don Romano pauses. His eyes are kind, crinkled with something that looks dangerously close to pride. “Dante doesn’t feel emotions. Or at least, he never sho

Dante RomanoEvery year, the same poison crawls back into my veins. The same night. The same grave. The same ghost.Victoria.It’s been seven years, and still, I see her face when I close my eyes. I see the blood. I see how she reached for me and I wasn’t there. I wasn’t fucking there. The one woman I swore to protect, and I failed. My enemies slit her throat just to remind me I could bleed. And even after I hunted them down, every last man, every last family tied to the Teroso name, the guilt never left.It never leaves.This day is torture. And every year, I lock myself in silence, because silence is the only weapon that can keep me from breaking.That’s why I pulled back from Issa these past days. She’d sense it. The cracks, the rot inside of me. And I can’t let her see me like this. Vulnerable and weak. That’s not who I am. But then I come home at four in the morning, reeking of whiskey and grave dirt, and she’s waiting.Her eyes widen when I walk in. She should be asleep. She

Dante RomanoI’m about to drive home after sorting out a situation with one of the concrete businesses that pays us protection money, when my phone buzzes.Connor’s name shows up on the caller ID.I pick up. “Hello?”“Where are you?”“On my way home.” I glance at the dashboard clock. Almost eight. “Why?”“There was an attempted break-in at the mansion,” he says flatly.My grip on the steering wheel tightens. “When?”“An hour ago. Someone tried to breach the system. Almost hacked their way through.”“And?” My voice is sharp. “Anyone hurt? Issa?”“No one was hurt. The break failed. I’ll brief you when you get here.”I hang up, jaw clenching. Someone dared to fuck with me. With my house. Issa’s the first thought that cuts through my head. She always is these days. Since that morning she managed to offload a burden I’ve been carrying for seven years, she’s been lodged under my skin in a way I can’t rip out. It unnerves me. I catch myself searching rooms for her presence, restless if sh