Todos los capítulos de The Mafia Princess: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

“GREENLEE!” my uncle calls, trying to wake me up. It’s Monday morning—school time. I hate Mondays, but what can I do? It’s my senior year of high school. My life isn’t hard, but it sure isn’t easy either.“GREENLEE BRUCO! WAKE YOUR ASS UP AND GET READY FOR SCHOOL!”“I’M UP!” Ugh. Guess I have to. Did I mention how much I hate school? It’s not that I get bullied or anything like that—I just can’t be myself. I mean, I’m 5'5", with curly fire-red hair, deep blue eyes, and a slim body. Well, mostly. I’ve got D-cup breasts and my mother’s round ass. Looking at me, you wouldn’t guess I’m from an Italian family. But I get my red hair from my dad—well, sperm donor is more accurate. He was never around. Not when Mom was sick, not when she died. I was five. Uncle Sal, her big brother, took us in—me and my brothers.I’m grateful for him. I know it was hard at first. Uncle Sal had lost his wife and two-year-old son a year before—to The Russian. He says we saved him. But the truth is, we saved eac

To say I’m pissed is an understatement. First, Ivan’s men tried to take me. Again.Second, I’m late for the meeting. Third, Uncle Sal is going to kill me.I storm through the front door, adrenaline still buzzing in my veins. My boots echo down the hallway as I head straight for the office. No time to calm down. No time to rehearse. I’m walking in hot.The first person I see is Uncle Sal, seated behind his desk, looking up with concern already etched into his face. Then I spot Gio Ricci. What the hell is he doing here? I’ve met him once or twice—he’s decent, but still a Ricci.And then I see him.The man sitting next to Gio.Greek. God.No, seriously. If Zeus had a younger, hotter brother, this would be him. Short black hair styled like he just stepped out of a Milan runway. Ocean-blue eyes that could drown a girl in seconds. A jawline carved from stone. Even sitting down, he towers over Gio—and Gio’s six feet tall. So this guy’s got to be at least 6'5".And that shirt? It’s doing God’

Walking up to my room, my mind is spinning at 100 mph. Ivan’s men. The ambush. The gun. The trunk. The meeting. The Greek God with a temper. It’s all too much.I strip down and step into the shower, letting the hot water pound away the adrenaline. For a few minutes, I pretend I’m just a normal girl with a normal life. But even steam can’t wash away the weight of what I know—and what I suspect.They’re hiding something. All of them.I towel off, throw on jeans and a fitted tee, and head downstairs. Voices drift from the dining room—more than there should be.I step in and freeze.John and Rob.My brothers.John, the oldest, is married to Hannah—my favorite sister-in-law and the only other woman I can vent to besides Sam. Rob’s two years younger than John, single, and a certified playboy. Not as bad as Luca, but still annoying.Neither of them wanted anything to do with the family business. John became a cop. Rob, a lawyer. So why are they here?And why do they look like they’re sitting

The nerve of this guy. “Know your place.”Screw that. Fuck you very much.I storm into my room and slam the door so hard it bounces back open. Figures. I flip on my playlist, grab my books, and settle onto my bed instead of the desk. The music helps drown out the chaos in my head. I’m halfway through my notes when I realize someone’s standing in the doorway.“Hey… can we talk?” Luca asks, lightly knocking on the frame.I don’t even look up. “I don’t know. Is it my place to talk to you?” I roll my eyes.“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”“Oh? Because you didn’t mean it?” I raise a brow.“That… and because if my mother were here, she’d have whipped me for it.” He winces.I can’t help but laugh a little. He looks up, flashing that million-dollar smile. Damn it. I know I’m supposed to reject this whole thing, but I set my books aside anyway.“So,” I say, crossing my legs. “What do you want to talk about?”“Us,” he says simply, stepping a little closer.“What about us?”“The agreemen

What the actual fuck was that?Did I really just kiss him—on the cheek?OMG. I actually agreed to think about the agreement.Fuck me. Did I just fall for Luca Ricci? The biggest fuckboy of them all?What the hell is wrong with me?I flop back onto my bed, staring at the ceiling like it holds answers. It doesn’t. All it does is remind me I’ve got two math tests and a zoology lab tomorrow, and I haven’t studied a damn thing. My brain is too busy replaying every second of that conversation. His voice. His eyes. The way he called me Spitfire like it was a compliment and a challenge all at once.I need backup.So I grab my phone and text the one person who always knows how to fix my messes.ME: Sam I need help.SAM: What’s up girly?ME: I fucked up. Uncle Sal is trying to get me to date someone I can’t see myself with.SAM: Y?ME: He’s a total fuckboy. Man-whore.SAM: Gotcha. What happened?ME: I blew up at dinner. Told him I didn’t want to. He was a complete asshole in front of everyone.